he’d made a mistake getting into the car with me. He might have, but I’d make sure he could handle what I wanted to give him. By the time I was ready to push inside his lean body, he’d be begging for it and willing to do anything to get off.
I needed that—to make a man beg, surrender, let me use him. I needed to drive into him, to be so caught up in fucking I didn’t think about the shit I’d been through in the last few weeks.
When I’d told Lane he didn’t want to know what I did, I wasn’t kidding. I was an assassin. A damn good one. I’d killed with the government’s blessing for years as part of an army spec ops team. I’d seen some ugly shit, but on my last mission, things had gone so wrong I knew I had to get out. Since then, I’d used my skills as a freelancer. Mostly I worked for an organization called Vigilance. You couldn’t exactly say we were the good guys, but we were far better than those we took down.
Our last mission had gone to shit. The person we were supposed to save didn’t make it. We were too fucking late, and I’d been a mess ever since. Failure wasn’t an option in my line of work, and setbacks like this fucked me up. I had no business being around people in this mood, but I needed to touch someone, to fuck, to remember I was still alive.
“Keep going,” I demanded when Lane’s hand slowed.
“I can’t. I’ll come if I don’t stop.” The desperation in his voice made me so hard I wanted to pull the car over and fuck him right there. Thank God his house wasn’t much farther away.
“You’ll keep going because I said to.”
He groaned. “Please.”
“Do it.” He wasn’t getting any mercy from me.
He started to move his hand again, slowly sliding up and down his cock. I hated that I had to watch the road instead of him.
He was so fucking hard. I needed to be inside him, needed to know what he sounded like when he cried out in pleasure. He’d beg for more no matter how rough I was. I was sure of it. I hoped he really was prepared for a night with me.
The few guest parking spaces at his apartment building were full, so I pulled into a loading zone and put the car in park.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice breathy. “Y-you can’t park here.”
“I can park wherever the fuck I want. Get out of the car.”
“But you’ll get a tick—”
“I don’t care. We’re going in now.” A parking ticket would be well worth it if the night went like I thought it would. My boss could likely get me out of it anyway. Right then, all I cared about was getting Lane inside and naked.
I took Lane’s arm and tugged him toward the building. “Come on. Unless you want me to fuck you right here?” I imagined bending him over the hood of the car and using his ass in the parking garage where anyone could see. I’d have to gag him. I had a feeling he got loud. I didn’t want that, though. I wanted to hear every sound he made.
His eyes were wide as he shook his head. “No, I…” He paused to lick his lips. “Inside.” He spun and hurried toward the entrance. My longer strides allowed me to catch up with him easily.
We reached his second-floor apartment, and his hand shook as he tried to open the door. I took the key from him, turned the knob, hustled him inside, and leaned back against the door until it clicked shut.
“On your knees,” I demanded.
Lane dropped to the floor without protest. When he looked up at me, his eyes were wide, his lips damp and shimmery. He looked so young and so beautiful. I wanted to sully him, to see tears in his eyes as he took me deep in his throat.
I held his gaze as I unfastened my pants and pulled my dick out. “I want you to keep your hands behind your back. I’m going to fuck your face, and you’re going to take it. Do you understand?”
He sucked in a breath and stared at me.
“I’m waiting for an answer.”
“Y-yes, sir. I…”
“Finish your sentence. Once I start, it will be a while before you can talk again.”
“I want that.” He let his mouth drop open and looked up at