Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Sandro frowned and shook his head. “No, I never pretended around you. Being back home with you always gives me the respite I need. You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever had. When I’m with you, I can relax, I don’t have to be the monster I need to be out there.”
“You’re not a monster to me,” Kevin whispered.
Sandro slid his hands down Kevin’s neck, rubbing it gently with his thumbs. “Let me love you, and I promise I’ll never hurt you.”
Kevin couldn’t take his eyes off Sandro, overwhelmed by the wave of emotion toppling over him until his knees were almost too weak to hold his weight. “Make me yours, Daddy.”
His words seemed to be the fuel Sandro needed, but it was Kevin’s skin that went aflame. For the first time since they met, Kevin was certain of Sandro’s feelings. There were no walls between them, no locked doors, and no secrets. No matter how ugly the reality of what Sandro did for a living was, of what the two of them did to Roberto, there was relief in knowing, even if Kevin had earlier made his peace with the secrecy.
Sandro licked Kevin’s trembling lips and slid his hands down Kevin’s sides with the energy created by their new understanding. “You will be mine only,” he whispered as he squeezed Kevin’s ass to drive that point home.
Kevin stood on his toes and kissed his man, closing his eyes and drowning in the heat of their connection. So many times he’d felt insecure about the future, and for once, his fears were gone. He didn’t know if he’d live on this island forever, or if he’d now travel with Sandro, if he’d actually go to art school, or if his family ever accepts his relationship with an older man. All he knew was that they’d figure it out together, because what he had with Sandro was special and it would change his life.
Sandro killed for a living, and ‘extracted information’ out of people, which was a polite way of saying that he tortured them, yet instead of being terrified, Kevin basked in the knowledge that this man had the skills to protect him from any danger coming his way.
Kevin let Sandro bite and suck on his lips, but as he reached for Sandro’s belt, desperate to connect, Sandro was already backing him to the bare mattress on the bed. They’d had sex countless times since Kevin had arrived on Sandro’s island, but he already knew this time would be different. There was an animalistic force to the way Sandro grabbed at Kevin’s flesh, and the ink on his skin only made him look wilder, like an untamed beast desperate to connect with his mate.
"I'll always be your boy," Kevin said breathlessly as soon as he landed on the mattress, but he didn't waste time, already opening his jeans. Safety lay in the eye of the storm and that was why he craved Sandro close, skin to skin, inside him.
"I thought you'd never be truly mine, but you proved me wrong." Sandro's dark eyes burned with desire, and just seeing him pull down his pants and release his cock made Kevin’s own rock-hard. His nipples stiffened under the white cotton of his T-shirt as he pushed his jeans to the floor. He rolled over to his stomach and opened his legs.
"All yours, Daddy," he said, grinding his dick into the bare mattress as he looked over his shoulder at Sandro's muscular form, the tan skin, the cock twitching in anticipation of driving into Kevin's ass.
Sandro kneeled on the bed and pushed Kevin's legs open wider. There was something so hot about the way Sandro seemed to command the world around him. When he pulled Kevin's buttocks apart and spat between them, Kevin whimpered, and all he could do was arch his back to show his readiness to accept all Sandro wanted to offer.
"That's it, sweetie, tell me what you want," Sandro rasped, rubbing his firm hands up and down Kevin’s back.
"I want Daddy's cock in me," Kevin answered right away and reached back to hold himself open and show Sandro his hole, ready to accept Daddy even without much lube. Kevin liked it a bit rough, and Daddy knew just how to give it to him.
Kevin gasped when Sandro laid on top of him and rubbed his cockhead against the entrance to his tight ass. "Daddy, I need it," he whimpered, but the last word turned into a desperate moan when Sandro drove his cock in deep.
"Like this, slutty boy? So tight for me. Love fucking your little hole and knowing it's all mine."
"Yes, Daddy, all yours, fuck me faster!"
Kevin pressed his face into the pillow, moaning when Sandro pushed in the final inches of that thick, throbbing meat and then slid his big hand to Kevin's slender neck in a gesture so possessive Kevin almost came on the spot from the explosive mixture of physical pleasure and submission.