Mark's POV
"Of course, where should I begin?"

"The very beginning," he answered.

"Okay, Damian found him on the streets somewhere and took him in." My eyes widened as he slipped into my mouth, kissing my tongue intensely—his minty taste tinged with alcohol.

He stopped, pulling away, his lips curled into a wicked smile. I breathed noisily, my stare lingering on his mouth. Raising my gaze to him, he gave me a knowing look.

I continued. "The first time I met him, he was a bit of a homophobe—hated hearing anything gay-related," I paused, bowing my head. "I'm still finding it difficult to digest what you told me. It's—"

He grabbed my neck suddenly, applying light pressure and kissing me until I was breathless.

I struggled to push him away, but he wouldn't budge; it was like I was drowning in a kinky ocean. I grabbed his wrist, gasping for air as tears rolled from the corners of my nearly closed eyes.

I inhaled sharply, taking deep breaths as he released me—my skin now reddened by his fingerprints.

"Let's just keep irrelevant thoughts to ourselves, shall we?" he smiled, a subtle warning flashing in his eyes. This man was dangerous, and I thought it was hot.

I loved men who choked and manhandled me, who cursed at me and called me all sorts of humiliating names, who spanked and fucked me until I could no longer stand. A domineering alpha male was just what I needed for the night.

Yeah, I was one of those cyclical sickos into that type of thing.

I tilted my head with a sly smirk, locking my gaze on his. "If I refuse, what are you going to do? Punish me?" I asked quietly, gently drawing imaginary lines on his bare chest.

He chuckled deeply, his stare fixed on mine. "What's the difference? I was going to punish you either way."

Biting my lip flirtatiously, I playfully tapped my index finger on his face. "I think I like you."

"I like me too," he said smugly. "Keep talking," he added.

"Damian said he confessed first, and they got together... then he started neglecting me," I mumbled, trailing off at the end.

He nodded, pinching my gloves and tossing them aside. "Anything else?" he asked, shoving me down to my knees.

I reached for his zipper, drooling with sparkling eyes. "Nope." He waved his finger, and I paused, raising my head. "Brief me on your discussion with Bentley. Key points only," he specified.

"He asked about gay sex, particularly bottoming," I replied.

"Oh?" Dominic's eyes glimmered with interest. "He's having trouble sleeping with a guy?"

"I think he's still a bit conflicted—a straight man now 'rainbowed' is a lot to handle—"

"Wait!" His eyes widened. "Repeat that."

My brows creased in confusion. "I think he's a—"

"No! From the 'straight' part," he snapped.

I raised an eyebrow, then continued. "A straight man now—"

"Gay!" he yelled, interrupting for the third time. "Yes! That's it," he grinned dubiously, narrowing his gaze. "Mark, you're a genius," he praised with satisfaction, lowering his zipper, a naughty smile spreading across his face. "I'll give you a good time."

My eyes followed his movement as he brought out his cock, slapping it on my face. "Get to work, sissy," he scoffed, turning the lock behind him.

I opened my mouth, taking in half of his length, stroking and licking. Dominic groaned, a glint of impatience in his eyes as he grabbed my hair, thrusting fully into my throat.

I held onto his backside for support, yelping in pain as he yanked me up by the hair. He captured my lips, his tongue tangling with mine in a battle for dominance.

I gently lifted my leg, clinging onto him. He grabbed my boot, pulling it off. Wrapping my other leg around his waist, he tossed the boot aside in a second.

Dominic crept into my vest again, and I shivered in pleasure as his warm hands grazed my cold skin.

He lifted my shirt, flicking his tongue around my nipple and biting it harder—I thought they might fall off.

I clutched his head, huffing heavily and shaking. As if reading my body language, he stopped biting and began to suck on them. I exhaled softly, relaxing a bit.

I reached for his button, about to undress him, but he held my fingers, giving them a light squeeze—a reminder of a boundary I shouldn't cross.

He backed away and lifted me down. Walking to the bedside table, he took the lubricant on top and tossed it to me. "Let's begin," he said nonchalantly.

The room was relatively small, containing a medium-sized bed. The air conditioner was functioning, and the lights were dimmed.

I moved to him, kneeling on the bed with one leg. He closed the gap between us, teasing my ass from its clothes, his gaze not shifting from my butt.

l arched my backside, leaning closer to feel him more—but he wouldn't stay in place, just allowing me to graze him for a split second.

I glanced at him with needy eyes, pleading with my stare for him to stay still.

"Strip," he ordered, a devilish grin on his face. I pushed my pants down, throwing them to a corner. I was about to discard my vest when he spoke. "Leave the shirt. I like it."

I nodded, turning to him. Slowly, I poured the oil into my palms, our gaze meeting as I massaged his hard length with it.

He threw his head back, a small moan escaping his lips. I smirked, excited by his expressions, matching my feelings of pleasure.

I stopped, crawling back onto the bed, my ass facing him. He watched keenly, almost amused, as I inserted two fingers into my hole, thrusting and opening myself up. I added a third—preparing to take him in.

"Are you done yet? Why is it taking so long?" Dominic grumbled, his brows furrowed.

"Because I'm a guy," I retorted. Glancing down, my lips curled into a naughty smile—he had become harder watching my performance. I spread my cheeks apart, baring my entrance to him. "Okay, it's ready."

He pushed me hungrily, keeping my head glued to the mattress with an arm as he thrust into me. His moan reverberated, sliding in and out. Like a sword to its sheath, he filled me up completely—concealing my sultry lapses.

Lewd noises and the vigorous sound of bodies slamming together echoed in the room.

"Brace yourself for the bumpy ride ahead," he whispered, grabbing my waist and ramming into my prostate.

I arched my back, moaning and clenching my stomach as I felt him reach the soft area. He pounded mercilessly, with full force, for minutes that felt like an hour. My brain was about to shut down, knees quivering with abundant pleasure—too weak to stay upright.

If not for the extra lube, I would have split open like a tangerine. I moaned loudly, gripping the sheets, and climaxed.

Dominic grunted, flipping me to my side and hanging a leg on his shoulder. He drove himself deeper and licked my inner thigh while locking his gaze on mine—his eyes darkened with immeasurable lust. My eyes widened, his swift timing catching me off guard.

My body jerked violently, my ragged breathing heaving my chest. Unable to move a muscle, I just stared with half-shut eyes—reacting to his animalistic tendencies. The second I was about to pass out, he pulled out, groaning as he covered my torso with his release.

He muttered something I couldn't hear, but from his cheeky grin and the look in his eyes, I could tell it was a taunting remark. He got off the bed and adjusted himself.

My vision blurred as he headed for the door without sparing me another glance or asking how I was feeling—not that I cared; that's just what most people do.

I wanted to erase what had happened in the last thirty minutes from my memory, but all I could think was, "Fuck! He's rougher than a drunk Damian."

Author's note:
Sorry, I couldn't update yesterday.

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