Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,157

let go, choking me for the rest of the day.

It’s over.

He’s done with me.

He blames me.

I refused to be that boy. I’d never been clingy, so I wasn’t going to start now. But God, it hurt. It hurt feeling cut off and discarded. It hurt knowing I’d cared more about him than he’d cared about me. It hurt knowing I was good enough to fuck, but I wasn’t good enough to claim.

By the time late evening had rolled around, I was drunk on winter-themed cocktails. After drafting ever longer and ever more dramatic monologues to James in my head, I had progressed to acting them out in my kitchen, waving my arms and everything. Which is when the doorbell rang, of course.

I was in a short silk robe and nothing else, but still, I belted it with great dignity and walked to the door to see who it was. And from the official-looking black car parked just outside my window, I thought I had a pretty good guess.

I flung open the door, ready to deliver one of my scathing diatribes. “If you think you can just show up here—”

I was abruptly cut off because James took one look at me wearing nothing but that silk robe, and suddenly, the door was kicked shut behind him, and I was slammed against the wall, his mouth hot and searching on mine.

“James,” I gasped.

“Boy,” he growled back, bending down to bite my neck.

“We shouldn’t—I’m very cross with you—”

“I need you,” he breathed into my ear. He shoved his hips against mine so I could feel how much. “I need you.”

My own cock was already responding, announcing itself through the part in my robe. “Okay, but not here—”

He swung me up into his arms like I weighed nothing—which, despite multiple lemon juice cleanses, was just not true—and carried me into my sitting room, where the windows only faced the rear garden and not the street. He dropped me onto my back on the sofa and then followed me down, all muscles and silky, bespoke wool as he crowded over me and slanted his mouth over mine.

As he kissed me, his hand dropped between us to free his giant erection, which dropped on the part of my stomach my robe had exposed.

His cock was velvety, hard, scorching. It bumped against mine, and we both emitted twin grunts of choked need.

“The end table,” I panted. “Lube.”

“We’ll talk about why the fuck you have lube there later,” he rasped, lifting to his knees to get it.

“It’s only in certain strategic locations in case a date goes well,” I protested, although why I thought I could successfully defend my honor with my robe shoved to the sides and my cock bobbing against my stomach, I had no idea.

His eyes glinted cold and blue in the dark light of the room as he slicked lube around his thick organ. “Are you trying to infuriate me?”

“Dates happened before you, Prime Minister. They’ll happen after you too.”

The growl he gave then wasn’t playful nor was it teasing. It was pure animal anger and need. Raw possession. He gave my hole a cursory anointing and then mounted me, driving into me like I was a spoil of war.

I arched underneath him, and he pinned me down, splitting me open with his rough, angry need. “You are mine,” he said. “My boy to fuck. My boy to watch and touch and taste.”

I wanted to say no, I wasn’t. I wasn’t his. If I were really his, he would have had me stay last night, and he would have called me today. If I were really his, he’d want me in every way, not just with my legs spread.

But I couldn’t bring myself to contradict him because, at that moment, it felt true. Even if it was only true for right now during these stolen moments on my sofa. I was his.

“Yes, sir,” I said, going loose and open the way he liked, surrendering utterly to his rutting cock. “I am yours.”

“Boy,” he said, and that was it, but I could hear the need in it. The torment. He was in agony over something, and it was more than his building release.

His hips settled into a brutal, punishing rhythm. His tie caressed my chest as he moved, the expensive wool of his suit trousers rubbed against my thighs. My penis leaked pre-cum, entire pearls of it on my belly, and he ran his fingers through it, licking it while looking down at me. And