His vulgar words and crude actions disgusted Ethan Caelan to the core. Unable to contain his fury, Ethan spat right into Valerius Evander's face. "Beast, get out!"
Ethan’s brazen act of defiance left Valerius stunned for a moment. The smile vanished from his face, and his eyes turned cold and vicious. No one had ever dared insult him so openly. The fury of an emperor burned within him.
He forcefully flipped Ethan onto his knees, wrenching his arms behind his back in a locked, humiliating posture. “Spread your legs, now!” Valerius commanded menacingly. “Tonight, I’m going to teach you how to submit.”
Gripping Ethan’s hips tightly, Valerius thrust into him with brutal force. His cock slid inside easily, the tightness forcing a growl of satisfaction from his lips as he watched Ethan's body surrender to him. The slickness of their previous encounter still coated Ethan’s insides, easing the way. He could feel the wet heat surrounding his cock as Ethan’s body involuntarily clenched around it.
Valerius sneered, running his hand over Ethan’s flat stomach. “You still carry my seed within you, yet you dare to reject me?”
Ethan could feel nothing but excruciating pain, a tearing agony that ripped through him. His teeth ground together, trying to endure the violation, but he couldn’t suppress the cries of pain that escaped his lips. “Stop! It hurts... please...”
The abuse had gone beyond what Ethan could endure. His body was already wrecked from last night when Valerius had filled him repeatedly, leaving his insides raw. Now, Valerius’s cock stretched him again, reopening old wounds and making him bleed. The tight ring of his entrance gripped Valerius’s cock as more slick fluids oozed from between them, the lewd sounds of their bodies meeting only adding to Ethan's torment.
Valerius smirked at the sight. “Your body craves me, doesn’t it, Ethan? You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Ethan shuddered in disgust at Valerius’s vulgar words. Through his dizziness, he managed to lift his tear-filled eyes toward him. “Valerius! Why... why are you doing this to me?”
Why? Because he had been obsessed with Ethan from the moment they first met. He had longed for him, dreamed of his body night after night, even while bedding his concubines, his mind had always returned to Ethan. The jealousy that consumed him when Ethan spent time with Cassian Lightwood, with Harrison Ryder how it ate at him when Ethan dared to visit brothels and even brought home a whore. He had finally claimed what he wanted this untouchable man who had haunted his desires.
But Ethan didn’t need to know all the reasons he forced himself upon him. Even Valerius felt ashamed of his weakness, needing to resort to such low tactics to possess Ethan. The proud emperor couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
“Because you’re a wanton, Ethan. Every man who looks at you desires you,” he spat coldly. “You were made to be a man’s plaything.”
“You... bastard!” Ethan choked out, fury and shame warring within him. He had always been respected, admired never had he been degraded like this. Now, he couldn’t find the words to fight back. All he could feel was the overwhelming humiliation, the desire to die rather than endure this any longer.
Valerius could see the defeat in Ethan’s eyes, his spirit shattered. The sight only fueled his desire to degrade him further. “You don’t need to be a royal scholar anymore. From now on, you’ll learn to serve me, day and night. I’ll send you back to Aria when I tire of you.”
Ethan couldn’t believe the vile words coming from the mouth of the emperor he once respected so deeply. Each word was a blade slicing through his pride, and he squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to listen to the filth any longer.
Valerius, watching Ethan’s broken expression, felt his possessiveness intensify. He wanted to utterly destroy this proud, noble man beneath him, to strip away every last shred of his dignity. He wanted Ethan to be his, completely and utterly.
He grabbed Ethan’s hips, lifting him up and slamming deeper into his body. Each thrust was rougher, faster than the last. His cock scraped violently against Ethan’s walls, making him tremble uncontrollably. The sensation of being inside Ethan’s tight, scorching heat pushed him to the brink of madness.
Ethan’s insides were already swollen and raw from the abuse, his entrance stretched wide as Valerius’s cock continued to pound into him. The wound from the previous night had barely begun to heal, but now it tore open again, blood mixing with the fluids pooling between them, staining the sheets.
Ethan was in so much pain, that he bit his lips until they bled. He had never felt so violated, so utterly worthless. Even he was disgusted by his own body, reduced to nothing more than a toy for Valerius’s savage lust.
But Valerius wasn’t finished. He kept thrusting harder, his hips driving relentlessly into Ethan, each stroke more brutal than the last. “Ah... fuck, I’m going to come... I’ll come deep inside you... Ethan...”
With one final, powerful thrust, he released, his hot cum shooting deep into Ethan’s body. His burning cock pulsed as he pulled out slightly before ramming back in again, making sure every drop was forced deep into Ethan’s gut. As he pulled out again, some of the cum dripped from Ethan’s hole, only to be pushed back in with another brutal thrust.
Valerius sighed in satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with dark possession as he slowly flipped Ethan onto his back, lifting his long legs over his shoulders, fully exposing him. “I want all of you,” he growled, pressing deeper. His cock pushed into Ethan again, and the pressure forced more of his cum back inside. The thick white liquid filled Ethan, mixing with the blood and the wet warmth of his inner walls.
Valerius could feel Ethan’s body tightening around his cock, Ethan's slick entrance gripping him as he pushed in again, his cum coating them both as he fucked him with merciless abandon. The sensation of Ethan’s body welcoming him back in only heightened his twisted pleasure.