Shadow (Ghost Born MC)

Chapter 15

15

Rurik

P rison …

I swiped my tongue over my front teeth as I regarded Malik. His eyes were shut again, but he was trembling just the slightest bit. I’d been burning with rage since the moment he blew up that SUV. Had barely been able to keep my mask—a mask Anatoly had made sure I perfected so I could blend into society despite my psychopathy—in place long enough to get him back to the hotel.

I’d seen that fight in him. Had seen that anger burning beneath his skin. Sure, he was mad at me. Oh, he was furious . But when we’d stepped into that elevator and he’d lost control, the root cause of his rage bubbled to the surface.

The moment I’d seen all that anxiousness bleed into his dark eyes, I knew I was fucking right last night.

Malik had undiagnosed acute anxiety. And that panic attack he’d just had only solidified that. His eyes had been wild with panic. His breaths had been coming too fast. The moment I’d snapped that belt tight around his wrists, his control had snapped . His mind had fractured.

In the face of my unhinged mind, he’d submitted . Fucking beautifully , at that.

But his safeword wasn’t lost on me. His voice might’ve trembled when he said that single word—prison—but I knew exactly why he’d chosen that word. It was his last-ditch effort to taunt me.

Prison—where he thought I’d trapped him under my thumb.

Prison—where I’d made him mine .

Prison—a metaphorical place he felt trapped in now.

Prison—that metaphorical place where I’d watch him fucking rise from the shackles of his mind.

With my eyes locked on his, I grabbed the bottle of lube I’d set on the end of the bed before I’d restrained Malik and clicked the lid open. Malik flinched, but he didn’t open his eyes. Like he thought if he couldn’t see me moving, couldn’t see what I was doing, he could pretend that this wasn’t happening.

I smirked. I’d let him pretend for a little while longer. But he’d realize soon enough pretending wasn’t happening while he was beneath me. While my cock was splitting him open and breeding him. While I was fucking owning him.

After slicking my cock up, I tossed the lube aside and moved onto the bed, not bothering to remove my pants. When my slacks brushed his legs, Malik tensed, his brows pinching as he squeezed his eyes shut tighter. A shudder rolled through his big frame, and I grinned.

He was naked, restrained, and at my fucking mercy, whereas I hadn’t even bothered to remove my fucking pants. I knew it had to be bothering him, and I fucking relished in it. It was demoralizing, and he hated it.

I nudged his thighs apart just enough to fit myself between them, and then, I gripped his ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal his pretty, puckered hole. It fluttered as he clenched. I made a tsking sound.

“If you fight me on this, it’ll just hurt,” I warned him.

“Fuck… you,” he growled.

My grin was fucking feral. “Oh, I am, baby,” I promised. Then, I spit on his hole, watching my saliva trail down from his puckered hole to drip onto his balls. A low whimper crawled past his throat before he could stop it, and precum dripped from my tip.

By the time I was done with him, he’d be nothing more than a fucked-out mess.

My fucked-out mess.

Leaning over him, I kept his ass spread apart and pressed the blunt head of my cock to his hole. He choked on a breath as I pushed inside, forcing him open for me. Every muscle in his body locked tight, and he tried pushing up on his knees. But he immediately halted, a pained cry escaping his mouth when that only pushed his ass further onto my dick.

“ Easy , baby,” I growled, leaning over him. I pressed my lips to his shoulder. “ Easy . Let me in, Malik. Just breathe and let me in. Your body is made for me. It knows what to do.”

“Prep?” he croaked, shaking wildly beneath me. His hands curled and uncurled against my abs, his breaths shuddering from his lungs.

“No,” I growled into his skin. “I want it to fucking hurt, Malik. And trust me, you want it to hurt, too. You’ll thank me after this. You’re not the kind of man who wants prep and attentiveness—not when you’re feeling like this.”

His lips trembled, and fuck, it just about wrecked me. But I couldn’t be soft with him—not yet. He needed this, even if he didn’t realize it yet. He needed me to be brutal with him. To hurt him. Only then would he allow me to actually take care of him. Only then would he rip down that last barrier between us and fucking trust me.

Malik needed to see me at my worst, to see me still caring for him while hurting him, to let down his guard. He didn’t trust kindness. Only like this would he submit to me.

“Rurik…” My name was shaky on his lips. I didn’t know what he was asking for. Maybe he was pleading for something. I ignored him all the same.

I eased out, then pushed back inside him, going a little deeper this time. His mouth opened on a silent cry, his eyes pinching shut. But his body was opening up for me so well. Like it knew who I was. Like it knew who fucking owned it.

“God, you’re so fucking tight ,” I snarled, easing out and pushing back in again. His hands curled into fists, and I watched as a tear ran down his cheek. Growling low in my throat, I leaned over him and licked the tear up. On the next stroke in, I moaned, finally bottoming out, my balls flush with his ass. “ Fuuuck , baby,” I rasped, moving my hands to brace myself over him. “You take me so fucking well .”

With my arms braced on either side of him, I eased out and then thrust in hard. A choked, desperate sound fell from his throat, and his eyes snapped open. I laughed softly, then truly began to fuck him. The headboard smacked against the wall every time I drove into his hot, tight hole. Words weren’t needed. I was lost to the sensation of finally being inside of him. Lost in how fucking good he felt wrapped around me.

And I was drowning in every desperate, pathetic moan, whimper, and sob that fell from Malik’s lips. His trembling hadn’t ceased, but he was eagerly lifting his hips now, making me go deeper inside of him. God, he wanted this as badly as I fucking did, and he’d been denying me for so fucking long . Denying both of us.

Turned out, he just needed me to take control of him. And now, I would. For the rest of our lives, I’d call the shots. And he’d follow without complaint because it would keep his pesky little brain quiet .

“This all you needed, baby?” I panted into the back of his neck, sweat running down my temple. Christ, he was so tight . So perfect for me. “You just needed me to pin you to the bed, restrain you, and treat you as my fucking cum dumpster all while you laid here like my pretty little pillow princess?”

He whined, his breaths coming faster. But it wasn’t from panic this time.

No…

His hole was fluttering around me, a clear sign he was about to fall the fuck apart for me. And I was goddamn ready for it.

“That’s all it was, huh?” I asked, a husky laugh spilling past my lips. He whimpered. “You can be my pillow princess anytime you want, Shadow. Just lay here and be the hole I use and fill. The hole I fucking breed .”

That was all it took. He cried out, snot and drool running down his face. Tears poured from his eyes as he came all over the bed, his ass milking my cock with desperation. With a growl, I pumped my hips into him harder and faster until finally—fucking finally —I came, too, bathing his insides with my cum. My teeth sank into the back of his neck, and white noise filled my ears as Malik milked every drop of cum from my balls.