Page 47 of His Cruel Exception

I throw my gun to the ground, grab Alexander's waist with one hand and wrap the other around his leaking cock, pulling him firmly against me.

“Who owns this?” I grunt into his ears.

“You,” he answers with a whimper.

“Want me to go slow?”

“Please.”

I thrust harder, my breathing growing ragged as damp strands of hair cling to my forehead. The motorcycle rocks beneath us, its suspension shifting as I brace my feet against the ground.The savage satisfaction of letting him know I can always do what I want when I want is almost as powerful as the pleasure of taking it.

I want to see how ruined he is.

I pull out of him and reposition him on the Diavel, perching his ass sideways on the seat. He clutches my shoulder as I lower one of his legs to the ground and lift the other against my chest, holding his thigh against me while he adjusts his balance.

The moonlight falls across his face, revealing the tracks of dried tears on his cheeks, his swollen eyes and his blotchy nose. His glasses have slipped down his nose again, and he looks up at me through them, his lips parted as he struggles to breathe evenly.

He looks fucking perfect.

I thrust back inside him, and he moans loudly, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he stares at me with feverish intensity. He's so tight that I have to fight to keep myself from coming too soon. When my cock finds his prostate, a shiver wracks his body.

Alexander takes his cock in his hand and squeezes once, but I swat his hand away.

“You either come untouched or you don’t come at all.”

His eyes flash with anger, but I continue fucking him until his hole becomes more loose. His resistance eases, and he finally stops pretending he doesn’t want this. He starts meeting my thrusts, his body moving with mine, his breathless cries mingling with my own ragged breathing. When I pass over his prostate again, his hole clenches hard around my cock, and his entire body tenses, spurts of cum leaking from his cock and a strangled cry ripping out of his throat.

The sight of him like this fucking finishes me on the spot.

My hips drive into him once more before I fill his hole, coming harder than I ever have. My breathing is rough, my pulse still pounding, and Alexander is trembling against me. I give us a few minutes to recover until the aftershocks gradually subside. Once Alexander’s breathing becomes even, I lower his leg to the ground, make certain he has his balance, and step away to retrieve my clothes from the floor.

I retrieve my Beretta from where I left it and tuck it back into my waistband. Alexander gets to his feet and winces when he bends to gather his clothes from the ground. He dresses slowly, pulling on his shirt last and then retrieving his glasses. He straightens them on his nose before brushing the dirt and a few stubborn leaves from his clothes, refusing to look at me throughout the entire process.

Once he's finished, I move to the rear of the Diavel and release the seat lock, lifting the seat to free the helmet's chin strap from its anchor. I pull the helmet loose, secure the seat again, and hand it to him. I climb onto the motorcycle and I don't have to tell him before he puts on the helmet and fastens the strap beneath his chin. He then climbs on behind me, and wraps his arms around my waist.

I start the engine, its familiar rumble breaking the silence of the woods, and pull onto the trail. A few minutes later, I park the Diavel in the underground parking garage and lead him to the elevator. He keeps his eyes on the illuminated floor numbers as we ascend, and I leave him to his silence until we reach the penthouse.

Once we're inside, I cross the living room and set my phone on the table before looking at him. Alexander remains standing near the entrance, his shoulders slightly hunched.

“Explain yourself.”

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, looking thoroughly exhausted. “Can I shower first?” he asks, resignation in his voice.

“No.”

He closes his eyes briefly and releases a long sigh. Then he begins pacing in front of the couch, rubbing his palms against his trousers. “I don't know how to explain it, okay?” he says, his voice rising slightly before he checks himself and takes a breath. “It just feels wrong that you're paying me for doing nothing, got my mom insurance, and then bought me a car on top of all that. I was already feeling bad for having nothing to offer you, and I was really happy about the wristwatch, even if technically I did buy it with your mon⁠—”

I grab Alexander by the wrist before he can finish that fucking sentence and crash my mouth against his to shut him up. His lips are warm and soft beneath mine, parting in surprise before he responds. I run my tongue along the seam of his mouth, and he opens for me without hesitation. He tastes like cheese and salt and something that’s capable of ruining me.

I spread my palm across his back and draw him flush against me, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. His glasses brush my cheek, and he rises onto his toes like he can’t bear the smallest distance between us. A rough sound escapes his throat when I slide my hand higher along his spine and I swallow it, pressing my mouth harder against his while his fingers curl into the front of my shirt.

There's a faint metallic taste when my tongue brushes his split lip, and I suck on it, the flavor making the kiss hotter. His hands find their way into my hair, and he pulls hard, sending a sting across my scalp. I answer by gripping the back of his neck and forcing his mouth deeper against mine. Our mouths move without rhythm, lips brushing, tongues sliding until he breaks the kiss.

He doesn't push me away. Instead, he keeps one hand against my chest. His lips are swollen and there's a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. “What was that for?”

I clear my throat and release my hold on him. “Nothing.” I then reach into my pocket and retrieve the Audi key. I take his hand, place the key in his palm, and close his fingers around it. “It's your car,” I tell him. “And get rid of those silly thoughts in your head. I can and will do everything for you because⁠—”

“Because I'm yours,” he interrupts. Yeah, I get it.”