Page 160 of Reckless Obsession

“Look,” I growl against his ear, gripping his jaw and forcing his eyes to the glass. “Watch yourself take me. Watch how fucking ruined you already look.”

Maksim’s reflection shows it all. Pupils blown, mouth open on broken sounds, chest rising too fast. Every time I snap my hips forward, his body jerks, the thick length of my cock disappearing into him again and again. He feels unreal. Tight, scorching, clenching around me like he was made for this. Every time I push back in, heat rips up my spine.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” I groan, burying myself to the hilt and grinding deep. “So tight. So fucking warm. Taking every inch like you need it.”

Maksim whimpers, head falling back against my shoulder.

“Dante isn’t here,” I rasp, thrusting harder, watching his reflection fall apart. “He’s not the one stretching this tight little hole. He’s not the one making you drip all over the floor.” My hand slides up to wrap around his throat again. “I am. I’m the one claiming you. I’m the one making you moan and whimper like this, Maksim.”

“Tristan—”

“That’s it,” I snarl against his neck, biting down hard enough to mark. “Say my name. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Tristan,” he moans desperately. “I’m all yours.”

The words leave him wrecked and completely submissive, exactly how I want him. His bound hands flex helplessly. Every thrust punches more desperate sound from his throat.

“Say it properly.” My hand slides down and wraps around his stiff cock, stroking him in rough time with my thrusts. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” he gasps, voice wrecked. “I belong to you.”

“Louder.”

“I belong to you, and your huge fat cock.” He says, completely wrecked.

“That’s right, baby.” I reward him with a harder snap of my hips that makes his knees buckle and a broken cry tears out of him. His dick throbs violently in my fist, more precum spilling over my fingers.

“Fuck, listen to you,” I mutter, almost unhinged with it now. “Begging. Taking it. This hole is greedy and desperate. You love being used by me, don’t you?”

“Yes—” Maksim chokes out, voice broken.

“Tell me.”

“I love it, Tristan,” he rasps. “I love it when you use me like your slut, I love your dick so much.”

“I’m gonna fill you up,” I tell him, voice low and rough as I keep pounding into him. “I’m going to bury every drop so deep you’ll feel me for days. This ass, this cock, these fucking moans, they’re mine. You walk around with my marks, my cum, my name in your mouth. That’s the only way it goes.”

He sobs out a moan, nodding frantically, completely surrendered in my arms as I keep fucking him without mercy and chasing the edge with every snap of my hips. He's trembling in my arms, bound hands flexing uselessly behind his back, his cock leaking steadily onto the counter as I stroke him in time with every thrust.

“That’s it,” I rasp against his ear. “Clench around me. Show me how much you need it.”

He does as he’s told, fluttering around my cock tightly every time I bottom out. The heat of him is overwhelming. Every wet, filthy sound of me driving into him pushes me closer.

“Tristan, I’m close,” he breathes. “Fuck, I’m—”

“Together,” I order, voice rough. “You’re coming with me. Not before. Not after. With me.”

My hand tightens more around his cock, stroking faster as I pound into him harder. His whole body locks up, a broken cry tearing from his throat as he starts to fall apart.

“Fuck I’m coming,” he cries out. “Oh fuck!”

“Now,” I growl. “Come for me now, spitfire.”

We break at the same time.

“Tristan… holy shit—”

Maksim comes hard, thick ropes spilling over my fist and onto the counter as his body convulses in my arms. The way he clenches down around me tightly, rhythmically, and desperately rips my own orgasm out of me with brutal force. I bury myself to the hilt and spill deep inside him, pulse after heavy pulse, filling him exactly the way I promised.