His Favorite Color is Blood - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker dark romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 8) by K.A. Merikan Read Free Book Online

still touching one of the stumps. He was sinking into liquid heat, and the
pressure around the base was just perfect. His senses were on high alert,
picking up each vibration sent by Grim shamelessly moaning into Misha’s cock.
He was so hot, even with his hair out of place and the flush on his face. It
was like being sucked off by a model who couldn’t get enough of Misha despite
him being so incomplete.
    A strange mixture of peaking
arousal and unbearable sadness pushed Misha into an orgasm that made him cry
out and grip onto Grim’s neck. It was nothing like jerking off on his own or
using a toy. The intensity made it hard for him to catch his breath, and for a
moment, when he closed his eyes, Misha truly was free.
    When he was slowly coming to his
senses, he could still feel Grim’s breath on his wet skin, the weight of his
nose and lips against the underside of his cock, and he looked down into those
darkened, lustful eyes.
    “You even taste great,” whispered
Grim, slowly climbing up Misha’s body to catch his mouth in a semen-flavored
kiss. The whole experience was so different from what other men wanted from him
in the past that Misha gave in without much thought, too tired out to even
consider fighting. As if the orgasm had sucked out all of his adrenaline, now
the exhaustion of this night came back with a vengeance.
    But Grim wasn’t done yet. He spat
into his hand and curled his fingers around that immense dick, which was so
dark and thick that it looked like it was about to burst. Grim pulled on
Misha’s lip with his teeth, furiously jerking off between them.
    Anger rose up in Misha’s throat
when his first reaction was feeling guilty over not reciprocating the blowjob.
Over not turning around and offering his ass with a smile. He would not feel guilty. He looked down, being the voyeur for once and enjoying the view of
that fist and cock in action, even if he was the masturbatory fodder.
    Grim’s other hand was still on
the stump, but it was so hot to watch him slowly lose control next to Misha
that he couldn’t even think about it anymore. Grim kissed him again, his
breathing ragged and hot, but only moment’s later, Misha felt liquid heat on
his bare skin. Grim groaned so deeply it sent a shiver down Misha’s spine as he
watched his new captor come.
    The thick cockhead, however
frightening before, was a thing of beauty now that it was dripping with cum.
But soon the orgasm was over, and the pretty picture was mangled in thoughts
filled with anxiety. How long could Misha provide orgasms until Grim got bored
with him? How long could he be Andrey, Grim’s porn wet dream? But most of all—did
he even want to? Wasn’t being out of the compound the chance for escape that
he’d been waiting for? No double doors, electronic codes, stairs, guards,
gates, and cameras. He could go to the police and ask them to contact the
Russian embassy. Tell them that he’d been kidnapped.
    No. That wouldn’t work. The
moment he’d end up in a file, Zero would send his men for him. He’d torture
Misha for weeks and put it all on the dark web so that anyone who would even
consider messing with him would think twice. What Misha needed to do was to find
a way to go off the grid, and Grim was the only thing in the way of Misha’s
freedom.
    Misha would take that chance no
matter how pretty Grim’s cock was or how good his mouth felt when he sucked
Misha off. At the end of the day, Grim was a murderer who didn’t think much of
stealing Misha away for himself and cared more for the life of cattle than
people.
    Misha would be no one’s exotic
toy ever again.

 
    Chapter 4 -Misha
     
    The sex left Misha utterly
confused. He couldn’t deny it’d been enjoyable. Grim was an amazing kisser, and
even as they lay side by side in the dark room, Misha could still feel the burn
of his captor’s lips and teeth on his skin. The blowjob had been out of this
world. It had actually gotten him off and hadn’t been just for the