Liam’s body was a battlefield of pleasure and exhaustion, painted in dried streaks of color, sweat, and the sticky evidence of their depravity. He lay tangled in Nick’s arms, the CEO’s chest rising and falling heavily against his back. Cum still leaked from his thoroughly fucked hole, and the taste of Nick’s release lingered thick on his tongue from the brutal sixty-nine. His throat ached. His ass burned. Every inch of him felt claimed, ruined, and yet… impossibly alive.

He should have wanted to run. Instead, he pressed closer, seeking the heat of the man who had shattered every illusion he’d ever held about himself.

Nick’s hand slid possessively down...