A Pig for a Groom, A Cousin in Tears

Kai's POV

  The ballroom glittered like a golden trap. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, throwing warm light over hundreds of wealthy guests in expensive clothes. I moved through the crowd with my camera, dressed in my best black button up and skinny trousers. I was only here for the money, three thousand dollars for shooting this charity gala. Just enough to cover rent and keep me from living on instant noodles for another month.

  I never expected him.

  Aiden Kane stood on the stage like he owned the entire world. Thirty four, Tall, Broad-shouldered and radiating raw power in a perfectly tailored black suit. His deep, commanding voice filled the room as he spoke about the children’s hospital they were funding tonight. But the second his dark eyes found me in the crowd, everything else faded.

  Our gazes locked.

  My finger pressed the shutter automatically. He didn’t smile. His stare was predatory, slowly dragging down my body in a way that made heat rush straight to my stomach. I looked away fast, cheeks burning, and i tried to disappear behind a marble pillar.

  But It didn’t work.

  Ten minutes later, a large, powerful hand wrapped firmly around my wrist near the bar.

  “You’re done working tonight.”

  I looked up, into Aiden Kane’s face. Up close, he was overwhelming. At least 6’4”ft tall, with a broad chest and eyes so dark they looked black. His thumb stroked once over my racing pulse.

  “I… I still have two hours left on my contract,” I stammered, my heart pounding.

  Aiden’s lips curved. “I’ll pay you triple. You’re coming with me.”

  It wasn’t a request. It was a command.

  Fifteen minutes later, we were alone in the private elevator heading up to the penthouse. The moment the doors closed, he shoved me against the mirrored wall and kissed me like he wanted to devour me all at once. His tongue pushed into my mouth, demanding everything. I moaned helplessly, my hands fisting in his expensive jacket before my brain could catch up.

  What the hell am I doing? I thought frantically. I don’t even know this man.

  “Fuck, you taste sweet,” he growled against my lips. “Been hard since I saw you through that camera.”

  The elevator doors opened. Aiden didn’t waste a second. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, strong hands gripping my ass, and carried me straight into the luxurious penthouse. The door slammed shut behind us with a finality that sent a shiver down my spine.

  Clothes were torn off in a twinkle of an eye. My shirt hit the floor. His jacket and tie followed. When he yanked my pants and underwear down, he groaned deeply at the sight of my hard, leaking cock and smooth ass.

  “Pretty little thing,” he muttered, spinning me around and bending me over the back of the massive leather couch. Two thick fingers pushed between my cheeks without warning, pressing against my hole. “You ever been properly bred before?”

  I gasped softly and shook my head. The fingers pushed inside anyway, rough and impatient, stretching me open.

  “Good. Tonight you learn what it means to be owned.” Aiden said. 

  He didn’t give me time to breathe. I felt the scorching, thick head of his massive cock press against my entrance.

  “No condom,” he said, voice dark and final. “I’m fucking you raw.”

  “Wait.. ahh!” I cried. 

  The first brutal thrust forced the air out of my lungs. He was enormously thick, long, and completely merciless. He forced every inch inside me until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed tight against my ass.

  “Fuuuck,” Aiden groaned, one hand fisting my hair. “So goddamn tight. This hole was made for my cock.”

  He started fucking me hard and deep, punishing strokes that pushed the heavy couch forward. Every thrust drove into my prostate, sending sharp waves of pleasure through my body. The wet, filthy sound of skin smacking skin filled the entire penthouse.

  “Daddy...” The word slipped out before I could stop it.

  Aiden snarled and fucked me even harder. “Say it again.”

  “Daddy... please! fuck me harder!”

  He reached around and wrapped his big hand around my leaking cock, stroking me roughly in time with his thrusts.

  “You’re going to take every drop tonight, little boy. Gonna pump this tight hole so full of my cum you’ll be leaking for days.”

  I came first, screaming as my hole clenched violently around him. Aiden roared and buried himself deep, flooding my insides with thick, hot ropes of cum. There was so much, that it leaked out around his cock even while he was still inside me.

  But he wasn’t done yet. 

  He pulled out only long enough to flip me onto my back, hook my legs over his shoulders, and slam back inside. The new angle made my eyes roll back.

  “Look at me while I breed you,” he ordered.

  I stared up into his hungry eyes as he fucked me mercilessly. My mind was spinning with shame and overwhelming pleasure.

  This is insane. I met him barely an hour ago. Now he’s fucking me raw and I’m begging for it like a slut. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  “Such a pretty little breeding boy,” he growled. “This hole is going to learn to take everything I give it.”

  When I felt the thick base of his cock swelling, stretching me impossibly wider, I gasped.

  “Gonna knot you,” he snarled.

  The massive knot locked us together. Aiden roared as he came again, pumping even more cum deep inside me. I shook violently, coming dry from the overwhelming pressure against my prostate.

  We stayed tied together for long minutes. Aiden’s heavy body pinned me down while his hand stroked my hair almost gently. His knot kept pulsing, feeding me more of his load.

  “Mine,” he whispered before claiming my mouth in a deep, filthy kiss. “You’re not leaving this penthouse until I’ve completely ruined you for anyone else.”

  When the knot finally went down, he pulled out slowly. A thick gush of his cum poured out of my wrecked, puffy hole onto the couch. He scooped some up with two fingers and pushed it back inside me.

  “Every drop stays inside you tonight.”

  I could only moan weakly, body limp and trembling. My mind was filled with pleasure and a terrifying new hunger.

  Aiden lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me toward the master bedroom.

  “Good boy,” he murmured against my ear. “We’re just getting started. By morning, you’ll be addicted to Daddy’s cum.”

  The scariest part?

  I already was.