Chapter 4 Shattered Pride

• For three long seconds, Martinez didn't move. The silence between them stretched paper-thin, vibrating with the weight of unspoken dark desire.
• Then, the billionaire took a slow, deliberate step toward the bed.
• The mattress dipped under his massive weight, his dark eyes fixed on Finn with the cold, calculating fury of a predator that had finally been backed into a corner of its own making.
• "You think this is a game, Finn?" Martinez's voice dropped an octave, a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated right through the cotton sheets beneath Finn's bare thighs. "You think you can play with me?"
• Finn didn't flinch. Instead, a slow, wicked smirk spread across his lips as he tilted his head back against the pillows.
• He shifted his hips shamelessly, letting his knees part a fraction wider, enjoying the way Martinez's gaze involuntarily tracked the movement.
• "Why not, Mr. Martinez?" Finn purred, his voice dripping with pure defiance. "You came into my room. You locked the door. And after that little speech about saving myself for the right person..."
• Finn let out a soft, mocking laugh. "What happened to the high and mighty moral code, sir? Or was that code of conduct only for your son to follow?"
• A dark flush crept up Martinez's neck, his jaw setting into iron. "Watch your mouth, boy."
• "Make me."
• That was the spark.
• Martinez snapped. In a blur of motion, he lunged forward, his heavy frame descending upon Finn like a collapsing iron cage.
• Before Finn could even react, two large, calloused hands slammed against his wrists, pinning them firmly above his head against the headboard.
• The weight of Martinez's body flattened Finn into the mattress, his broad, bare chest grinding directly against Finn's bare torso.
• Suffocating heat exploded between them.
• Finn gasped as the wind was knocked out of him, but instead of panicking, his pulse spiked with pure, electric adrenaline.
• He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, a sharp shiver shooting straight down his spine as Martinez's heavy thigh wedged itself firmly between his open legs, anchoring him completely.
• "You like to provoke, don't you?" Martinez growled, leaning down until his lips brushed against the shell of Finn's ear. His breath was hot, ragged, and entirely stripped of his usual corporate composure. "You run around my house teasing my son, sending nude pictures to my phone, acting like a brazen little whore... and my son is falling for it."
• Finn opened his eyes, staring straight into the dark, turbulent storm brewing in Martinez's gaze.
• Even pinned down, even entirely at the older man's mercy, Finn refused to yield.
• "I don't see Brian in this room," Finn whispered, biting his lower lip as he arched his spine into Martinez's solid weight, intentionally rubbing his bare skin against the rough fabric of Martinez's trousers. "I only see you. An old man who can't keep his eyes or his hands off his son's best friend."
• Martinez's grip on his wrists tightened until it bordered on painful, his knuckles turning white.
• "You think my age makes me weak, Finn? You think because I’ve let you play your little games, I won't ruin you?"
• "Then ruin me," Finn taunted, tilting his chin up, his eyes flashing with manic light. "Stop acting like my guardian and do it. Fuck me, until I forget my pathetic last name."
• With a low, guttural growl, Martinez buried his face into the side of Finn's neck.
• He didn't use soft lips or gentle caresses. Martinez sank his teeth sharply into the delicate junction where Finn's neck met his shoulder, biting down hard enough to break through Finn's bravado.
• A sharp, breathless cry tore from Finn's throat, half-pain, half-pure, unadulterated pleasure.
• Is he a dog or what? Finn thought, his throat flexing as he fought to keep his composure intact.
• Martinez bit down harder, marking the soft skin, asserting a dark, territorial ownership that made Finn's head spin.
• He knew, without looking, that when he checked the mirror later, there would be a deep, dark reddish mark of pure ownership sitting right beneath his jawline for everyone to see.
• Without warning, Martinez released one of Finn's wrists, flipped the boy roughly onto his stomach, and delivered a heavy, stinging slap straight across Finn's bare ass.
• Slam!
• The sharp sound echoed through the bedroom.
• Finn gasped out loud, his back arching, the skin on his cheek and thigh burning with instant radiant heat.
• Martinez hit him again, harder this time until Finn’s buttocks were glowing a deep, vibrant red beneath his large, heavy palm.
• "You like to run your mouth, don't you?" Martinez growled, dragging Finn back up onto his knees by his hair.
• Before Finn could catch his breath or spit out another insult, Martinez unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers with brutal speed.
• Finn heart jumped, staring at the man he wanted in horror.
• Martinez pulled out his massive, throbbing twelve-inch cock and shoved the broad head straight into Finn's mouth, without giving Finn time to process the size of it.
• Finn gagged, his eyes watering instantly as the thick, heavy length invaded his throat.
• "Take it," Martinez commanded, his large hand gripping the back of Finn's neck to lock him in place.
• He began to fuck Finn’s mouth with aggressive, rhythmic thrusts.
• Gag. Slap. Gag.
• Finn’s throat flexed violently around the massive intrusion. His hands clawed at Martinez’s heavy thighs, his pride desperately trying to maintain control, trying to suck him off like he was in control but Martinez's pace was ruthless.
• The billionaire used Finn’s mouth like a piece of meat, driving deep into his throat, making tears stream down Finn's flushed, marked cheeks.
• Finn took every inch, his throat flexed tight, his mind reeling from the sheer, overwhelming physical dominance.
• He braced himself for Martinez to reach his peak, ready to drink every drop and force the billionaire to take the rest of his virgin body.
• Then, without warning, Martinez stopped.
• He pulled his slick, thick length completely out of Finn’s swollen lips.
• Finn dropped forward onto the mattress on his hands and knees, gasping frantically for air, a thin string of clear slick trailing from his parted, bright red lips.
• His throat was raw, his ass was burning red, and his neck was throbbing from the deep bite mark.
• He looked up, expecting Martinez to flip him over and finish him.
• Instead, Martinez simply tucked his cock back into his briefs, zipped up his trousers, and buckled his belt with cool, terrifying efficiency.
• He didn't even release. He was completely erect, but his face had smoothed back into a mask of cold, unreadable authority.
• Finn stared at him, his mind completely reeling, his chest heaving.
• What the fuck? Kain thought to himself. How dare he stop? How dare he use me, choke me out, mark me up, and then just walk away without cumming?
• A sudden, toxic wave of humiliation and deeply wounded pride slammed into Finn's chest. Am I not good enough? Can't I even satisfy him?
• "Cover yourself," Martinez stated coldly, his voice thick but completely in control as he smoothed down his suit vest.
• Finn sat up on his heels, trembling, his swollen lips parted in absolute, stunned disbelief. He tried to summon his wicked smirk, but it cracked around his bruised throat. "Is that all, sir? You're going to leave me like this?"
• "Yes," Martinez said bluntly, like whatever happened was nothing important. He walked over to the door and grabbed the handle, pausing before turning back to glance at the marked-up, breathless boy on the bed.
• "From this second on, the rules change," Martinez stated. "You do not touch Brian. You do not talk about sleeping with anyone else. And if I catch you sending another picture like that to anyone, including me, I will personally lock you in this room until you learn how to behave like a decent human being Understood?"
• Finn stared at the imposing figure framed in the doorway. He didn't answer with words. He simply raised a trembling hand, tracing his fingers over the fresh, deep reddish bite mark on his neck, his dark eyes burning with a chaotic mix of fury, confusion, and raw, unsated hunger.
• Martinez's jaw tightened into iron. Without another word, he opened the door, stepped out into the dark hallway, and clicked it shut behind him.
• Left alone in the quiet room, Finn collapsed onto his side, clutching a pillow tight against his chest.
• His neck was throbbing, his ass was burning bright red, his throat was sore, and his heart was hammering like a trapped bird inside his ribs.
• He touched his marked skin in the dark, his breath catching in his throat.
• He had set out to tease a billionaire. But as he listened to the fading sound of Martinez's heavy footsteps down the corridor, Finn's pride burned hot and toxic in his chest.
• Martinez had to be attracted to me, Finn thought; everyone wants to fuck me ...and Brian's dad can not be an exception. Never.