Page 126 of Hard Bargain

Dominic fucked his mouth until tears blurred his vision, his throat was raw, and the only word left anywhere in his body was more.

Dominic yanked him back by the hair. Knox gasped, saliva smearing his lips. He trembled on his knees, needy and aching, the sudden distance making him whimper.

“Look at you.” Dominic’s voice was rough. “Wrecked already.” His thumb swiped the wetness from Knox’s mouth and pressed between his lips.

Knox sucked it in immediately. Greedy. Tongue curling. A desperate little sound escaping around it.

Not enough. Not enough.

“Stand and strip.”

Knox rose on legs that barely held him. His hands were shaking but he didn’t care. Shirt, shoes, jeans, briefs: each piece hit the floor in frantic succession. He stood naked, cock flushed and leaking, every nerve screaming, while Dominic’s gaze devoured him.

Dominic stepped in, chest to chest, fingers sliding up the back of Knox’s neck. Then he hauled him into a kiss that detonated behind Knox’s eyes.

Oh god.

The kiss was dangerous and demanding. Teeth clashing. Breaths stolen. Dominic swallowed every desperate sound Knox made and gave it back darker. Knox grabbed at broad shoulders, not getting close enough. The kiss devoured reason and kept going until Knox’s thoughts dissolved into a single plea.

More. More. More.

The gray was gone.

Obliterated like it had never existed. All that was left was the press of Dominic’s mouth, the certainty of his hands, and the rough scrape of stubble against Knox’s skin. Knox’s hips ground against him, shameless, his cock rubbing against the fabric of Dominic’s suit.

Dominic broke away when the need for air became brutal, both of them panting. He studied Knox’s swollen mouth, thumb sweeping over his bottom lip like he was admiring the damage, then drove back in.

He bit Knox’s lower lip hard enough to make him cry out, before shoving him back. Without taking his eyes off Knox, he crossed to his desk, opened a drawer, and came back with a bottle and a foil packet. “Hands on the desk.”

Knox flattened his palms on the polished wood. The surface was cool against his skin, the anticipation buzzing along his spine almost unbearable.

One hand skimmed up Knox’s back—soothing and possessive at once—before settling at the nape of his neck and pressing him down until his cheek met the surface. Knox inhaled; the scent of wood, lube, and Dominic’s cologne flooded him.

A slick finger circled his entrance and Knox’s hips pushed back on instinct. Then the finger slipped inside and Knox groaned, forehead pressing against the desk.

One finger. Then two. Stretching, retreating, sliding deeper. Knox moaned with each push, his hips rocking back in a rhythm he couldn’t control. “More,” he breathed against the wood. “Don’t stop.”

When three fingers pushed in, Knox gasped, back arching, a cry escaping that echoed off the walls. The burn was sweet and necessary, exactly what he’d come here for.

“Good boy,” Dominic rasped. “Take it.”

Good boy.

Knox whimpered. Those two words hit somewhere so deep his vision blurred and his cock pulsed and leaked against nothing. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.”

When the tightness eased, Dominic withdrew. Latex snapped behind him, followed by more slick sounds. His body trembled with anticipation.

A firm grip on his hip. Dominic’s hand stroked once across the small of his back, almost tender, before his voice came. “Ready? This isn’t going to be gentle.”

“Please,” Knox choked. It came out broken. A prayer.

Dominic lined up and thrust in. One single, ruthless stroke. The stretch stole Knox’s breath, bordering on pain. His hands scrambled against the desk, fingers gripping for purchase. Yes. God, yes.

Dominic paused, buried to the hilt, letting Knox feel every inch. His body clenched around him, dragging a rough groan from Dominic’s chest. Then Dominic pulled back and drove deeper. The desk groaned beneath them as he set a relentless rhythm, one hand gripping the back of Knox’s neck, the other anchoring his hip. Each thrust drove Knox forward and dragged him back.

“Feel that?” Dominic growled against his ear. “Every inch of you is mine.”

“Yes,” Knox gasped. “God—more—all of it—”