All Chapters of Bound By His Rules {M×M}: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SANCHEZ’s POVThen, the tearing sound of my boxers rented the night air. The cool gentle breeze brushed against my ass before the gravedigger’s palm hit it hard. I winced, my eyes greasy with tears. “You like that?” He asked, wriggling further between my legs. He pushed me forward and my legs shook. I fell forward onto the grave, almost hitting my face directly. He slid away from underneath me completely. He knelt behind me. His hands grabbed my ass. And before I knew it, he spread it wide open, exposing it to the damn night air. One of his fingers grazed my hole. I winced. “P-please…”His finger grazed it again. “Nngh…” I whimpered, shooting my ass up. My body couldn’t take it anymore. My fingers dived below, in between my legs. But just as it touched the tip of my cock, he slapped it away harshly. Harshly, I say. “P-please.” I begged, my ass still in the air. “I’ve been hearing you beg.” His sexy voice played into my brain. “What exactly are you begging for?” “A-anything.”

SANCHEZ’s POV My mouth fell open as my wail filled the air. He took the fucking opportunity to push his goddamn cock into my mouth. First, the smell blocked my nostrils, preventing me from breathing. Secondly, his hands grabbed my head in place. He straightened his back and tilted his waist as more of his cock entered my mouth. Till it was halfway in. The back of my throat burned.“You won’t still suck it?” He asked, his tone cold. I didn’t reply. “I don’t need your response. You may not want my smelling cock but your greedy body wants it.” Before I comprehended what he said, he flipped us over. I was now below him while he was on top. “Now, never disobey me.” My eyes widened. He pushed the full length of his cock in, sealing my breathing away. “Now, you’ll only breathe when I thrust into this filthy mouth of yours, slut.” My hands grabbed his ass in an attempt to stop him but it was too late. His hips moved, sending his cock in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my thro

SANCHEZ’s POV A strangled moan escaped my lips. “Found it. Hahahah.” That was evil. Tears clogged my eyes as I moaned. A devilish smirk played on his lips as he used his other hand to grip my waist, putting me in place. He continued his thrust deeper into me and I shook as pleasure skyrocketed through me like a plane’s engine. “P-please…” I begged, my hands holding his face tightly. “Please what?” He asked, grinning. “Fuck me. Do-Don’t stop.” I begged, closing my eyes as waves of pleasure hit me. “Do you want to cum on your father’s grave?” He asked another question. “YES!!!” I screamed. Wait— My father’s grave? “You’re already fucking on his grave. Just bless him with your cum as farewell.” He said. “Cum now!” I felt my orgasm start to build. “It’s— coming.” “I’m also about to cum. And cum before me. I have a surprise for you.” He said. Surprise? How nice! I looked down between us. My cock was twitching so hard, pulsing like it would get

RISHABH’s POV I took another sip from my glass, enjoying the bittersweet taste of wine in my mouth. Being a lover of art, I filled my private villa with portraits and frames of different sizes. Some were collections while others were stand-alones. And while walking around the gray-designed walls that had my favorite Indian fragrance in the air, I couldn't help but notice a manly figure. Three days, he had said. I didn’t think Maxwell Lane would actually agree. Yet here he was, in my villa in San Francisco, dragging his luggage across my floor. But judging from how uneasy he was looking, one would think I forced him down here. I took a seat on my leather couch, keeping my eyes fixed on the man flexing his muscles as he dragged his luggage across the room. Part of me wants to break him. The other part wants to see if the press’s golden boy was as unshakable in private as he was in the office. Maxwell's light brown hair fell over his face and it looked too rough for me to find

RISHABH’s POV “Four,” I grunted, pushing my weight against the tiled floor by the pool. Early morning exercises were my favorite way to start my day. “Five,” I did another push up, turning my head to the side and that's when I spotted him. The annoyance that I thought had disappeared found its way to my body, making me do faster push ups. Maxwell's words pissed me off so bad that all I wanted to do was call it quits with him, but somehow I couldn't. He had no right to talk to me in that manner, especially not when he was the one checking me out. And every time I recalled the back and forth, the annoyance got further intertwined with a knotty feeling inside of me—one that I would name irritation. I did another push up before rising to my feet and Maxwell's eyes were still lingering from behind the glass walls. His eyes stayed fixed on my every move, while