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“Fine… I do,” he breathes, but that’s not nearly enough.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, my little stray.”

He works his jaw, considering the groveling I’m expecting of him when he—to my fucking surprise—begs for me in the best way possible.

“You are my type, you fucking asshole, clearly,” he huffs, nudging his head to his hard cock. “I want you. So shut your mouth and finish what you started.”

FUCK. How can he be so adorable and so fucking sexy at the same damn time? This whole interaction has my dick so hard again it might burst out of my jeans.

I throw Adrian a devilish grin before lowering myself back between his legs, sucking the fucking soul out of the guy, and he almost combusts.

I take him so deep his tip almost pierces the back of my throat, and I can feel his legs shaking and shivering from pleasure. He is still biting down his moans, which I hate, but his pants and grunts are satisfactory… for now. But fully worth it as Adrian moans my name as his cum fills my mouth in hot waves and I swallow it down. Every fucking drop.

I swipe the spit from my lips with the back of my hand, a little breathless as I get to my feet. I give him one last, lingering look, drag a hand through my hair, and saunter toward the door.

“Where the hell are you going?” He almost sounds desperate, knitting his brows in the process.

“I’ve had my fill, I’m leaving-”

“Like fuck you are, you can’t just leave me like… this,” he sputters. “You smug fuck, at least untie me!”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I shoot him a wink and a wave before leaving.

Chapter 21

Adrian

“Fucking bastard,” is all I have to say, uttering the repeated phrase into the nothingness of my room as I watch the ceiling fan turn lazily overhead.

Round.

And round.

And round.

I’m sprawled across my bed, one leg hanging over the edge with my head tipped back far enough that the room looks upside down. The silence should be enough to clear my head, but it doesn’t.

Last night’s ‘scuffle’ is burnt into my skull… and into my retinas. Every stupid second of it.

I should be concerned by the fact that I told Dante about my dad. He’s the only other person who knows, and it should be added to my list of why the fucker needs to die.

I didn’t plan to kill the man when I initially visited him. God knows the real reason why I ended up there; for answers, perhaps, maybe I expected some sort of explanation. Not that any of it would matter.

What did matter was the fact that I stood in his broken-down townhouse as he stared at me through dilated pupils and a skinny frame that was the opposite of how he looked when we were one big happy fucking family. What drove me to take his life was one simple sentence: “You are strong now, my boy; it was a good thing your mother and sister died,” and “they made you weak.”

How dare he take credit for the man I’ve become.

If you guessed that the reason he thought I was weak was the simple fact that I liked boys, then you’re right. Never mind the fact that he was bat-shit crazy anyway, and his beliefs were based on the ‘animal kingdom’, which is ironic.

As for the authorities, they barely investigated, seeing as his system was pumped full of drugs and his body bruised from owing his dealers money. They declared he took a kitchen knife to his own throat and called it a day—case closed.

I kept that fucking hunting knife as a reminder that my life belongs to me and me alone. I am in control.

Pushing that aside, I let my thoughts drift somewhere far less helpful.

After everything. After all the threats, the looking over my shoulder, and the nuisance Dante had become, he ended up cumming all over my stomach with the added audacity to smear it over my mouth… and then sucked me off so good my eyes rolled back into another dimension.

I drop my forearm over my eyes with a quiet huff. “Get a grip,” but whether I’m talking to him or myself…. I’m not entirely sure.