Page 125 of Hard Bargain

Knox forced a breath. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Don’t lie.” The hand pressed harder, wholly possessive. “I can see it in your eyes.”

Knox swallowed. “I just… need you.”

“Why?”

The question hung between them. Knox’s heart hammered so hard Dominic had to feel it under his palm. Silence stretched until the pressure of that stare made denial impossible. “Sometimes… everything goes dark,” Knox admitted. “I can’t feel anything good or light unless something burns it off.”

Dominic’s eyes flared with understanding. “You should have told me that before.”

Knox’s pulse jumped. “I didn’t want to.”

Dominic leaned in, breath hot against Knox’s ear. Knox’s eyes closed involuntarily, just the proximity enough to make his body react. “Next time,” Dominic said, every word vibrating against Knox’s skin, “you tell me.”

His lips brushed the shell of Knox’s ear. A shiver ran through him so hard his shoulders twitched. “Now,” Dominic rasped, fingers sliding up Knox’s throat, tilting his head back, “you’re going to earn that fucking you asked for.”

A small, helpless sound escaped Knox before he could catch it. “Please.”

“Get down.”

Knox’s knees hit the floor before the thought finished forming.

God.

Dominic looked down at him, eyes half-lidded. His hand worked his belt open with deliberate slowness, the metal buckle clanging softly before he tugged the zipper down. His cock sprang free, thick and rigid, veins pulsing along the shaft.

Knox licked his lips without thinking, a noise catching in his throat that was closer to a whimper than he wanted to admit.

“Look up,” Dominic ordered.

Knox obeyed. Wide-eyed. Needy. Desperate in a way he couldn’t disguise anymore and had stopped trying to.

Dominic’s fist closed in his hair. “You’ve got one purpose right now,” he said, voice a low growl. “Take what I give you and don’t look away.”

Knox shuddered. The thought of opening his mouth and letting Dominic use him—being used—sent heat flooding through his veins so fast his cock ached.

“If you need me to stop and can’t speak, tap twice. Understand?”

Knox nodded, the movement jerky.

“Open.”

Knox parted his lips and Dominic didn’t waste time. He fisted his cock and guided the swollen head past Knox’s lips. The weight on his tongue, the salt and heat of skin, pulled a moan out of Knox that vibrated against Dominic’s cock.

Dominic sank deeper. The girth stretched his jaw until he hit the back of his throat. Knox gagged, eyes watering, but he held Dominic’s gaze.

“Breathe through your nose. Take it.”

Knox inhaled sharply and forced his throat to relax as Dominic rocked forward. The slide was slow and deep, and a guttural groan tore out of Dominic.

That sound.

Knox’s cock jumped. He moaned around the length and felt Dominic’s grip tighten viciously in response. “That’s it,” Dominic said. “You’re doing so good.”

Knox clutched at his thighs, fingers digging into hard muscle, holding on as Dominic fucked his mouth with controlled dominance. He pulled back just enough to let Knox gasp—spit connecting them in obscene strings—then shoved back in. Knox whimpered at the intrusion, the sound muffled and filthy, and his hips jerked forward, grinding against nothing, desperate for friction he wasn’t getting.

“Made for this,” Dominic breathed, and the praise hit Knox like a drug. He sucked harder, hollowed his cheeks, and tried to take more. Anything to hear that sound again, needing Dominic to lose control.