Come for me

Consciousness returned to Jay in a nauseating wave, a thick syrup of confusion and drug-induced haze. The world swam into focus—an ornate, gilded ceiling he didn’t recognize, the chilling slide of black silk beneath his bare skin. This wasn't his room. This was a cage of opulence.

Before he could even process his surroundings, a sharp, foreign pressure deep inside him made his entire body seize. His eyes flew wide open, a choked gasp catching in his throat.

Rafe was above him, a dark silhouette against the dim, ambient light of the suite. He was a statue of coiled power, his own body positioned between Jay's forcibly spread legs. Jay could feel the hard, insistent length of him pressing against, and then brutally into, his most vulnerable, unprepared entrance.

"Wait—" Jay gasped, his voice raw and hoarse with disuse and panic. He scrambled back against the headboard, his hands flying up to press against Rafe's solid, unyielding chest. It was like pushing against a marble wall. "What the hell are you doing?! Get off me!"

Rafe’s only response was a low, dark chuckle. He didn't stop. With a single, powerful, merciless thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside Jay.

A sharp, tearing cry was ripped from Jay’s throat—a raw sound of pure shock, violation, and searing, white-hot pain. "Ah! God—!"

Rafe looked down at him, his expression a mask of cold, detached amusement. "Don't you like it?" he murmured, his voice a low, predatory rumble that vibrated through Jay's very bones. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To get close to me?"

"You're insane! I said stop!" Jay pleaded, his mind reeling, his professional composure shattered into a thousand pieces. He could feel every inch of the invasion, a burning, stretching agony that was terrifyingly intimate. But as Rafe began to move, establishing a slow, deliberate, and devastating rhythm, the initial sharp pain began to morph into something else—a treacherous, unwelcome spark of pleasure that coiled hot and shameful low in his belly. A broken, shuddering moan escaped his lips before he could choke it back.

What the hell is wrong with me? This is violation. This is torture… so why does my body feel like it's… awakening?

"See?" Rafe breathed, leaning down closer, the heat of his chest searing Jay's skin. His lips brushed the shell of Jay's ear as he drove in again, deeper. "Your body is far more honest than your mouth. You do like it."

To Jay's utter horror, he felt his own body beginning to respond, his nerves lighting up with a pleasure that felt like a betrayal. "N-No…" he whimpered, the protest sounding weak even to his own ears.

Rafe hooked one of Jay's legs over his shoulder, bending him almost in half, and changed the angle. The next thrust hit a spot deep inside him that made stars explode behind his eyelids. Jay's head fell back against the pillows, a strangled, high-pitched gasp tearing from his throat. His tear-blurred eyes drifted down between their bodies, and the sight—the shocking, visceral reality of Rafe's size moving in and out of him—sent a fresh jolt of hysterical panic through his system.

How… how is that even fitting inside me? This can't be real. This is a nightmare.

Fueled by a final, desperate surge of adrenaline and fury, Jay's free fist shot out, connecting with Rafe's jaw with a solid, satisfying crack. "What the hell! I said stop this, you bastard!" he snarled, putting all his strength behind it.

Rafe merely froze for a second, then slowly turned his head back, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. He didn't look angry. He looked… intrigued. A dark, chilling smile played on his lips. "A fighter. Good."

In one fluid, terrifyingly strong motion, he caught both of Jay's wrists in one hand, pinning them above his head on the silk sheets. The new position made Jay feel utterly exposed, helpless, and completely at his mercy.

"Your protests are meaningless now, little spy," Rafe said, his voice dropping to a deadly, possessive whisper. "You came into my world. You are mine to break."

And with that, he began to move again, this time with a brutal, punishing, and relentless pace that stole the air from Jay's lungs and any coherent thought from his mind. The bed rocked with the force of it, the headboard hitting the wall with a steady, rhythmic thud.

Jay was utterly lost. The world narrowed to the sensation of being utterly filled and claimed, to the friction that was now a blinding, devastating mix of searing pain and overwhelming, sinful pleasure. Tears of shame and helpless rage streamed down his temples, soaking into his hair, even as his back arched off the bed and moans he didn't recognize as his own poured from his lips—pleas and curses mingling into one incoherent sound.

"Ah… ah…" he heard himself sob, his body no longer his own to command.

Rafe watched him unravel, his own breathing growing ragged, his cold composure finally fracturing. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Jay's ear as he drove into him with final, deep, claiming thrusts.

"I'm—I'm going to—" Jay choked out, his body tightening like a coiled spring, teetering on the very edge of a precipice he never wanted to fall from.

"Come for me," Rafe growled, his voice guttural, an order that brooked no disobedience. "Now."

The climax crashed over them simultaneously. Jay's world shattered into a million points of blinding, white-hot light as he cried out, his body convulsing violently under Rafe's. He felt the hot, pulsing release deep inside him, the final, wet, claiming act of his violation, and it triggered his own devastating orgasm, wracking him with waves of unbearable pleasure that felt like the end of everything he was.

As the waves receded, a deep, heavy, chemical dizziness pulled him under. His eyes, heavy with tears and exhaustion, fluttered closed, consciousness slipping away once more.

Before he fully succumbed to the darkness, he felt Rafe shift above him. Warm, surprisingly soft lips pressed against the sensitive, sweat-slicked skin of his mating gland, just below his ear. It wasn't a kiss of affection, but a predator marking its prey. A brand.

"Mine," Rafe whispered, the single word a vow and a sentence, sinking into the quiet, dark room.

And then, there was only nothing.