CHAPTER 7

JAKE

Miles groaned deep, satisfied, and picked up his pace, the wet slap of skin filling the cramped closet. “That’s it. My boy. My tight little hole.”

I whimpered, body jerking, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

“You love when I fuck you raw, don’t you?” he whispered, thrusting hard. “Say it.”

“Miles, please,” I gasped.

“Say it, Jake.”

My throat tightened. “I—I love it,” I admitted, barely above a whisper.

He rewarded me with a brutal ...