Page 129 of The Beast Who Begged Me

He pulls back in a slow, grinding withdrawal that feels like it’s tearing me apart, and then jams his cock right back in. He lowers himself over my back, all that weight, and presses his lips close to my ear.

“Look at him,” he says as he starts to move inside me. “He thought he could put a price on you. Decide who’d get to have you.” His thrusts are steady. Smooth, now that I’m relaxing under him. “He’s never going to know how good you feel. Nobody is. Just me.”

His teeth close on my shoulder, a bite meant to last. I push back into it, into him, into the steady rhythm of his cock in my ass.

“Tell him who you belong to,” Dami commands.

I look Daniel King in his dead eyes. “I belong to Damiano Orsini.”

“Louder. He’s hard of hearing these days.”

“I belong to Damiano Orsini.” It rings off the steel walls around us. “Every last bit of me.”

The man I belong to laughs breathlessly into my neck and fucks me harder, the whole workbench shifting beneath us, scraping along the concrete ground.

“Get your hand on your cock,” he grits out. “You come when I do. But not before.”

I get a hand beneath myself and stroke in time with him. His balls slap against me in a wet beat, and I grip the edge of the bench with my free hand.

“That’s it,” he pants out. “Take my cock. Fucking take it.”

I’m so close to the edge, but I know better than to let go without permission.

“You going to come for me, golden boy? You going to show our dead friend how much you love getting that virgin ass split open?” He grinds against the spot that makes my knees threaten to give out. “Show him.”

I spill over my fist and the scarred wood of the bench. And as I do, I feel the pulse of his cum filling me, flooding me with the hot, sticky proof of his ownership. There’s so much it’s leaking out of me already, a trickle down my thighs as he keeps fucking into me, slowing down only when his cock has spilled out every last drop.

He stays inside me as we both come down from it, the sweat cooling on our skin.

At some point I stopped looking at King. I don’t know when. He’s just a dead thing on the floor.

A problem removed.

What I’m looking at now is Dami, his face an inch from mine when I turn my head, watching me like I might suddenly vanish again without warning.

And then I chuckle.

“What the hell are you laughing at?”

“This ass of mine hasn’t been virgin for quite some time, Dami.”

He eases out of me, helps me up. I turn around in the circle of his arms. “You’ll always be my virgin,” he says seriously. “And I won’t ever give you up.”

I thread my arms around his neck and kiss him.

We clean up as best we can, and I pull Fontana’s awful clothes back on while Dami scowls at them. Then I take the phone from his jacket and call Vito to come and get us.

Gallo climbs out of the car he drove us here in when we open the warehouse door. He looks at the state of my hair and, very wisely, says nothing at all.

Dami holds out the keys. “King goes with you in that car, and he’s never seen again. Then you come back here, clean up and lock up. The keys go back to Nick Fontana.” He pauses, then adds grudgingly, “You did good tonight, Gallo.”

A slow grin spreads over his face. “So I’m in?”

Dami shrugs. “Not my call. It’s his.”

I look Gallo over, making him sweat for a second. “I’ll accept you as an associate for now,” I tell him at last. “Will that suffice?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Gallo says. “Thank you, Don Clemenza.”