Page 64 of Hard Bargain

Blue eyes lifted. They were blown wide, wild, and completely present. The room did something unsteady.

“You don’t get to finish until you’ve earned it,” Dominic warned.

Knox’s hand faltered. Sweat beaded at his temple. He was beautiful like this, and Dominic hated knowing that—hated having the word beautiful show up anywhere near his thoughts about Knox.

But there it was.

And the thought that followed it was worse.

Mine.

He dealt with it the only way he knew how. He opened his belt with jerky movements, shoving his trousers and boxers down just enough to free himself. Knox’s eyes dropped immediately and his breath stuttered out of him.

“Come here and kneel.”

Knox was already moving. His knees hit the hardwood and he stayed there, hands fisted on his own thighs, fighting the urge to touch himself for relief.

Dominic threaded his fingers into Knox’s dark curls, tugging his head up so their eyes met. “You want to come? Then suck my cock and don’t stop until I cum down your throat.”

There was no more hesitation in Knox’s eyes, only hunger and blazing intent. He licked his lips and leaned in, grip bracing on Dominic’s thigh. The first wet slide of tongue over Dominic’s crown pulled a groan straight out of him.

Oh, god.

Heat detonated through him. He hadn’t meant to make a sound like that and he resented it immediately. Knox took his time at first, letting Dominic feel every tentative press of his tongue.

His fingers tightened in Knox’s hair. “Deeper,” he ground out.

Knox opened wider, cheeks hollowing as he took more, gagged, and tried again. The vibration of his struggle dragged a curse from Dominic’s throat. He forced his hips still, refusing the instinct to thrust.

Knox found a rhythm. Sucking, tongue flat on each downstroke, hand working what couldn’t fit. Dominic’s vision fuzzed at the edges.

Focus, he told himself.

He couldn’t focus.

“Look at me,” he demanded, voice fractured.

Knox’s eyes lifted. Lips stretched around him, pupils blown. The sight triggered something savage. His hips jerked, driving deeper. Knox managed—throat working, hands braced hard on his thighs—but he didn’t retreat an inch.

The grip in his hair turned punishing. “Don’t stop.”

Half threat. Half plea. He’d think about that later.

He didn’t get much later. His climax ripped through him fast. Pulse after pulse flooded Knox’s mouth until the pleasure edged into something that almost hurt.

The boy swallowed.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Knox pulled back. Mouth shining, lips swollen, one knuckle swiped across the corner of his mouth. His eyes were still on Dominic’s face.

Dominic’s heart was going at an insane pace.

Power, he told himself. That’s all this was. Power and control.

Sure.