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Motherfucker. Who did he just call a dog?

Staring at him, I watched as he looked inside the paper bag, probably thinking of more ways to fuck with me.

Not about to stay and wait, I said, “Anyway, I’m out of here, you psycho⁠—”

“Do you want a taste?”

“Huh?” Unsure if I’d heard correctly, I stared at him.

Slowly, he took the burger out of the bag and began unwrapping it, my eyes following his fingers while he did. How did someone manage to make a burger this hot? I had no fucking clue, but in seconds, my body warmed up to the idea, and I found myself unable to look away.

“I asked, do you want a taste?”

Without even realizing it, I nodded.

A smile spread on his lips. A smile I knew to watch out for and yet couldn’t resist, not when he held that damn burger before me. Like an idiot, I took a step forward, moving into his apartment. Ready to bite, I parted my lips, already able to taste the juices on my tongue, when he pulled his hand back, and I ended up snapping my teeth together.

“Nah-ah.” He clicked his tongue.

Pissed off, I glared at him.

“What the hell⁠—”

“I wasn’t talking about the burger.”

Realization struck me, and I swallowed hard, eyes immediately going down his body and up.

“You serious?”

“Close the door,” he ordered.

I quickly did, not looking away from him and already eager for what he’d say next.

“On your knees.”

As if all the air was sucked out of my lungs, I froze. But only for a mere second because slowly, I got down to my knees, just like he told me. Why? I had no clue. What I did know was that it was a bad fucking idea, and yet, having his naked skin this close made my head go blank. But before I could focus on anything else, like his cock, which I was dying to see, a long scar on his abdomen caught my eye. This one, unlike those on his cheek and lip, had been created by a doctor’s scalpel. It was obvious, from the clean line to where the stitches were⁠—

“What are you staring at?” he tsked, irritated.

It was probably the first time I’d heard him lose his composure. It was odd, unsuited to his ice-cold persona, but before I could dive deeper into why, he got rid of the towel, leaving him completely naked.

Not even half-hard, he was big, enough to impress me. He was completely smooth, without a single hair down there, which would be a turnoff for me on anyone else, but not him. Him, I was already throbbing to lick all over⁠—

“Get me hard.”

His words sent a jolt of arousal down my spine, going straight to my cock, which was already rock solid, pressing hard against my jeans. The situation was humiliating as fuck, but at the same time, it made me hot all over, almost like I was desperate to hear a good word from him.

Down, boy.

I gritted my teeth, hating myself for remembering that, when he cupped my jaw and forced my mouth open.

“You better not so much as scrape me,” he warned with glee, brushing his thumb over my teeth. “Am I clear?”

I nodded when he pressed his thumb down on my tongue, making me gag. It felt good, too good, igniting my desire to choke on more than just his finger.

“As eager as a dog, aren’t you?”

Not about to let him get away with it, I closed my mouth, biting down on his thumb. He didn’t make a sound, but a second later, he smacked my face with the fucking cheeseburger, so hard my head rotated with the slap. With my eyes wide open and my ear ringing from the hit, I brushed a hand over my cheek. I was smeared with ground beef, cheese, and sauce, my body ready to explode when he grasped my hair in his fist and brought me back to face him.