Page 121 of The Butterfly Killer

It was when Roman’s wet hot mouth slotted over his right nipple that his legs gave out from beneath him. He landed on the edge of his bed. The frame gave a low groan that warned it was about to give out. Still, Marcus didn’t care. He wanted Roman. It didn’t matter how, he justwanted.

But as soon as Marcus almost got what he wanted, it was taken away.

Roman pushed away, panting to Marcus’s elation.

“We need to talk first,” Roman said—or well tried to say as much as he could while Marcus lunged at him again.

His mouth was attacked by Marcus’s. They kissed deeply again, Marcus’s tongue sucking on Roman’s.

“No talking,” Marcus gasped out when he came up from air.

Roman almost gave in. His body loosened into a putty that Marcus could manipulate. He was pulling Roman down onto him when Roman shook him off again.

“There’s nothing more I’d like to do than fuck you until we both keel over, but this is serious. I swear.”

A moment passed where both of them stayed utterly still. Marcus’s chest rose and fell in a rapid pattern. His breaths were labored and Roman’s were the same. Their eyes were locked though they couldn’t see one another.

Finally, Marcus’s hazy mind cleared just enough that he found the energy to lean across the bed and turn on the side-table lamp.

The room was lit-up in a harsh yellow light that did no favors to the dirty room. Marcus cringed at the mess, but thankful that most of the trash had been cleaned out prior. If Roman was put off by the clothes, take-out containers, and random bits of trash, he didn’t let it show.

“Is it about Lucas Cortez?” Marcus didn’t dare say “your cousin”.

Roman loomed at the foot of the bed. “Yes and no.”

Marcus ran a hand through his hair. Roman had already messed it up while they were making out.

“He talked about a deal. To keep me safe. I haven’t been in touch with the FBI so I don’t know what he could possibly want from me now.”

Roman slowly moved around the bed. He crouched in front of Marcus.

“He said that, but it was me that wanted him to see you that day in the hospital.”

Marcus jerked his head up. “What?”

Roman cupped Marcus’s face. “I couldn’t see you myself so he went in my stead. The deal he struck up isn’t concrete. I’vegiven him my loyalty and he knows that if anything were to happen to you then he’d lose me. Protecting you is insuring that I continue to work for him.”

Marcus’s brows pinched. “And the thing with the Feds…”

“It’ll be useful having you on the inside.” Roman’s voice lowered. “You are with me, right butterfly?”

Marcus’s stomach fluttered. His eyes lowered as Roman’s hand moved once more to his throat. It was a comforting weighted pressure. Not forceful or threatening like it had been in the cabin. Everything and nothing had changed since then. It was an in-between that made Marcus feel nostalgic to that time even though he should have been shitting bricks right about now.

“I am.” He laughed. “I’m fucked up, aren’t I?”

Roman leaned up and placed a sweet kiss on the corner of Marcus’s mouth. “I don’t care what you are. I want all of it.”

Another kiss and Marcus thought this was it, they were going to finally fuck, but Roman stopped again. This time, Marcus let his frustration be known with a whine.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that. One more thing.” He took a look around the apartment. “How attached are you to living here?”

Marcus’s brows went up. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

Roman grinned. “It’s convenient isn’t it? Every night I’ll have you at my mercy…”

Marcus didn’t get to give his answer. Roman kissed down his chest, turning him into putty. His moans drowned out any coherent thought he might have or doubt. It wouldn’t have mattered if he answered vocally or not. His answer would have been yes and Roman probably wouldn’t have taken a no anyway. Marcus grew harder at the thought. Shame washed over him ashe thought how turned on he was at the idea of Roman taking him as if he owned him.

Roman pushed Marcus back onto the bed. He spread out, arms going above his head like a figure on a cross. He felt like one of those insects pinned on Roman’s wall in the cabin. Each kiss, lick, or suck on his flesh was another needle.

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