Page 13 of Sweetest Hate

My heart began pounding harder in my chest. He was either fucking with me, or he really did want me. I wasn't sure which I preferred. Arsen seemed like a classic case of playing with fire and not expecting to get burned. "Mynameis Kellan, notlittlefucking anything."

"Kellan," he whispered, and I swear it sounded as predatory as his gaze as it sharpened on my lips. When he stepped forward, I stepped backward. With each counter move, his grin grew more feral. My back hit a hard surface, and I vaguely registered I had unknowingly blocked my only exit. A fact, I was sure, that hadn't escaped him as he pressed forward, brushing my body with the slightest pressure. Unwillingly, my body responded on instinct, pushing back, and I swallowed a moan over the slightest friction on my aching dick. With a groan that vibrated up his throat, Arsen flattened my back against the door, erasing any space between us, pinning me in place.

My hard cock was now trapped between our bodies, and I was close to begging him to touch me. There was no way he didn't notice it because I definitely felt what seemed to be an impressively large dick just as hard in his shorts.

"I have to be honest,Kellan." His head dipped, lips brushing my neck, making me shiver. "This feels like you're into it."

"You're an asshole." I huffed but couldn't bring myself to shove him away. He was right about me eye fucking him. He was also right about me wanting him even though I shouldn't, which pissed me off. Arsen knew his effect on people and clearly had practice using it to his advantage. His face was something out of a magazine I'd jack off to without hesitation. Hell, the page would probably be sticky and worn from beating off to it. My dick, and therefore, by extension, me, seemed to ignore the complete lack of civilized personality inside the hurricane standing before me. Pulses shot down to my balls, his every breath coasting against the sensitive skin of my neck.

Ignoring my comment, he pulled back to look at me. "You've never been with a guy? Because you stared at me like you wanted to ride my dick pretty fucking hard."

I scowled. "I'm not a virgin, and I told you—"

"Not what I asked." His gaze dipped to my lips as if he wanted to kiss me, and I wasn't sure I'd stop him. "Have you been with a guy? You're at least curious, right? That's why you're still standing here with a cock hard as stone, just hoping I'll touch it and blow your mind."

"You're so full of yourself," I said through gritted teeth.

"That is not a denial." Arsen leaned forward, dusting his lips along my neck again, a feathery touch until he reached my ear. "Maybe you'd rather be full ofmethen. If I touched your dick right now," he said so softly it should have been gentle, but it only sounded more menacing, "would you be leaking? Would you beg me to wrap my lips around your dick until I taste your come?"

An involuntary moan escaped my throat, and what I could only describe as a devilish grin slanted across his face when he leaned back again. "Just say the word. Tell me you want this,Kellan, and I'll be happy to pop that cherry of yours with my tongue."

"I've been with guys," I finally admitted, just to get something other than a cocky reaction from him. Stone. Nothing changed other than the added pressure he placed on my dick with his hard body.

"Fuck," Arsen groaned. "Then I'd gladly eat your ass and then stretch you wide around my dick. Tell me you want it, and I'll spin your little ass around and fuck the shit out of you."

The shadows that fell across his face accentuated the wicked promise in his gaze. Arsen wanted to fuck. That was clear. And I wasn't sure I could refuse him. Not with my dick leaking to the point I could feel it rolling down my shaft. I couldn't mutter a single word because if I did, I imagined it would beyes.

"Beg me to fuck you, little mouse," he practically growled. "I'll lock that door and slide my cock into your ass. Could you be quiet if I fucked you? Or are you a screamer?"

Arsen was a dirty talker—my kryptonite. He seemed determined to get in my pants, and he knew exactly how to get what he wanted. I proved it when my hips rolled, seeking something from him, anything to ease the ache in my balls. I wanted him and apparently didn't give a shit if he was an asshole.

Five

Arsen

When Kellan moved his hips,my eyes drifted closed as want, swift and scorching, rolled down my spine. I wasn't even sure if my little mouse was aware he'd grabbed my shirt and yanked me toward him, grinding and damn near dry humping my thigh. Not that I minded, but I'd rather feel his bare cock wrapped in my fist.

With the way he'd gawked, Kellan had been as obvious as an asteroid cruising toward earth—once it struck, and blew up the whole fucking planet. So I hadn't expected flat-out denial about being gay when I asked, especially when his cock was rock hard. He definitely wasn't out, though, and normally I stayed away from fucking around with closeted guys. But I was willing to break my own rule for him. Hell, I was willing to shatter it. All he had to do was tell me what he wanted.

I ground my hips, testing his willingness to drop his shorts. If he pushed me away, I'd back off.

He moaned low in his throat, the sound I wanted to hear, needy and wanting as I drove him to the point of desperation.

"I need words, little mouse," I whispered. "You want my mouth then? I'm not a mind reader, so tell me what you want."

"Fuck," he groaned and pressed against me harder, moving his hips faster, honestly driving me fucking insane. I wasn't sure I wouldn't be the one desperate if he drew out the inevitable much longer.

Kellan swallowed audibly, and he trembled. From nerves or need, I wasn't sure. But then it stopped, and he whispered, "I can't do this. Quinn is my best friend, and you two..."

Slightly taken aback, especially at the sound of my stepbrother's name, I immediately jerked back, allowing him to bolt if he wanted. He took the opportunity, spinning on his heels and flinging open the door before leaving, slamming it closed behind him. Did he feel guilty for hooking up with someone hisbestiehated? Quinn had probably shared his feelings about me with Kellan, although I was certain he'd left out important details. As far as I was concerned, Quinn had nothing to do with me getting Kellan naked. Not anymore.

The sound of his retreating footsteps stopped just outside the door, and I waited to see what he'd do next. A minute passed with no sound, and my lips twitched in amusement as I realized he was struggling to walk away from the guaranteed best fuck of his life. I walked back to my bed, took a seat, and wasn't shocked at all when my door opened again. His slim frame filled the doorway.

I cocked a brow. "Forget something?"

That got a reaction. He glared at me, and I fought back a smile as he snapped, "Did my invitation have an expiration date?"

Fuck no. I raked my teeth over my lip, watching as his gaze tracked the movement. "Ready to tell me what you want?"

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