Sebastian's POV

The slave boy was already bent over the edge of my bed when I slammed the door shut behind me, his smooth, pale ass up and waiting exactly like I'd ordered the guards to leave him. Naked, oiled, legs spread wide. 

His face pressed into the silk sheets, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress like he knew better than to move without permission. 

He was young, barely twenty, lithe and tight-bodied, with that smooth, hairless hole already glistening from the oil I'd had rubbed into him earlier. Perfect for what I needed right now. A tight, warm fuck to work out the rage boiling in my...