Chapter 143
Darius’s pov
A chuckle left my lips before I sneered down at the weak form in front of me. His tongue was darted out as he breathed out heavily.
His chest heaving heavily with each breath he took. My cock automatically hardened at the sight.
I know he was naturally submissive but there was still something erotica about holding him down like a damn dog.
The drool on his lips called to me so I leaned down and kissed it off, tasting him.
"Heaven," I moaned close to his ear.
He flinched automatically and that made me smile even more. This was going to be fun. The collar I put on him also had an aphrodisiac laced in it.
I wouldn’t need to force myself on him because he would give himself to me freely.
Just on cue, a moan left his lips as he writhed. Clawing at his shirt to get rid of the material.
"No need to fight it, sweet boy."
"What...what did you do to me?"
"I didn’t do anything that you didn’t want me to do, Lysander. What did you think you would achieve by coming here?" I laughed at his moronic behavior,
"That I would suddenly become a step father to you? You are dumb for choosing to come to me after all I have done to you." I leaned closer to his ear, tracing my finger along his stomach.
"And did you really think I would turn on my son for you? You belong to me, Lysander. I would do everything to have you, including turning my son into a monster."
His eyes widened as he panted, "You are the monster!"
"I know," I smiled at him, "I am also the one who would be taking you. I am the only one who has not had you. My cock should have been the first in your ass before anyone else."
He gasped, "No, no, please."
"Beg all you want, little whore."
"Drake," he whimpered, sliding his hands up and down his body.
"Drake isn’t here, sweet heart. Only me."
He climbed up my leg, rubbing his cheeks aggressively against the material of my pants. The drugs were slowly making its way to his brain. He looked up at me and his pupils were fully dilated till it was completely blown.
"That’s it," I stretched out my hands, "Come to me."
His arms wound themselves around my neck tightly, like he never wanted to let go. I sniffed his neck and ran my hands through his hair.
My eyes closed instantly knowing that I was home. My obsessive need to fuck this little boy was overriding my senses.
I yanked his hair back and kissed him harder, slamming him against the wall, he groaned a little.
He grabbed a hold of my shirt, as if pleading with me to give him what he wanted, what he came for.
I knew he was not fully aware he was grinding up on me. But it pained me to know he didn’t want me naturally.
"Drake..." he started to whimper but I clamped his mouth shut, shoving him to the side.
Satisfied that I wasn’t seeing his face anymore, I peppered kisses over his neck, biting and leaving marks everywhere. I wanted his mate to know that I have had his little slut.
I grabbed him by the neck, squeezing it so that he stopped breathing. His face turned red and I smiled...
That’s it...
I let go at the last minute and all the breath escaped him as he wheezed. I pushed him on his head so hard that he fell on his knees, staring right at my bulge. I unzipped my pants and guided my cock to his lips.
He opened up and took it in, I didn’t give him the change to get used to it when I pushed down on his head, forcing my tongue deep down his throat. He choked on it and the few tears that dropped on my shoes made it worth it.
I wanted to see more of those tears while he writhed in pleasure. He gagged and gagged, I only let him up when he started to turn blue. I gave him a few seconds before I did it again and again.
Till he tapped my thighs in response, I eased up on him. I put two fingers under his chin and he looked up. Streaks of tears blessed his face with beauty. I smiled knowing that I was the cause of his pain.
"Drake..." he choked out...
I have him no attention, only pushing his head towards my cock.
"If you want it to badly then make it feel good."
He swallowed my cock whole, bobbing his head but it just didn’t feel right. I needed this to stop but I couldn’t refuse him.
"Enough," I shoved his head away, bringing my lips down to his. He responded eagerly like the manwhore that he was.
I grabbed him and turned him so he was bending with his hands on the bench, I unzipped his pants and watched as it pooled to his feet.
I spat on my hand and rubbed it on his asshole, I guided through crown of my cock to his hole making him tense.
Yeah, no foreplay for you, slut. Since you think I am Drake, I would break you.
I nudged my cock three times before easing in, he sucked in a breath before relaxing. His back arching further into me, I wrapped my hand around his throat.
Feeling his pulse beat against my finger, I couldn’t help but wonder what pressing down would feel like. Would the light leave his eyes when he orgasms with my finger clamping down on his pulse?
Would he thrash around till he couldn’t?
Again, I shook my head to get rid of those delicious thoughts. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt a little to see him in a little pain after what he did to me.
Running away from me and opening his legs to everyone.
I reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking him softly as I fucked him from behind. Sweat coated his forehead like little beads as he closed his eyes from the pleasure.
The Pleasure I was capable of giving him, only me.
I smirked in spite of myself, knowing how cocky I sounded but I couldn’t help it.
I chuckled and paused, pulling out a little before slamming deeper inside him.
I clamped his lips shut to tame the scream that almost left his lips.
The moans he tried to keep in but failed fueled me so much that I forgot I was supposed to be mad at him. I threw my head back as the pleasure took rot in my brain.
I was so gone.
I wanted to keep him, to keep fucking him till I got tired. Reality crashed on me when I remembered one simple detail;
He wasn’t mine.
Never will be.
But I always get what I want.
My anger returned once again and I squeezed down on his throat harder, cutting off any means of sound. I plundered his ass till he was laying flat on the floor, his legs too weak to hold him up.
I lifted him in my arms, positioning him against the wall as his legs wrapped around my hips. He held onto me tightly as I kept going harder, deeper and rougher than I planned.
His lips were on my ear, blessing me with those sweet sounds coming from them. He moaned continuously in my ear till his face fell between my neck.
The sounds ceased but I could feel him shuddering against me, trembling so violently that I hugged him tighter to soothe him.
I didn’t cum, I couldn’t.
He stayed so still and I tapped him to get down but there was no response. I tapped him again, no response.
That raised my alarm, I moved him a little and only relaxed when I realized he had only passed out.
The whore passed out on me.