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Bloody hell.

The string loosens, and the bag slowly slides off my head. His hard features, half hidden in the shadows of the moonlight, come into focus, that devilish grin a lot more sadistic.

“You don’t move your eyes from mine. Understand?” I swallow thickly and nod. “Breathe.”

Instead of closing my eyes like I desperately want to, I keep them locked on his as I draw a deep breath and slowly blow it out, only to be invaded by him.

My face scrunches in pain and discomfort, the burn igniting. His, on the other hand, is a picture of ecstasy.

“Jesus—fuck, baby.” He thrusts in deeper. “Fuuuck! Keep breathing.”

I suck in a shaky breath as he pulls back and slowly thrusts in another inch. Pain and pleasure tangle with one another as I stare, completely stunned. His raw, hoarse moans flow past my lips into my ears, and I fucking groan.

“You’re doing so fucking good, Rome.”

I stay bound, staring through thin slits, the cuffs biting my wrists with each thrust. Right here, right now, I feel no shame, only immense pleasure forcing me to make sounds I never thought I could.

My whimpered groan dances with the loud sloshes and slapping of bodies. He lays harder against me, forcing my legs wider, the shadows on his face distorting through the fogging windows. The crease between his brows deepens, his sharp jaw dropping further as he continues his long, deep thrusts.

Rain Weston fucking is the picture of pure eroticism.

“Sh—shit,” I choke as the sensitive underside of my dick rubs against his hard body.

A warm hand wraps around my throat, and I press my ear harder to his mouth, the wildfire engulfing me as our rasp moans flow in tandem. His hand releases my throat to snake down my chest and roll my nipple between his fingers. Pleasure slithers beneath my skin as he takes my dick in his hand, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts. My eyes roll, and my back arches.

“Eyes,” he commands.

I flick them sideways, catching his pinned to me from the corner.

“You have three seconds to cover us both.” He orders.

My mouth falls open, and moans crackle in my throat as my body succumbs to his want.

“Rain,” I choke.

Ribbons of cum spill out as I convulse beneath him. I fist my hands, pushing my head against his and relishing in the explosion ripping through me. His head falls beside mine after he releases my dick, reaching back to grip my thigh, and rolling his hips against me. His deep groan shakes the hot, heavy air, his body tightening and shuddering against mine as warmth spills inside me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Chapter thirty-two

ROME

My heavy arms slump as the cuffs are pulled away, a residual ache pulsing through my shoulders. Rain’s lips gently press to mine, our sweat-and-cum-covered bodies panting in unison.

“Take a deep breath,” he whispers breathlessly.

I suck in a deep breath as he pulls out, a little disturbed by the lingering discomfort. My arms fall to my sides as he kneels, gently lowering my legs, and I’m astonished lying here, watching him pull wipes from a small pocket in the boot. The cool material slides against my chest as he cleans the cum off me.

“Are you okay?” he asks in a gruff tone that nearly has my dick standing again. “Not too much pain?” Still trying to catch my breath, I shake my head. A playful smirk tilts his lips, and he watches his hand while I watch the sweat glide down his chest. “Maybe I should’ve fucked you harder. I like the thought of you unable to walk.”

“Why didn’t you?” I croak.

“Because you have training tomorrow afternoon. I know you’d be embarrassed trying to explain why you look like you have a pole up your ass, and I know it would be hard for you to admit that it was because your boyfriend made you take his cock.”

“You aren’t my boyfriend.”

“Future husband then.” I groan at the burn in my shoulders as I lift to my elbows. “Uh.” He pushes me back down.