IAN
I tossed and turned in my cramped bed, covering my ears with my flimsy pillow to try and block out Miles's obnoxious snoring. It didn't muffle the sound at all and I considered using it to suffocate him instead but decided against it. Maybe Draven's aggressive tendencies were rubbing off on me a little bit despite the distance between us.

"Miles!" I hissed, smacking him with the pillow. He didn't even flinch. At this point, I'd happily switch rooms to be back with Draven again and that said a lot.

I hadn't initiated any contact and neither did he. It was disappointing at first because I was hoping he'd make some kind of attempt to talk to me but he didn't. He still avoided me when he could and when he was around he would just glare in my direction the entire time. I still didn't get him at all. Not a single bit.

I fell back on the bed again and sighed, forcing myself to get some sleep. I was halfway to dreamland when I began to feel uncomfortable and it was more than just the mattress I was laying on. I slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and shrieking when Draven was standing at the foot of my bed.

The room was incredibly dark so all I could see was a silhouette of his intimidating stature. I clutched my chest and tried to calm my racing heart.

Is this it? Is he going to kill me?

"Ian," Draven's voice was deep and husky. The sound sent a shiver down my spine.

"Draven?" I croaked, crossing my arms over my middle like some kind of barrier that wouldn't do shit if he decided to murder me. If he wanted me dead then it'd be over before I could even blink.

He did that thing again. That thing where he stares at me until I'm squirming under his intense gaze and struggling to find something to say. But not this time. This time I stared right back defiantly.

Then he smiled.

All of the tension and fear in my body dissipated as he finally had a genuine, real smile across his perfect features. It had blood pumping vigorously throughout my body and he succeeded in leaving me breathless again. I couldn't find it in myself to be upset. Not when he was looking at me like that.

"Ian," he repeated, voice coming out much softer this time.

My eyes dilated when he slowly crept onto the bed, not stopping until his face was directly in front of mine with the bottom of his hips in between my legs since he was so tall. His forearms rested on each side of my face again, just like they were the day of his fight with Xavier. The reminder made me frown and remember that I was supposed to be mad at him.

But fuck was it hard to be angry with his perfect teeth on display and dark hair dipping into his dark eyes as he rested above me, lips achingly close to mine.

"Draven..." it was my turn to mimick his name as if neither of us knew any other words at all. That was all I could think when he rested his forehead against mine, eyes squeezed shut.

My arms curled around his neck without thinking about it, pulling him closer to me. He inhaled when I brought his face adjacent to my own. I glanced down at his lips as he licked them and I was already hard before he closed the gap between us.

Draven.

Everything I'd been craving since our last kiss from an entire month ago was finally soothed as he groaned into my mouth when I bucked my hips up, grinding against him. His soft lips merged with mine and it felt so good I could've cried. My tongue melted against his and I swear I saw stars.

"Mmph," I moaned when he licked a stripe under my jawline, sucking a hickey behind my ear. He didn't stop until I was covered in them.

He wanted everyone to know who he belonged to. Claiming me like a predator to its prey. I knew I'd regret it later because Xavier would be upset but I couldn't stop when his body felt so damn good against mine.

Draven's big, warm hand snuck down to cup my erection that was already leaking in need of his soothing touch. I was only wearing my boxers and he used the opportunity to slip his hand inside instead. He squeezed the base of my cock and a whine echoed up my throat in want.

I desperately pulled his shirt off, getting impossibly harder at the sight of his taut abs and muscular arms. My mouth watered when he yanked my underwear off completely and tore my shirt in half. Literally.

My legs tried to wrap around the bottom of his back to apply more pressure but he bit down on my lip harshly with a growl, "you'll take what I fucking give you, slut."

A high pitched moan left my mouth at his words that turned me on more than it should've. I was being loud but neither of us cared. Not when his hands were gripping me like that while his cock rubbed against the inside of my thigh, whispering naughty words into my ear. The apocalypse could've begun and I'd have no idea.

I forced myself to keep my hips still as he slowly stroked me up and down, using my precum to slide smoothly. Another whimper was bubbling in my throat. I needed more, for him to go faster, but he loved teasing me.

"Does my baby boy like when Daddy touches your little cock like that, hmm?" he hummed, nipping my earlobe and I almost came just from his dirty words.

I nodded desperately and buried my face into his neck, "y-yes," hot tears streamed down my face. "Please, please Draven, f-faster, it hurts."

His thumb rolled over my tip and slowed even more, "it's Daddy to you."

I sobbed against him as his thumb relentlessly circled around my sensitive tip without any other form of relief. His legs forced my own to stay open and down so all I could do was wither helplessly against my Daddy.

"Please, Daddy," I gave in, ignoring the embarrassment that was staining my already flushed cheeks.

His hand trailed down to squeeze my balls as I continued to weep against him. "You look so pretty when you cry, baby," he husked and my only response was to cry even harder. "I'll be nice today, but soon I'll have you spread over my lap and play with your pretty little body until you're screaming, begging for me to let you come."

I was already seconds away from doing exactly that. If this was him being nice then I was terrified to find out what the alternate was.

Draven's hand finally began to pull at my erection at a much faster pace and it was pure euphoria. A tiny moan escaped my lips and traveled directly into his ear. He grunted at the sound and sped up even faster. "Look at my needy, good little boy," he cooed. "Laying out all pink and pretty for me, aren't you?"

I sobbed, withering as I tried to chase after his touch but I couldn't move a damn inch. The pit of my stomach was burning with desire and my legs were trembling underneath Draven. Fuck, I was so close.

But his evil hand slowed down again and I almost screamed in frustration, "does my baby want to cum?" I cried out, nails digging into his skin, and vigorously shook my head yes. "Mm, I don't know."

I would've strangled him if I could.

He sped up again, much faster than before and I quivered under his firm grasp, "fuck, nghh!" I bawled, "please, Please, p-please, I need- n-need-"

"Daddy didn't give you permission." His strokes increased rapidly as I struggled to breathe, "only good boys get to come. Are you going to be a good boy for me, Ian?"

I came all over his hand with a shriek, waterfalls practically rushing down my face as I couldn't stop the tears from shedding. He kept going until I stopped squirming and moaning under him.

He trapped me in an entrancing kiss but I couldn't keep up with him, continuing to just take whatever he gave me. He kissed my lips, forehead, cheeks, nose, and my heart swelled.

He nipped at my ear again. "Bad boy," he growled and my eyes widened in fear.

His hand sped up! Why would he do that if I wasn't supposed to cum?

He squeezed my quivering, oversensitive cock that wasn't prepared for a second orgasm just yet. My eyes scrunched in pain when his hand worked wonders again me again, "n-no m-more." I convulsed under him when he held me in one hand, his palm roughly rubbing against my tip as I thrashed under him.

Fuck.

"Mm, do you really want Daddy to stop?" he teased as my erection started to prod against him again.

When did I become this slutty?

I bit my lip and wept. He was right. I wanted him to keep going, but it hurt so badly— in all the right ways.

"D-don't," my voice cracked, "d-don't s-stop."

Of course the evil fucker stopped.

"I thought I told you that you would take what Daddy gives you." He squeezed my balls so tightly I thought I got lightheaded, but it only deepened my need for him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"I'm sorry!" I squeaked, thrashing around shamelessly as he grinned.

But it wasn't the grin that made my heart stop this time. No, now it was a wicked, predatory smirk that made my dick throb instead.

He licked a stripe up the middle of my chest and stopped to suck each of my nipples into his mouth, biting and scraping his teeth against the skin. I couldn't help when my hips twisted beneath him and I was terrified when he pulled away with a displeased look on his face.

"You're just begging for punishment, slut." He lightly, at least lightly for him, slapped my erection that wouldn't stop pulsing with need. I screamed and felt faint as he used a hand to choke me and the other to stroke me at a torturous pace.

"Such a noisy little baby," he tutted, squeezing my throat but giving me enough room to breathe. My twitching cock bobbed up in the air, pink and needy.

He chuckled darkly, "looks like somebody's enjoying the pain." I whined but couldn't speak. "My pretty, needy baby boy wants Daddy to make him come again. Such a fucking slut."

I didn't know whether I wanted to have another orgasm or not. Both options sounded incredibly painful but Draven made the decision for me. He kept his hand on my neck to choke me, leaning down to lick the tip of my cock. I liked his choice better.

I screamed the loudest I had all night as his tongue lapped at me while his rough hands forced me down, leaving me a shuddering mess. I came, not coherent enough to even ask for permission and too worn out to do anything but collapse and sleep for eternity.

He swallowed my cum, moving up to cradle me in his arms. "Consider it a blessing that I'm letting you off with only two rounds." He kissed the spot right under my ear, "you won't be so fortunate next time."

Next time.

I was too exhausted to take in his filthy words that would've had me twitching in need again if I comprehended them. I just pulled him against me and curled into his warm embrace, passing out instantly.