Liam lay sprawled across the black silk sheets, chest heaving, body still trembling from the aftershocks of being fucked raw by the arrogant CEO. Cum leaked slowly from his stretched hole, mixing with the expensive oil that glistened on his skin. Every muscle ached in the most delicious, humiliating way. He’d come twice, screaming Nick’s name like a broken prayer, while insisting he was straight just hours earlier.The slap from the gallery felt like a lifetime ago. Now he was naked, marked with bites and bruises, in the bed of the man he’d publicly rejected.Nick loomed over him, still hard, his thick cock shiny with their combined fluids. The CEO’s dark eyes gleamed with insatiable hunger as he reached for a wooden box on the nightstand. Inside were Liam’s own art supplies, oils, paints, brushes, that Nick must have retrieved from the ruined sketchpad in the bathroom."You’re not done painting tonight, artist," Nick said, voice a low, velvet command. He straddled Liam’s thighs, pinn
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