Page 43 of His Forbidden Alliance

He looked away, but I grabbed his chin and forced the issue. He resisted for a moment, then gave in. “What if I want to torture you?”

“Then leave.”

“Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“Then take what you can get.”

He fought me as I gave him a few agonizingly slow strokes before driving into him and shoving him against the counter.

He cried out, and I took his ass hard, thrusting into him as he clung to my arm with his good hand. I had to hold his hips to keep him from sliding along the counter. He was going to be bruised, but I didn’t fucking care. All I wanted was to watch him come, then fill his ass with my seed and see him ruined by me.

I took hold of his cock, working him up and down, faster and faster. “Oh God. Zach. I…”

“Come for me. Show me how you love this. Show me how you’re my little slut.”

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Iwas so fucking close, but I fought to hold back. I didn’t want to give in to him, didn’t want him to think he could command me to come, but dammit, he could. I was afraid he might be able to make me do anything. He knew exactly what I craved. He hadn’t hesitated to drive me insane, rough one minute, then gentle, totally taking control. He’d known I needed to be made to give in, to be forced to be his slut.

“Not. Yours.” I forced the words out.

“Wait and see.”

He tightened his grip on me, and I lost my fight. Pleasure so intense it screamed through me assaulted me as cum shot from my cock again and again. I shuddered with it, unable to breathe, not sure I could survive. What had he done to me?

“Your turn,” I managed to say when I’d caught my breath. Zach was keeping himself still, staring down at me.

“Yes, it is. I’m going to come deep inside you and make you mine.”

“That’s not… You can’t.”

“I can, and I will.”

Jesus. I’d lost my mind. I was careful, though I was sure my brothers would never guess that. I used protection, and I’d never let a man come in me bare before, but he was right—he could. I wasn’t going to even try to stop him. I wanted to know what it felt like. I wanted him to claim me like that. I wanted to feel his cum running down my thighs.

I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. “Do it, then.”

He took hold of my thighs, doubled them on my chest, and pinned them down. “Hold on,” he ordered.

I started to reach for the sides of the counter. “One hand.”

I wanted to defy him, but his words pinned me down as easily as his hands. I was strong as fuck. I could break his hold if I wanted to. I might snap his wrist, but he’d deserve it, wouldn’t he? For thinking he could use a Theriot this way. This was wrong. I shouldn’t⁠—

“You want this.” His voice was low and rough, and his eyes had gone dark. How did he know what I was thinking? “Tell me.”

I shook my head.

He started to pull out, and the words tumbled from my lips. “Yes. I want it. I want your cum in me.”

“Fuck right you do.”

I gripped the counter hard as he drove into me. He fucked me relentlessly. Sweat dripped from his face and ran down his chest.

“Give it to me,” I growled.