Page 17 of Ruined

I forced a laugh. “I’m straight.”

His fingers tightened on my leg, and I hissed.Fuck. His hand slid up my thigh. A flush spread down my neck to my abdomen.Oh God. This wasn’t supposed to happen. His lips grazed my jaw as his hand inched closer. I could barely take it.

I fought the pulse throbbing in my cock. I opened my mouth, desperate to say something that’d cut him down. His fingers almost touched my dick. I couldn’t breathe. His palm pressed into my thigh, feeding the unwanted heat until I was hard.

No.

I closed my eyes, but the tented outline in my pants burned in my vision. I thought of dead bodies. Sewage. Eating rotten meat. Anything to make it disappear, but when I opened my eyes, my cock could still drill nails into concrete.

My pulse pounded in my ears. I wanted to shove his smug face into the wall and remind him why I was here, but every time his hand shifted, pleasure stroked my shaft.

“Stop,” I begged.

“Why should I? You’re finally being honest.”

His finger brushed the head of my cock, and it twitched.

What the fuck?

“Luca,” he purred. “You’re a big boy. What are you, eight inches?”

My chest tightened. “Don’t talk about my dick.”

“But it has a lot to say. You’re so hard you’re leaking.”

I glanced down and wished I hadn’t. A dark wet stain confirmed his words. He’d never let me live this down. This was the worst night of my life. I wanted to die.

God. “It’s not because of you.”

“Oh, no. It knows exactly what it wants.”

His hand cupped my erection. His touch seared through the fabric, sliding along my cock. My whole body went taut and melted. This couldn’t be happening. I came here to kill him. NowI was shackled, hard, and at his mercy. He lifted his hand, and the delirious warmth faded.

“You’ve given me a lot to think about,” he said in a deep voice. “I was going to fuck you up for breaking into my house, but now I’m weighing my options.”

My insides seized. “Get away from me, you sick fuck.”

“You walked into my house with a knife, and now you’re tied to my chair with an erection you can’t control. So who’s the real sick fuck?”

His taunt scraped my chest.

“I hate you.”

“Hate is passion twisted up. You need to unwind it, see where it leads.”

“Leads nowhere.”

“Let’s test that theory.”

His hand wrapped my throat as he leaned in, but his lips never touched mine. They traveled lower, his tongue tracing my Adam’s apple and along my jaw. Electricity shot to my groin, and I moaned.

Dominic’s lips latched onto my neck, sucking at the skin. My cock lengthened, pressing against the fabric. The world narrowed to his mouth on me. Wet heat lashed my skin, and then his teeth sank into me. The handcuffs dug into my wrists. The sting of them jarred me to reality.

What am I doing?

Dominic pulled back, releasing my skin with a wet pop. He held the cufflinks up before his fingers slid along my leg, pushing them into my pocket. “Now you can carry me with you.”

Forget it. They were going in the trash the instant he set me free.

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