Page 84 of Secrets of the Brother
I tried to push away from the wall again but couldn’t move. He was too strong.
He pushed his finger in further.
My mouth opened on a gasp as I rose up on my toes.
“That ends here and now. I was willing to play by your rules because I knew I had hurt you, but clearly that isn’t working, so we’re going to play by my rules from now on.”
Is he serious?
Playing bymyrules?
At what point was Ieverin charge of this twisted game between us?
He pulled his finger out and pushed it back in.
“Oh God!” It didn’t hurt as much as it felt all kinds of wrong. “I’m not playing games with you, Enzo.”
He moved his arm from my back to sweep my hair away from my shoulder. He then stroked my cheek. “Good. This isn’t a game to me either. This is about the future. And it’s past time you accepted that your future is with me. Not in New York and sure as fuck not with another man. It’s with me.”
I started to turn. “What if I don’t—”
Before I could even finish my objection, he snatched both my wrists and stretched them over my head with one of his hands, pinning my face against the shower wall. He forced a second finger into my ass.
“Ow! Ow!”
The tops of his thighs brushed against the backs of mine.
I tried to turn my head to see over my shoulder, but his large body blocked my view.
His hand parted my cheeks, then something larger than his finger pressed against my hole.
“Wait! No!”
He reached around and flattened his hand on my stomach, pulling my hips back against his as he continued to pin my wrists over my head. “Time to prove who owns you,tesoro mio.”
His hips pushed upward.
I tried to clench but couldn’t prevent the soapy head of his cock from slipping inside my dark hole. My fingers curled as my thigh muscles tightened and my ass stretched around his girth.
He thrust again, pushing deeper inside.
The air froze in my lungs as a cry died in my throat. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to move, afraid it would increase the pressure and pain. “Please, take it out,” I begged.
He released my wrists and wrapped his hand around my throat, tilting my head back onto his shoulder while his other arm wrapped around my middle. The full length of his body pressed against my back, hot and slick from the shower. He shifted his hips upward again, pressing deeper into my ass.
This time I did cry out.
He kissed my neck. “Don’t focus on the pain, baby. Focus on the feeling.”
I whimpered. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Where’s my cock?”
I moaned.
He squeezed his fingers tighter around my throat. “Where’s my cock?”
“In my ass.”
