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A tool.

A pawn. My pawn to do with as I pleased.

He wasn’t mad about the money, not really. He was mad about the unfairness of the equation. He thought he deserved to be my equal, not understanding that he was so much better than I’d ever be. And yet, he still allowed me to use him, and something out there, whether it was my miserable fate or bad luck, was threatening to take it all away. My heart beat fast at the thought, inflaming me with more anger on top of rage, and unable to bear this growing pain in my chest another second, I lunged forward until my lips crashed with his in a violent kiss.

Immediately releasing my wrist, he moved his hands down my body as he gripped my waist and pulled me close until I pressed against him. Without a shred of common decency, he licked into my mouth, his tongue twirling with mine. His body was hot, his movements powerful, and fearful of losing myself in his essence, I fisted his hair and pulled his head back.

A string of spit drew between our lips as he stared at me with hooded eyes. And the look he gave me, a mixture of fury and need, flipped my stomach upside down. He was so alive, and I knew that if I looked away at that moment, all I’d see were the people I killed tonight. And for a change, I didn’t want that. What I wanted was a taste of this fire burning inside him. That same blaze that so often drove me mad but perhaps could keep me warm through this long night.

“Come here,” I hissed a second before I pulled him close, once again crashing my lips with his in a desperate attempt to tighten the leash around his neck.

39

SANTIAGO

Fisting my hair, Ariyan sucked on my tongue, the sloppy sound consuming me as he deepened the kiss. Anger, lust, need, confusion… my head was a fucking mess while my body moved on its own. As if in a trance, I grabbed his waist to keep him close, not letting him slip away while I violated his mouth with all the frustration he’d caused me the past few months. Drinking in every sound he let out like a drunk, I kissed him back, fast, frantically, as if this could all end at any second.

His lips were soft, and starving for more, I shoved my tongue deeper into his mouth. He sucked on it, letting out a deep groan that went straight to my dick before I licked the scar on his upper lip. Nipping on it, I then dragged my tongue down to his chin and back up, eager to taste him completely.

My cock—already rock hard from just a kiss—twitched in my jeans, and I got rid of my damn shirt before grabbing him again and pulling him close. Kissing him, I tried to access more of his mouth when he gripped my jaw and bit my bottom lip. Hard. I could taste blood before this psycho flicked his tongue over the fresh wound, then sucked on it. Heat surged through me, and like a dog dying for a bite, I lunged forward, slamming my mouth against his. Still cupping my jaw, he tried holding me at bay, only to fail completely, as I forced my tongue past his lips.

He tasted so damn fine, and God only knew how one’s touch could be this addictive, to the point of losing your fucking mind.

“F-fuck,” I panted over his lips when he let out a throaty chuckle.

My balls just about burst, and my knees buckled a little, yet already starving to taste him again, I quickly retook his mouth when he reached down and cupped me over my pants. Fucking on edge, I pushed into his palm, desperate for the friction. His grip was firm, on the verge of painful, and I needed more.

So much fucking more.

The need to claim him burned deep inside my chest like the desire to live, and instantly, I moved my hands to his ass, but something was in my way. Before I could check what it was, Ariyan had already pulled out the gun he had tucked in the waistband of his slacks and brought it between us.

The thought of him shooting me crossed my mind, yet it didn’t stop me from reclaiming his lips. Licking into his mouth, I twisted my tongue with his, savoring his sweet taste. From the corner of my eye, I managed to see him placing the gun on the desk, not that I cared. Even if he had it pressed to my head, I wouldn’t fucking stop.

Moving his hand between us, he unzipped my jeans. My breath caught as he took out my cock, and I stifled a moan, watching him wrap his fingers around my girth.

“Look at you, already leaking like a bitch.” His eyes met mine while he moved his hand up and down my shaft, a short, mean little laugh escaping him. “You plan on fucking me with this beast?”

“F-fuck,” I groaned.

He squeezed me harder. “Answer me.”

Breathing through my nose, I gritted my teeth, fighting to keep calm. “Yes.”

He huffed. “And who said I’d let you?”

The taunting look in his eyes was my last straw, and I reached for him. Grabbing his waist, I spun us around and, in a fast move, had him bent over the desk, with me right behind.

He was so fucking hot that all I wanted was to rip his slacks off and eat his ass, but could I really⁠—

“What are you waiting for?” He shot me a daring glance over his shoulder, his eyes as wicked as ever. “Having second thoughts?”

“Like hell I am.” Grabbing his neck, I forced his head to the hardwood before pushing my jeans down to my thighs.

My pulse quickened, pounding in my ears, and I moved closer until my dick brushed against his pants, staining the dark fabric with traces of precum. The slight friction was enough to make me throb, and I hissed at the pleasure.

He chuckled, his shoulders moving as the sick sound filled the room.

“You sure you’re not a virgin?” he teased right before he pushed backward so his ass rubbed against me.