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BONUS SCENE: THE VILLA

The silence of the villa was absolute.

It was a sleek, architectural marvel of glass and concrete perched on the edge of a cliff in the Pacific Northwest, miles from the nearest neighbor and surrounded by dense pine forest. It cost a small fortune to rent for the week, and it offered two specific amenities that Grant Morrison had insisted on: total privacy and military-grade soundproofing.

Grant was currently making use of the “relaxation” part of the vacation. He sat on the sprawling leather sectional, a book in one hand, his legs stretched out, looking infuriatingly peaceful.

Caleb, on the other hand, was vibrating out of his skin.

“I’m bored,” Caleb announced, draping himself dramatically over the back of the sofa.

Grant turned a page. “Read a book.”

“Boring.”

“Go for a swim.”

“Water’s cold.”

“Use the hot tub.”

“Too hot.”

Grant finally looked up, marking his page with a finger. His eyes were dark, amused, and patient. “You’ve been complaining for twenty minutes. Is there a point to this performance, or do you just like the sound of your own voice?”

Caleb grinned, sharp and mischievous. He hopped over the back of the couch, landing lightly on the cushions next to Grant. He wore nothing but a pair of tiny silk shorts and the leather collar Grant had given him three months ago.

The silver ring at the throat glinted in the afternoon light. C.H. + G.M.

“Maybe I do like the sound of my own voice,” Caleb teased, crawling across the cushions until he was straddling Grant’s lap. He settled his weight, wiggling intentionally against Grant’s groin. “The question is… do you?”

Grant’s hand came up to rest heavily on Caleb’s hip, holding him still. “You’re looking for trouble.”

“I’m looking for entertainment,” Caleb corrected. He reached out, snatching the book from Grant’s hand and tossing it onto the coffee table with a thud. “And watching you read about the decline of western civilization or whatever isn’t doing it for me.”

“Caleb.” The warning in Grant’s voice was a low rumble that vibrated straight through Caleb’s chest.

“Grant,” Caleb mimicked, leaning in close. “You promised me a vacation. You said we’d relax. But you also said…” He trailed a finger down the center of Grant’s chest, over the black t-shirt that fit him like a second skin. “…that you wanted to test out the acoustics.”

Grant’s jaw tightened. The patience in his eyes evaporated, replaced by the predator Caleb loved so much.

“Is that what you want?” Grant asked softly. “You want to test the acoustics?”

“I bet the neighbors can’t hear me,” Caleb whispered, brushing his lips against Grant’s ear. “I bet I could scream my head off, and no one would come to save me.”

Grant moved so fast Caleb gasped.

One moment Caleb was teasing; the next, he was flipped onto his back on the leather cushions, Grant looming over him like a storm cloud. Grant’s hands pinned Caleb’s wrists above his head, holding them easily with one hand.

“Careful, PixelPrince,” Grant growled. “You might get exactly what you’re asking for.”

Caleb’s heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. This was the precipice. The moment of surrender. “Do it. Make me scream.”

Grant didn’t need to be told twice.

He released Caleb’s wrists only to grab the front of Caleb’s silk shorts. One sharp yank, and the fabric tore.

“Grant!” Caleb yelped, though he was grinning. “Those were new!”

“Now they’re trash.” Grant tossed the ruined fabric aside. He settled between Caleb’s spread legs, fully clothed, heavy and imposing.

But he didn’t touch Caleb. Not yet.

Instead, Grant reached for the collar. He hooked one finger through the silver ring at the front and twisted, cutting off Caleb’s air just enough to make him gasp.

“You think because we’re on vacation, the rules don’t apply?” Grant murmured, leaning down until their noses brushed.

“Maybe,” Caleb breathed, eyes fluttering shut.

“Wrong.” Grant tugged the ring, pulling Caleb’s upper body off the couch to meet him. “The rules are the only thing keeping you safe from me right now.”

“I don’t want to be safe.”

“Good.”

Grant kissed him—hard, possessive, filthy. It wasn’t a kiss of affection; it was a claiming. Grant’s tongue swept into Caleb’s mouth, demanding everything, taking everything.

Caleb moaned, his hips bucking instinctively, seeking friction.

Grant pulled back, his finger still hooked in the collar, keeping Caleb close. “Ah. Did I say you could move?”

“No, sir,” Caleb panted, his body trembling with the effort to stay still.

“Then be still.” Grant ran his free hand down Caleb’s chest, tracing the line of his ribs, the flat plane of his stomach. “You wanted to know if the neighbors could hear you?”

Grant’s hand moved lower, bypassing Caleb’s aching hardness to press a thumb relentlessly against his entrance.

Caleb whined, high and needy. “Grant, please—”

“Use your words,” Grant commanded. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me,” Caleb begged. “I want you to ruin me.”

“Ruin you?” Grant chuckled darkly. He moved his hand, prepping Caleb with slick, efficient strokes that had Caleb arching his back, his toes curling into the leather. “I’m going to put you back together. But first… yeah. First, I’m going to take you apart.”

Grant didn’t bother undressing fully. He just shoved his pants down, freeing himself—thick and heavy and already leaking pre-come.

He didn’t warn Caleb. He didn’t ask if he was ready. He knew.

Grant lined up and thrust home in one powerful, devastating motion.

Caleb screamed.

It was a sound torn from the bottom of his lungs, echoing off the high ceilings, filling the silence of the villa. It was shock and pleasure and overwhelming fullness all at once.

“That’s it,” Grant growled against his neck, setting a punishing pace immediately. “Loud. Be loud for me. No one can hear you but me.”

“Grant—Grant—oh my God—” Caleb’s nails dug into Grant’s shoulders. He felt pinned, possessed, completely at the mercy of the man above him.

Every thrust hit that perfect, sweet spot deep inside, wringing cry after cry from Caleb’s throat.

Grant controlled him completely using the collar. He used the ring to pull Caleb up for kisses, to hold him down against the cushions, to steer his head to the side so he could bite the sensitive cord of Caleb’s neck.

“Mine,” Grant grunted, driving deep. “Who owns you?”

“You do!” Caleb sobbed, his vision blurring. “You do, Grant, please—”

“Who are you being loud for?”

“For you! Only for you!”

Grant’s control snapped. He let go of the collar to grip Caleb’s hips, his fingers bruising the skin as he drove into him with animalistic force.

Caleb was unraveling. The world narrowed down to the friction, the heat, the sound of Grant’s harsh breathing and his own shameless moans.

“I’m close,” Caleb gasped. “Sir, please, I’m close—”

“Come then,” Grant ordered. “Show me.”

Caleb shattered. He came hard, shouting Grant’s name, his body convulsing around Grant’s cock.

The sensation pushed Grant over the edge. He groaned, burying his face in the crook of Caleb’s neck, and spent himself with three final, deep thrusts that seemed to touch Caleb’s soul.

Silence returned to the villa.

But it wasn’t the heavy, boring silence from before. It was the warm, sated silence of aftermath.

Caleb lay boneless on the couch, his chest heaving, sweat cooling on his skin. Grant was heavy on top of him, but he didn’t move to get up. He just pressed a kiss to the pulse point under Caleb’s jaw.

“Loud,” Grant murmured approvingly.

Caleb let out a breathy laugh, reaching up to thread his fingers through Grant’s hair. “You did dare me.”

“I did.” Grant lifted his head, his gray eyes warm now, the predator receding to reveal the protector underneath. He ran a thumb over the silver ring of the collar. “You okay?”

“Perfect,” Caleb whispered. “Never better.”

Grant smiled, leaning down to kiss him soft and sweet. “Good. Because we have the villa for six more days.”

Caleb’s eyes widened. “Six more days of this?”

Grant stood up, pulling Caleb with him and scooping him effortlessly into his arms to carry him toward the bedroom.

“Better rest up, PixelPrince,” Grant said. “I’m just getting started.”

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