Page 98 of Mistaken Prejudice

“Wait,” I stopped him with my hand on his wrist. “I don’t think we should. It belongs to your dad and—”

“Oh please.” He rolled his eyes before he grabbed a wine key from the desk and used it to cut off the foil. “Daddy wouldn’t care if I took one. He’ll give me anything I want anyway.”

His words sounded all wrong. But it wasn’t just them, but the way he said them. He sounded pampered, spoiled, and entitled. He sounded like all those other kids we went to school with and nothing like my Miles.

He drank a lot during the wedding, so I assumed his bratty behavior was due to him still being drunk.

Miles twisted the bottle and started to pull the cork away until it popped out, and the cork flew across the room while sparkling liquid began to spill until Miles covered the ring with his mouth and sent his head backward, taking a deep swallow while champagne slowly dribbled down his chin.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and offered me the bottle. His eyes were glassy, and his cheeks flushed.

“No, thank you.”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged before he took another swig and sat down on his father’s chair.

“Can we go to your room now?” I asked after a few minutes had passed with him drinking and me staying quiet.

“Why?”

“Because it’s your dad’s office.”

“So?” He got up from the leather chair and came to stand in front of me. “He isn’t here.” He looked around the empty room as if to demonstrate his point.

“You know what I mean.” I looked down at the bottle he was holding in his hand. He was drunk, that was obvious, and I hated it. Alcohol gave you fake confidence that made you act like a fool. Or, in Miles’s case, an arrogant brat.

“They’re still at the wedding, Andrei, while we’re here…” He took a long sip. His Adam’s apple bobbled as he swallowed. “All alone.”

“No,” I whispered as he put the bottle down and took another step toward me, closing the distance. “Not here,” I said again, but my protest wasn’t enough to convince him. Fuck, it wasn’t enough to convince me because the next thing I knew, my mouth was on his, tasting the expensive champagne on his hot tongue.

“I love you,” he whispered over my lips before kissing my jaw, neck, and chest while undressing me. His movements were quick, desperate, and impulsive.

“Fuck.” I groaned as he pushed me back against the desk and shoved his hands into my pants, cupping my erection in his palm.

“You like that, big boy?” he asked before he moved his tongue over his lips, and holy fuck, I was shocked by the changed attitude. He was so eager and in control, on the verge of aggressiveness. I wasn’t sure I liked it, but maybe he wanted to try something new, and I wasn’t about to deny him.

“Miles,” I tried to speak, but the moment he started to stroke me through my briefs, I was lost in the sensation. He knew how to touch me and what I liked. I made sure he did, and as for now, it came to bite me in the ass.

My ass pressed hard against the desk as he came to stand between my spread legs, rubbing me so firmly I was already throbbing.

“I’m going to make you come so hard, Andrei,” he said before he dropped to his knees in front of me and kissed my cock over the fabric of my boxers.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot.” I moaned when he looked up at me with hooded eyes that knew what they wanted.

“I’m hot for you. So hot for you.” He pushed my boxers away and freed my cock, only to wrap his lips around my head and tease it with a small suck. He darted his tongue over my shaft before he started to suck me harder, filling his mouth with my cock.

“Oh fuck, Zaychik, fuck.” I groaned as the tip of my dick hit the back of his throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the sound of his moaning, and I shoved my fingers through his thick hair as I tried to contain my pleasure.

I was about to urge Miles to move faster but stopped when I heard a door shut and voices coming from the hall.

“Je vais nous faire du thé.”

Elliot.

Holy shit.

His parents had come back home.

“All right. I need to take a call in my office, and then we can drink tea.”