“Admit this is what you wanted all along,” I growl. “It’s obvious you’re not even trying.”
Miles answers with a single dark chuckle. He jumps from his knees to his feet in one swift motion, pushing me back as he stands. I keep hold of his arm, but he’s strong enough to shove me backward into the kitchen cabinets, the metal handle of one digging straight into my shoulder blade.
My momentary flare of agony is enough for him to free his arm, spin around, and grab mine. He throws me into the table through a sheer show of force, and I realize how fucking strong he’s gotten over the past few months. The far leg of the table snaps after I hit, causing the thing to wobble and crash, but that doesn’t stop Miles from descending upon me.
I try to stand, but the persistent ache I feel through the adrenaline rush is enough to hinder me. The fight at the construction site and the car accident both have taken their toll, preventing me from getting to my feet before Miles grabs my upper arm and manhandles me against the wall, shoving me face-first into the wallpaper.
He twists my right arm back and around in a similar move to the one I had him in, but he doesn’t ease up or even take it lightly. The pain is enough to force me to whimper through clenched teeth.
“That’s it?” Miles asks, mocking my tone from earlier. “That’s all you got?”
I attempt to break away, but Miles’s hold prevents me from getting far. Instead of keeping me pinned to the wall, he pulls me back and forces to me to the ground on my stomach. I gulp down air as Miles grabs my other arm and traps it on my lower back. Panic grips me the moment I feel the plastic zip-tie cuffs fasten around my wrists.
“Miles,” I hiss. He kept a pair of cuffs on him? Has he been worried we’ll run into someone on the streets? And when did I say he could—
I catch my breath as Miles runs a hand over my ass and between my legs. He stops on the bulge of my slacks, kneading me through the fabric. “You seem pretty excited, Pierce,” he says between heavy breaths. “Eager?”
I close my eyes and grind my teeth. My heart beats hard, and I can’t seem to quell the heat and tension in my body.
Miles stands and drags me up with him. I jerk my elbow from his grip, and he shoves me back against the wall, twisting both my arms up into excruciating positions. I let out a yell but bite back any further sounds when he doesn’t continue.
“I’ll fuck you on the kitchen floor if I have to,” Miles mutters under his breath. “But I’d rather do this in our room. What’s it going be, Pierce?”
I force myself to relax and allow Miles to push me down the hall and into our room. Despite the darkness, he shoves me onto the bed and follows close behind, never really taking his hands off me. With an urgency that betrays his lust, he undoes my slacks and tears them off. Before I can react, he pushes me face-first into the mattress and drags my hips back until I’m propped up on my knees.
Again, he runs a hand over my ass and straight around to my cock, this time stroking me with force. I’m hard and leaking precome—almost moaning with each caress—and I spread my legs to give him better access.
Miles leans over and rummages through our nightstand until I hear the click of the lube bottle we keep there. He coats my backside for only a second before forcing in a probing finger. I bite the sheets and breathe deep, the pain and pleasure of the sensation all too familiar.
Miles fumbles with his pants while he eases a single digit in and out of me, but that doesn’t last long. He pulls his hand away and slides his erection along the cleft of my ass, moaning aloud from the release it brings him.
With the haste of an amateur, he aligns himself and then thrusts halfway in, desperate for satisfaction. I groan into the sheets, the sudden burning agony enough to remind me why it’s important to take it slow. I don’t object, though, and instead hold back my pained cries.
Shaking and panting, Miles hooks his fingers around my hips and pulls me back onto him. I relax a bit, alleviating some of the stress to my body. Miles must take it as a sign of encouragement, however, as he pulls back and thrusts again, his force and urgency building. The moment he gets fully flush in me, he growls in contentment, like the pleasure is overwhelming.
I can feel every inch of him as he rocks back and forth, the heat from his body spreading to mine until I can barely think. When I struggle to move my arms, I’m reminded of the handcuffs—that I’m restrained—and it adds a whole new level of intensity to the moment. He’s going to fuck me no matter what, and there’s not much I can do to stop him.
After only a few pumps, Miles loses what little control he had and digs his nails into my flesh as he thrusts hard. His harsh moans become louder the closer he gets, and I enjoy the animalistic way he forces me back onto him with each motion. The pain and pleasure both build in my gut, threatening to become agony, but not before Miles swells and reaches his breaking point.
He tenses and leans forward as he fills me with his seed. I can hear the strangled groan of gratification escape his clenched jaw when relief comes in waves.
For a moment, Miles doesn’t move. Before I say anything, he leans down and reaches a hand around to play with my throbbing cock. I
