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contort in rage. Suddenly, his shirt was torn apart down the front, followed hastily by his pants, until his pale skin was unveiled to soak up the soft beams of moonlight shining through the slats of the rafters above them.
    The man swept his hands almost reverently over Kaden’s exposed skin, searching for signs of further abuse. The only thing that kept Kaden from fighting back was the constant skin-to-skin contact and the emotions still pouring into him, letting him know that the larger man’s anger was not for him.
    “Mine!”
    Kaden felt a ripple of electricity spear through his body at the depth of emotion in that one word. His paralysing fear turned to jittery anticipation as the massive form of the man who had walked away from him loomed over his now-naked body.
    He tried to remember all of the reasons why he despised Michael. The hatred he’d nursed for him over time had been a means to help him cope with all of the pain and degradation he had been forced to withstand. But his mind wouldn’t cooperate.
    All he could recall was the shameful secret he’d never been able to admit to anyone. Not even to himself in the light of day.
    He wanted this. Had been privately harbouring the hope that one day, this powerful stranger would come to rescue him, claim him. But it was too late now. He’d been forced to fight for his survival alone, and he’d been okay with that.
    So why was his heart hammering in his chest and his body humming with exhilaration?
    The feel of the man’s hands upon his body were like trails of fire seeping just beneath his skin and burning him from the inside out. When Michael leant down and pressed his full lips to Kaden’s , he moaned into his mouth. To Kaden’s utter mortification, his body began writhing in complete abandon against the mass of muscle and flesh above him.
    His conflicting emotions were almost overpowered by the stranger’s more intense feelings of need and lust. He was belatedly surprised that they didn’t cause him the sensations of pain or nausea he’d grown accustomed to when someone projected their emotions of desire and hunger into him through touch.
    Kaden was shocked by the intense feeling of Michael’s cock rubbing forcefully against his own. He gasped and arched his back, grinding into him with such passion that he thought he would burst at any second.
    Shaking his head, he tore his lips away, gasping for air. Kaden tried in vain to remember why getting himself involved in any way with this man was anathema, but for the life of him, he couldn’t get his brain to function properly. Strong hands were everywhere, grasping and pinching and massaging until he felt that he might shatter from the pleasure of their touch.
    “I’m sorry, little one,” Michael whispered against his neck in such a pleading tone that Kaden could not doubt his sincerity. “I must have you. Please!” The gut-wrenching, heartfelt plea from such a large, commanding man was Kaden’s undoing.
    A niggling, faint voice at the back of his mind screamed at him to stop this—to end this whirlwind of passion that was threatening to rob him of his very independence. But he knew he was just as much a prisoner of this violent arousal as the dominating man that held him so close.
    “Yes,” he whispered. “Please, yes!” No sooner had the words left his mouth than he felt the hard length of a huge cock pressing against his tight hole. Kaden tensed, bracing himself for the pain he knew would come from taking a cock into himself dry, but at the last second, the man spat into his hand and lowered it to lubricate his jutting member as much as possible.
    The gesture reached into Kaden’s heart and created a small fissure in the wall he had so painstakingly built around it.
    “I’m sorry. I can’t wait any longer. Forgive me,” the stranger said as he thrust his cock deep inside. They both yelled out, and though he could feel the burst of pleasure that bowled into him from the other man, his