Donovan's hot breath hits my neck from behind as he pounds into me countless times, each thrust stronger than the last.

How many hours have we been in this position? Two? no...Three hours?

My head feels heavy as moan out loudly from climaxing, again, as Donovan slaps my ass for the hundredth time tonight, leaving me hot and sore with every slap, also driving me even more hungry for him.

Donovan showed me no mercy in the bedroom and I can honestly say he is too much man for me, his hold on me never loosened, his thrust never slowed, his eyes never left mine, and he always did everything to assure me that this was real and that he was here and he loved me.

How did I end up here... with this man with a killer body and a perfectly handsome face, sweet baritone voice that makes my toes curl, and his magic hands... oh god those hands, the way he touches me, it's nothing I've ever felt before.

My manhood was sore, and I didn't think I had anything left inside anymore, I've lost count of how many times I've reached my limit, and Donovan...... he only released twice, once in the car and once an hour ago, leaving me completely defeated by this monster of a man.

Donovan picks up the speed as he pounds me from behind, slapping my ass hard, making a loud echo from his hand connecting with my bare bottom, making my world turn upside down with each passing thrust of his monster manhood going in and out of me.

He's close, I can feel that he's close, I can feel him grow larger inside of me, as if it was even possible, given how large he already was.

"Fuck." He hisses out, before pulling his large cock from my ass and cumming all over it.

I collapse on the bed, breathing heavily as my heart pounds in my ears, feeling like I've just gone for a 100-mile run without stopping, as Donovan's hot thick sperm hits the back of my ass, and back.

Donovan collapses next to me, his chest rising heavily as he tries and catches his breath alongside me, his chiseled chest drenched in sweat from our lovemaking and bite marks from where I've marked him with my teeth.

He turns and faces me, a sexy smile resting on his beautiful plump lips as his eyes meet mine, they're sparkling with amusement, like what he's seeing is something to be proud of.

"I'm done." I groan out, my limbs aching and my ass burning.

Laughing huskily, Donovan leans on his arm. "Really? But you look like a guy who could go another round."

My eyes almost pop out of my skull as I try and lift myself up with shaking hands whilst glaring at him.

"In your fucking dreams." I snort out, sitting up on my knees. 

"If you knew the things I did to you in my dreams, you'd never be able to walk, Evan."

Just like that, a pang in my heart makes me want him again, just because of some filthy dirty words he says to me.

"Shut up." I say embarrassed. "Haven't you had enough? Are you trying to seriously kill me with that thing?" I hint towards his still erect large penis.

He chuckles deeply as his other hand strokes his large length, his eyes looking at me like I'm his prey, making me almost fall off the bed on my ass as I try and stand up, to get anywhere other than this bed, away from Donovan Steele.

Shower... yeah, shower sounds good.

Getting up from his large bed, I finally see where the hell I am, and where I was in his bedroom, and holy shit if I didn't love it, the view alone almost made me wish I lived here with him, it was beautiful.

NY looked good from the top floor of a billionaire's condo, you wouldn't ever hear me complain about it, never ever.

Suddenly, two muscled arms wrap around me as I feel Donovan's breath on my neck as his lips caress my skin. "You're so beautiful Evan." His deep voice mumbles against my skin. "And more pretty than any woman I've seen."

His words were making me flush like a schoolgirl, and made me too embarrassed to turn around and see his face.

Does he not get embarrassed talking to me like that? I'm a man, and compliments like that make me weak, it feels crazy to feel this way from a man telling me I was pretty and beautiful.

I don't know if I'll ever not get embarrassed from hearing him compliment me.

"Here." Donovan puts my hand around his neck for support.

"I'll run a bath and wash you."

Donovan led me to the bathroom, where a massive jacuzzi-like bath was sitting in the corner of the bathroom, making me instantly drool, wanting to get in it instantly just from seeing how awesome it looked.

"My ass is killing." I groan out, as he helps me sit on the edge of the bathtub as he runs the water.

He turns his head slightly and I could've sworn I saw him smirk before his face went back to normal, so I slap his ass with my hand before he stands up straight.

Shaking his head, Donovan leans over and kisses me on the forehead. "If you're trying to get yourself killed, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

My stomach did flips as his stormy eyes bore into mine.

"Pervert." I hit back, making him grin.

Donovan helps me into the tub, where he gets in behind me, making me rest my head against his wide muscled chest, his chest hair tickling my back and neck, as his hands start to wash me with a bar of soap, that smelled like sandalwood.

His hands gently washing me with such care and delicacy made me love him even more, how he could be so rough yet caring in the bedroom, focusing on my pleasure rather than his own, to treating me like a priceless object, afraid it might break.

The sound of the water trickling from his hand washing my body filled the room, it made me think of something I wanted to ask him, before we left his parent's house, before... this.

"Can I ask you something?"

Donovan hums. "Of course."

I wait a moment, to think about how to say it, then once I grow a pair, I come out with it.

"You said Alex locked herself in your room." I start by saying.

"What exactly did she do to you?"

Donovan went silent for a moment, then he stopped washing me and turned me around, so I was sitting on his lap and facing him, seeing his eyes darker than usual as his beautiful face was so close, and his eyes were so cold, then they shifted once he looked into mine.

"I don't remember all of it, other than waking up with her sat on my waist, naked with her hand wrapped around my limp cock." He said nonchalantly, making my mouth gape wide open in shock at how casual he made it seem.

When he sees my expression he laughs then moves a strand of wet hair from my forehead, then leans in to kiss my forehead before leaning his arm on the edge of the bathtub, his eyes looking at me, like he's trying to read my mind.

"We didn't have sex, but she was pretty close to it if I didn't wake up when I did and pushed her off of me."

My heart sinks at how horrible that must have been. "But she knew you were half-siblings, right?"

He shrugs. "It didn't matter to her it was a game to her, I was something she couldn't have, I could've been her blood brother, and she'd still try and have sex with me, just because I told she disgusted me, and I wanted her gone."

"It was purely a play for dominance over me, my parents were weak, and easily manipulated, but not me, she saw that as a challenge."

Sighing, Donovan kisses my neck. "Alex wasn't in love with me, she had multiple things wrong with her Evan, I'm not even sure she knew what love was." He said, making my chest tighten.

 "Her death was her way of trying to hurt me, to make me feel guilty, and in her own sick way, to dominate me even after her death."

I swallow hard and put my hand on his chest, watching the water droplets drip from his hair to his chest.

"Did you?" I ask slowly. "Regret what you said?"

His eyes searched mine and I already knew the answer.

"I'm not a bad person Evan, I wanted her to get professional help, and  I wanted to move on with my life, I have never regretted doing what was best for me, I made a life away from my family, and I lived my life how I wanted." He said. "With who I wanted."

"If I never left that place, I would've never met you." His hand caresses my cheek gently, making me look up at him.

"I'd leave, again and again, knowing she would die from doing so." He said, his eyes capturing mine as my heart beats wildly in my chest at how raw and real his words hit me.

"If it leads me back to you, Evan, I'd leave and never look back." He huskily said. "So no, I have nothing to be sorry for but everything to be thankful for, because I have you, and you are irreplaceable."