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“N—” I cut myself off, shaking my head. “Xander said Blade was attacked and stabbed.”

“Cut,” he corrects. “Stabbed implies a weapon was thrust inside someone to cause harm. Cut is—”

“I don’t give a fuck about the terminology, Rain!”

He groans, throwing his head back. “You sound so fucking good saying my name. And you’ve been a good boy. You haven’t seen that little shit.”

Fed up with this bullshit, I stalk toward him. A wide grin spreads across his face, and I swing my fist, wiping it off. His head throws sideways, and he laughs when I wrap my hand around his throat and squeeze, shoving him back onto the mattress and kneeling beside him.

“There he is,” he chokes, chocolate eyes melting as he stares up at me. “I like it rough.”

“Stay the fuck away from me, or I will have you killed,” I grit out, raising my knee, threatening to drive it into his balls.

“Dirty talk, I like it.” He grips my knee, throwing it sideways.

My hand slacks around his throat, and he rolls, pushing me over with him. Landing between my legs, he grips my wrist and pins it to my side while prying the other from his throat. I throw myself forward, which does nothing to the bloody twat as he rips my arms above my head. My stomach rolls as his panted breaths skate across my lips.

“I just wanted to see you, baby. It’s been a rough few weeks. We can watch a movie or something. I know you must be sore from your game. Also, what happened? You were clear for that goal.”

Disappointment washes over me and I drift my gaze to the ceiling.

This idiot is part of the reason I’ve been so distracted. He’s really messed with me, and everything is crumbling tenfold, because I can’t seem to get a goddamn grip on myself.

“I fucked up. I…” I trail off, anger flaring again when I realise who I’m talking to. “Fuck off, Rain!”

“Baby,” he coos.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” I thrash, working every aching muscle trying to free myself, but he only settles more body weight onto me.

I still when his nose brushes mine, a smile playing in his eyes. “We don’t need to be in the public eye if that’s not what you want. I’ll be your dirty little secret.” His tongue darts out to flick my top lip, making me shake. “But I want to know every fucking part of you, Rome.”

He rubs himself against where my towel has moved in our struggle, now only covering half of my groin. “G-get off me,” I plead more than demand. Chills stab my arms when his thumbs stroke my wrists. “Please.”

A wicked smile tugs at his lips, and I draw a shaky breath, feeling his hands move. His long, strong fingers swiftly interlock with mine before I can fist my hands.

His grin softens, and I swear, this grown bloody man is kicking his feet. “Can we watch that movie? I’ll order whatever food you want.”

“No,” I bite.

“Yes.”

“Leave.”

“Baby.”

“Stop,” I growl.

He groans, eyes rolling back in his head as it drops beside mine. “That shit just turns me on. Unless you’re planning on using your hand or mouth or giving me access to your ass, I suggest you stop doing that.”

“I top,” I blurt out without even thinking.

Why did I say that? I don’t want to fuck this man, even if he did let me top.

I side glance the TV, searching for anything to get him off me. “Fine,” I agree, my voice shaky. “We’ll watch a movie.”

“You pick,” he chirps, placing a sloppy kiss on my right cheek. My dick twinges to life at the action. “Mmm,” he hums, the deep sound vibrating against my chest. “You claim you don’t want me on you, yet your cock suggests otherwise. And I have to say…” He nods between us. “I’m very impressed.”

“Off,” I command.