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And then it hit me—like I was caught by a massive, murderous wave, my body tossed and turned. Something inside my head snapped, and I lost control of my actions.

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Dominic

I had no idea how long I’d been lying on the bed making out with Philippe. My lips were already swollen, and yet I still didn’t have an erection.

Fuck! And I’d taken a Viagra three hours ago.

Why wasn’t it working?

I knew it only worked if you were aroused—Viagra didn’t create an erection on its own. Still, the whole thing was frustrating as hell. Philippe was the type to take his time, while I was focused on one thing: finally getting hard. He’d made it clear he hoped I’d fuck him hard tonight, and I’d agreed, but my dick was letting me down in the worst way.

Gently, I placed a hand on Philippe’s bare chest and broke away from his kiss. He kept kneading my soft cock and smiled.

“No pressure, handsome. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Oh, really?” a gruff voice interrupted.

Kilian entered the room wearing a leather jacket, an olive-green shirt, black jeans, and holding a vodka bottle. His eyes burned with a darkness I’d never seen before. If looks could kill, Philippe would’ve dropped dead on the spot.

“Get out,” Kilian growled, pointing to the door. “Or I’ll nail your dick to the floor and break both your hands.”

Philippe scowled as he snatched his clothes on the floor and disappeared down the corridor.

I propped myself up on my hands, trying to sit. “Kil …” But as I moved to stand, he jabbed a finger toward the bed.

“You’re staying right where you are!”

Frozen, I stayed put as Kilian set the bottle on the dresser and began pacing the room, agitated. His gaze darted to the lamp draped with a cloth, to the lines of powder neatly arranged on a tray atop the dresser, and to the bamboo forest painting on the wall. He tilted his head back like he was dizzy, exhaling loudly.

“Kil … I …”

My heart raced as I tried to explain, but he cut me off.

“Is this what you want?” he snapped. “To get fucked while high on drugs?”

Shame washed over me, and I swallowed hard. “It’s not like that,” I murmured, scooting forward to the edge of the bed.

“Stay where you are!” he barked, shrugging off his jacket.

I leaned back on my elbows, feeling intimidated and exposed. With my knees bent, I lay at the foot of the bed, an odd tingling spreading through my body. Desire flared inside me, and my cock finally started to come to life.

“Fine,” Kilian huffed, his burning gaze fixed on me. “I’ll give you what you want.”

My jaw dropped as he walked to the dresser, grabbed a tube, and snorted a line of cocaine.

“Kil!”

“Shut up!” he hissed, rubbing his nose as he turned back to me.

Now my mouth wasn’t the only thing hanging open. My eyes went wide, and a sinking feeling twisted in my gut. This was a terrible mistake. But he’d done it. He’d actually snorted cocaine.

Shit! I wasn’t even high.

I’d resisted and decided to stick with the Viagra instead.