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“Must be something in the water around here, because all our compasses point north,” Salvatore says.

“Is north gay?” Elio cocks his head.

“Sure,” Alessio says, managing a completely serious expression. “North is gay, south is straight, east is bisexual, and west is Ace.”

“That… makes a weird amount of sense, actually.” I turn towards the fight as the bloodied victor is being cheered by the crowd. “So, is the fix in or what? Who’d you pay to throw the big fight? Or, wait, you’ve got dirt on one of them, right? It’s a blackmail situation and if they don’t play ball and go down in the third round, you’re going to let it leak.”

“You’ve been watching too many movies, kid,” Salvatore says with a smirk.

“So, you don’t have any money on the fight?” The next pair of fighters are being announced and led into the ring. If the crowd was ravenous before, it’s increased tenfold now.

“Course we got money on the fight,” Elio scoffs. “But the payout’ll be peanuts ’cause everyone already knows who’s gonna win.” His eyes zero in on the man stepping into the far side of the ring.

Without even glancing at the other man, I’m sure this is who Xaviaro was referring to. He looks feral, like he was raised in the woods and the only thing he knows how to do is fight. His dirty blond hair is pulled into a bun at the base of his skull, a few tendrils breaking free to hang defiantly in front of his face. His expression is pure savagery as he stares down his opponent.

“Orion Barros,” Xaviaro says. “Hasn’t lost a fight yet. Trust me, if we thought we could get him to take a dive, we would do it, because the Vegas odds are stacking up in his favor with every fight he wins.”

“Someone will make a fucking fortune when he finally has an off night,” Alessio agrees.

“Won’t be tonight,” Elio mutters, seemingly transfixed by the man.

The bell dings to signify the start of the fight, and it’s obvious in seconds why they’re all here to see Orion fight. He ducks and weaves out of the way of the other fighter, Rico Guerra’s attempted blows, his movements so fluid it’s like they’re second nature. As soon as Rico pauses to drag in a breath, Orion is on him with a flurry of fists that take the man to the ground.

“Damn,” I breathe, my pulse spiking with the adrenaline that’s thick in the air, pouring off of Orion with every bead of his sweat and thrumming through the crowd with every cheer and boo. The fight doesn’t last long, but no one seems disappointed by the briefness of it. “Is it over? That was the last fight?” I ask, noticing that everyone is getting up.

“Sorry. I thought it would last longer. Want me to find us something else to do still?” Xaviaro offers.

I notice Elio slip away, heading in the opposite direction from everyone else, but I don’t care enough to wonder where he’s going. Maybe he just needs to take a piss and the closest bathroom is towards the locker rooms.

I grin up at Xaviaro, considering his offer for a few seconds. “Nah. Take me home, Killer. We can make our own excitement.”

Without warning, he bends and scoops me off of the ground, tossing me over his shoulder. I squeal and slap his ass in playful protest.

“You’re gonna get it when we get home,” I warn, and he chuckles.

“I’m counting on it.”

Chapter 18

XAVIARO

Sparrow’s mouth is on mine, his fingers expertly working open the buttons on my shirt as we stumble into my apartment, ravenous for each other before the elevator doors even have a chance to whoosh closed out in the hallway. The silky ropes under my clothes are like a second skin most of the time now, barely noticeable as I go about my day, but right now, I can feel the weight of them, the tease of them, as they remind me who I belong to.

Heat crackles and sparks along my skin with every swipe of his tongue against mine and every bruising collision of our lips. I grab his ass roughly and hoist him into my arms. His legs wrap around my waist like it’s second nature. Less than a month and it already is. Kissing him is second nature. Waking up with him in my bed is second nature. Falling in love with Sparrow was inevitable the moment I laid eyes on him.

He drags his fingers through my hair, tugging just enough to make my scalp sting and my nerve endings dance with anticipation. We trade muffled groans, the sound vibrating between our tangled tongues as I carry him down the hallway towards the bedroom. The click of my shoes against the wooden floor is drowned out by the thump of my heartbeat in my ears and the ragged sound of Sparrow’s breaths.

By the time I reach my bedroom, my mind is racing with possibilities, choices, things I want to beg him to do to me and that I want to do to him. But Sparrow’s hand around my throat silences them all. His grip is just tight enough for me to feel the bite of his fingers into my skin, my Adam’s apple bobbing against his palm when I swallow.

“I think you had an excellent idea earlier,” he murmurs, catching my bottom lip between his teeth and then releasing it. My brain is already short circuiting. I couldn’t tell you what the idea was if my life depended on it. Luckily, Sparrow doesn’t wait for me to figure it out on my own. “Edging for you, instant gratification for me… repeatedly,” he purrs. “Sounds like the perfect night, doesn’t it?”

I nod, a moan slipping past my lips and my cock jerking as all the possibilities flit rapidly through my mind. Every single one of them involves me at his mercy, dangling on the edge of pleasure as long as he wants to keep me there, using me over and over until he’s had his fill.

“Yes, Sir,” I gasp, carrying him over to the bed and crawling onto it with my arms still around him.

He jerks his hips, grinding the hard length of his cock against my stomach before unwrapping his legs from around my middle and his hand from around my throat. He lets himself fall into the soft bedding and we return to the frenzy of undressing each other, shedding our clothes between fierce, hungry kisses until there’s nothing between us but the silky rope around my chest and miles of bare skin.

Sparrow cants his hips, dragging the length of his cock against mine, hard as steel and scorching hot. I want him inside of me. I want him riding me. I want his hands and his mouth. I want his unwavering, confident commands. I want everything he wants to give me. I just want him. My cock throbs, spilling precum onto the head of his when he thrusts against me again.

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