“On your knees,” he orders, and I wink at him.
“Yes, Sir,” I emphasize, amused by his bossy tone.
Complying, I switch positions, settling on my knees, with my ass in the air, exposed and waiting for him. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked like this; usually I prefer to be the one in control, but Ethan has proven himself both capable and willing to rip that power out of my hands and taken it for himself. A wet tongue probing my entrance makes me jump, his hot breath against my sensitized skin as he licks at me makes my balls heavy with desire.
I turn my head to look at Ethan, and he smirks before he straightens and slides his cock back inside of me. He fucks me ruthlessly, and my mind is spinning, dizzy and drunk on the feel of him taking me. Ethan is glorious, and I’m in awe as I accept his merciless thrusts, and the fury he’s unleashing as he pushes me ever closer to the edge of oblivion. Our combined moans and grunts fill the room, and goosebumps prickle over my body as I reach the precipice.
Ethan reaches under me, wraps his hand around my cock and jerks me off until I come with a shout, shooting my orgasm all over the sheets and his hand. My ass clenches and releases around his cock, but he doesn’t slow his pace, only growls as he forces his cum-soaked fingers into my mouth. I suck hard on them, mimicking the way I sucked his cock, until finally his movements become more uneven and he comes with a ragged groan.
We stay like that for a few moments catching our breath, him still buried in my ass, and leaning against me for support. Ethan straightens and eases out of my body, before walking away, leaving me knelt on his bed, ass up and thoroughly fucked.
Carefully, I shift into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and pull on my clothes. As pleasurable as it was, and however much I don’t want to, a conversation is coming, one that’ll decide not just his fate, but also mine. He doesn’t know everything yet, and hell, after what I did, I’ll be lucky if he stops long enough to listen. However, there is a more pressing matter at hand, and now that the haze of desire is lifting, I need to focus if I’m going to get not just Ethan, but myself out of this mess.
I’ve got to talk him into cooperating with me long enough to put everything right... as much as can be fixed that is. I’m surrounded by anger of my own making, and I’ve no way to alleviate it or make amends.
Ethan walks back into the room, wearing a fresh pair of boxers, and the annoyance back in place, presumably because I’m still here.
“You got what you wanted, now get out, Devin,” he bites out, gesturing at the door.
“If I leave now, you’ll be dead by tomorrow morning.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No. I’m warning you,” I respond. “If you don’t give back what you stole, then The Reapers will come for you, and I won’t be able to stop them. I’m your only chance of getting out of this.”
“You mentioned them before, but I’m not afraid. They won’t find me if you don’t tell them.”
“They won’t need me to tell them, they probably already know,” I snort.
“Why should I help you and the people who aided and abetted in the cover up of your crime?” he hisses, but I hold my ground and his stare.
“Because, I don’t want another innocent life on my hands, Ethan. I won’t fucking allow it.”
“You had a lot of nerve coming here in the first place,” he begins.
“I recall that not even twenty minutes ago you seemed to be rather enjoying my presence here,” I snip, cutting across him.
“I don’t have to like you to fuck you, Devin,” he retorts, and straighten my spine.
“I was following my father’s orders the night your sister died. I tried to stop it, tried to get her to listen, and when she fought, I stopped her, but she hit her head. My father found us, and he dragged me away, he wouldn’t let me call an ambulance. I don’t expect forgiveness, and I won’t ask you for it. I wouldn’t forgive anyone who harmed Sebastian in any way. My father wanted her dead, and she still wouldn’t be standing here today even if I hadn’t been the one to do it. He would have done to Sebastian what he did to me. My best friend is dead because of me, I put a bullet between his eyes because he threatened to call The Reapers if I didn’t. The result would have been the same, regardless of my choice, but at least with me doing it, he didn’t have to suffer. Nathaniel Johnson doesn’t want his sons with anyone he deems less than worthy, and he’ll do anything to ensure that our family remains untainted and our reputation intact. I was a coward, and I’m a killer. I’ve got more blood on my hands than I care to admit. You hate me for what I did to you and your family, and you should. I’m not a good man, Ethan. I let the wealth and the blood that flows through these veins corrupt me, and there’s no coming back from that. I failed to save your sister, but damned if I’m going to fail you too. I haven’t paid for my crimes with anything more than my soul, but once you fix this fucking mess and I know you’re safe, I’ll turn myself in to the cops,” I tell him, and I hate how vulnerable my voice sounds as I confess everything to Ethan, and the weight of regret rests heavily on my shoulders.
Ethan is silent for a long time. I’m trying to right some of the
