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He tries to swallow past my grip but fails. I moan from the rush of pleasure as I keep myself buried and roll my hips against him.

“Fuuuck,” he moans.

Heat slithers beneath my skin as I sit back and spit on his cock. “Hands,” I order. Hooded, wet eyes stay locked on mine as he begins jerking himself with his bound hands. “Well done, baby,” I praise, and he moans, tightening his grip.

I spit on my cock and then wrap my hands around his thighs and tip my head back. The feel of his heat, the sounds of him jerking himself, and those addicting moans are my own personal ecstasy.

My head swims, and moans burst from my chest while I fuck him harder.

“God, fuck!” he screams as I wrap my hand around his throat and slam the other beside his head, towering over him. He jolts along the ground, squeezing his eyes shut when I slam into him again.

“You want harder, you get harder,” I taunt, incrementally tightening my grip around his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs beneath my hand, and choppy moans coat his lips.

“Three,” I count.

His eyes hood, the sloshing of his hands picking up rapidly.

“Two.”

Unintelligible noises get stuck against my hand and his eyes roll.

“One,” I growl and release his throat.

He sucks in a deep breath, and raspy moans follow as I continue my ruthless thrusts, cum covering his chest and stomach.

“More,” I demand. His ass pulses around me as I crush my lips to his. My fingers bury into the dirt, the cool breeze shooting across my heated body as I pull back and slam into him, I keep myself buried deep as my cock pulses inside him.

I sit back, and he hisses when I pull out, gripping the backs of his thighs to keep them in the air. Moonlight pools around his body, and I tilt my head, watching my cum leak out of him.

He swallows deeply when I rub my cock over his ass, gathering the cum.

“R—” My name is cut off by a groan when I thrust forward and fuck it back inside him.

“You take all my cum, baby. Always.”

Pulling on my slacks, socks, and shoes, I kneel beside Rome and pull his sweats up his legs. He lifts enough for me to secure them on his hips. Undoing my belt, I hold out my hand and help him stand and then gather the rest of my clothes. Dimples indent his cheeks when I bend down and wrap my hands around his thighs to lift him. His arms immediately come around my shoulders, and he slumps against me as I carry him back toward our home.

I’d debated the entire drive home whether to tell him about tomorrow night. Part of me wanted to spend tonight fucking and then sleep with him in my arms. At least he’d be happy, though oblivious. The rest of me knew I’d need to divulge the truth, that continuing to hide things from him would only be catastrophic to our relationship. I trust him, and I need him to trust me.

I don’t know how many people Smith has with him, I opened a can of worms by putting him in jail. His arrest, along with the three others, started a larger crime investigation into the sites he used. Various people were fined or charged due to their attempts at gaining child pornography, a few connected to those sites right here in London. Ezra may have them on his side, he may not. I can’t be certain.

I don’t like being uncertain.

I like definite outcomes, always have. Math, computers—there’s one right answer, one line of code that when sequenced correctly produces the desired outcome. I’m much like my father in that way. I don’t like the unknown, but that is exactly what I’m walking into.

Blade has vouched for Xander’s aim and ability to stay calm, which eases me slightly. Blade he doesn’t crack under pressure, especially when there’s a gun in his hand.

The last week, I’ve been reevaluating my life for Rome’s sake. I do get satisfaction from what I do, knowing those who have sexually assaulted others, raped them or beat them, are met with a bullet. It’s a win-win for us, and those sick fucks get what they deserve.

Admitting to Rome what my family does and him loving me regardless has made it clear he has trust in me to never allow an innocent person to be harmed.

“Shit,” Rome whispers as I carry him into our bedroom and kick the door shut.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, continuing through the closet into the bathroom.

“Its…” he trails off, laughing into my neck.

I smile and gently place him down, his bloodshot eyes squinting against the harsh light. “My cum is leaking out of your ass, isn’t it?” I grin, dropping my dirty clothes in a pile.