Page 86 of Yours on the Canvas

I don’t want hope.

I want blood.

I want to tear Ray’s throat out with my bare hands and watch the life drain from his eyes while he begs for mercy he’ll never get.

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Night falls, dragging us down with it.

The sheer exhaustion finally hits like a physical blow, dragging me toward the spare bunk room upstairs. I collapse onto the narrow mattress, too broken, too hollowed out to fight the dark any longer.

And the second my eyes close, the nightmare takes me.

The room is suffocatingly warm, bathed in the soft, bruised amber glow of bedside lamps.

Jack is right there.

Naked against the tangled sheets, his skin flushed, his cock heavy against his flat abs, pre-cum glistening like silver on his stomach. He looks up at me through heavy-lidded eyes, dark and entirely submissive, parting his lips as I step closer.

He reaches out, his fingers trembling with a desperate, worshipful need, and I take his hand. He kneels on the mattress right in front of me, his eyes locked on mine as his fingers slide to my belt buckle. The sharp click of metal releasing sounds like a gunshot in the quiet room.

My hand threads into his hair, gripping the dark strands as his lips wrap around my cock, warm and slick, taking my length down his throat until the tip of his nose presses flush against my pubic hair. Saliva and pre-cum drip over his chin, tracking down his neck.

“You want me deep, boy?” I growl, my voice a gravelly rasp that vibrates against his skin.

He nods frantically against me, humming a low, obedient sound in the back of his throat, taking every inch of me without a single complaint.

“Hands down, dove.”

He drops them instantly, resting them flat on his thighs. God, he’s perfection. My canvas. My entirely broken, worshipful boy, taking my instruction like breathing.

My hips thrust gently, and I watch him as he takes my cock, sliding me all the way to the back of his throat with an effortless, practiced grace. He hums around me, a low, desperate sound, and I feel the warm vibration ripple straight against my shaft, sending a jolt of fire straight to my balls.

“You want me, baby?” I rasp, my hand gripping the dark strands of his hair.

He pulls his lips off my cock with a wet, echoing pop, looking up at me through heavy-lidded, dark eyes, chest heaving. “Always, Sol.”

“On your knees, back to me,” I order, pulling completely out of his mouth.

He obeys without a single second of hesitation, shifting his weight, arching his spine, and presenting his tight, bare ass to me with a silent, desperate plea for punishment and possession.

I step behind him, dragging my fingernails slowly up his spine. He shivers from head to toe, a soft gasp slipping from his lips. I raise my hand and bring it down sharp against his left cheek.

Crack.

The skin instantly blurs red beneath my palm. Jack whimpers, wriggling back against me like he can’t get close enough.

“Another,” he breathes, his voice wrecked, begging for more of the pain that proves he belongs to me.

I don’t hesitate. I raise my hand again and bring it down harder, the impact echoing in the dark room. “Good boy. So good for you, aren’t you, Jack? Mine. Completely mine.”

I rain blow after blow across his cheeks until they are painted a fierce, throbbing crimson, his cries and moans turning into ragged, beautiful music. My fingers dip down, slicking his tight, puckered heat with lube, stretching him open, sliding a finger inside, then a second, then a third, until he’s mewling against the sheets, begging for the rest of me, weeping for the fullness he craves.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I growl, pressing the head of my cock against his entrance. “I’m going to breed you. Make you so full of me you won’t remember what air tastes like. I’m going to brand you from the inside out.”

I push through the ring of muscle, burying myself balls-deep in his heat. He screams my name into the mattress, and I grab a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back as I hammer into him without an ounce of mercy, driving him into the mattress over and over.

“Break for me, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”