Chapter 9

But Riley’s words rose above the gasps, grunts, thumps, and slaps, ringing through the air like a church bell on Sunday morning. So accusatory and bitterly triumphant, as though he set out to prove a point, and now there was nothing else to be said about it. So certain it meant everything…it means nothing.

But it did mean everything. That’s why he lifted his hips and rocked back and tensed around the hard rod buried in his ass. It was the crashing of two worlds, the meeting and destruction of two souls, and they’d never be able to pick up the pieces again. Riley put his hands over Steel’s shoulders, using his new hold to drive him back onto his prick. The wooden frame shuddered and creaked beneath them, but Riley ignored the danger, turning his entire body, every muscle and breath, into a weapon. Defeating him in ways no gun or knife ever could.