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I let out a sigh. “Elijah, you need to stop searching for a simple answer. It will only drive you crazy. And rape is a very strong word to be throwing around. I took you in the way that I wanted at the time.”

“But it isn’t what you want now?”

I let my fingers move deeper inside him, drawing a gasp from his lips. “Does it feel like that’s what I want?”

“No.”

“Then stop talking or I might change my mind.”

He fell silent apart from the occasional moan as I played him like the

world’s most responsive violin, Elijah barely reacting, except in pleasure, as I introduced a third finger. I slid my free hand beneath his body, his cock hard and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. I kept on fucking him with my fingers, withdrawing my other hand from his cock to apply lube one-handed.

When I removed my fingers, Elijah protested. He’d obviously been

hoping I would stimulate him all the way to orgasm, but there was no way I was passing up the opportunity to fuck him when he was so eager and aroused. The last time had been all about power, about demonstrating to him that he was mine to do with as I wished. But today… Today was about pleasure. Pleasure for both of us, not just him.

It was surprisingly easy to breach him with my cock, Elijah’s body

readily accepting me as if it had been made specifically for that purpose. Balls deep, I rested there for a moment, letting the fiery heat of his insides sink into my bones and savoring every little muscle tremor that shook his body from having his ass stretched around my cock.

After a few exploratory thrusts, I withdrew, pulling him up onto his

knees and arranging him in the way I wanted, his thighs splayed and his ass tipped up in a silent entreaty to put my cock back where it belonged. His hips were making tiny, almost imperceptible movements, as if he was trying to fuck the air.

As for his facial expression, it spoke of pure unadulterated arousal, his

eyes lidded and a rosy flush decorating his cheekbones. It was tempting to make him beg, but my own arousal was ramped up to such a level that I needed to come, the gnawing desire draining the color from the world. There would be plenty of time later to drive him crazy in every single way until Elijah wasn’t sure which way was up.

Wrapping my fingers around his hips, I pulled him back to me, entering

him with one smooth thrust. Hands roving across the expanse of his chest and lips fastened to his neck hard enough to bruise, I fucked him, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room. Elijah’s moans of pleasure drove me, only getting louder as I fucked him without mercy.

He strained back against me, positioning his body in a way that forced

me deeper, forced me to give him everything I had. He was divine. A fuck toy designed just for me. Making a sheath of my hand, I slid it over his cock, giving him permission to fuck it as I fucked his ass. And fuck it he did, his body going taut after just a few strokes, dampness spilling onto my fingers.

I only had a few moments to enjoy the way he shook in my arms, and the way he’d come apart so spectacularly before my own orgasm hit me, pleasure cascading over me in waves as I filled him with my cum.

I held him tight against me, refusing to let him drop forward onto the bed, lazy movements of my hips drawing out the pleasure for as long as I was able, my cock still hard enough to stay inside him. Turning his head to the side, I kissed him, noting with satisfaction that all signs of resistance were gone from Elijah. Even he couldn’t pull off pretending he was repulsed by the thought of sex with a man once he’d come like a geyser from having their fingers and cock up his ass. “I told you, didn’t I?”

“Told me what?” Elijah sounded sleepy, his limbs almost boneless in my arms as I stroked my hands over his skin.

“That you could offer me both things. That you could fight me tooth and nail, and offer the sweetest of surrenders.” I trailed my lips over his jaw. “And that was certainly sweet. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Elijah

“I DON’T THINK I’ll ever get enough of you.” The words kept playing on a continuous loop in my head. Was it a good thing or a bad thing? It meant that Shai wasn’t likely to let me go, but then that hadn’t been on the cards anyway, had it? If he had some sort of fascination with me that had to be to my advantage. Didn’t it?

He stirred next to me, flinging one muscular arm out and reminding me,

as if I needed it, that he hadn’t left my bed after fucking me senseless. He’d stayed there the whole night—a living, breathing reminder that he’d taken everything I’d previously believed about myself and ripped it into tiny pieces. When I’d told him I’d never been with a man, it had been the truth. I might have had a slight sense of curiosity, but I would never have acted on it. So how was he able to wring such a response from me?

I’d been fucked by my rapist and I’d loved it, my cock stirring even

now at the memory. Had I been so closeted that I’d just never recognized that part of myself? Or had my near-death experience messed with my brain chemistry. That had to be it, right? I was suffering from some sort of brain damage that presented by taking all of my common sense away and fooled me into thinking that I should be innately grateful for any sort of touch that wasn’t a beating.

“Elijah, you’re thinking far too hard for this early in the morning.” I turned my head to find him awake and staring at me, his bulging