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Jealousy.

Is that what this is?

If it is, I fucking hate it. It’s a thing that burns all along my chest, snaking around my spine like some dark demon that wants to make a home at the base of my skull and whisper vitriol. It tells me to take,take, take what’s mine and don’t stop until I brand my name along every inch of his skin.

It makes me move forward when I’d intended to watch him get all worked up andfail.

It makes my fingers on his arm rougher than they should be, my voice a ragged growl that betrays the emotions ripping through me.

Maybe that’s the real draw to Zander Braithe—these emotions. I’ve neverfeltanything like it, never felt anything sointense.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I see it, the second his eyes widen and his breath catches. I watch it dance across his face in little splotches of red that chase disbelief, desire, and finally settle on annoyance.

Helikesthis.

“Exactly what I said I would do, Slade. Did you like the picture? I’m working on?—”

I’m not thinking clearly when I use my grip to twist his arm behind his back and drag him into the men’s room. I force him into the last stall, and I slam him against the door with a low growl.

“Try again, Dimples.” I let go of his arm and thread my fingers through his hair, jerking his head back and tearing a growl from his throat. His eyes are still so defiant and wild, and I’m fixated on the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard.

“I already told you,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “I’m?—”

I don’t want to hear it.

Idon’twant to hear how he was planning on having that brunette on her knees for him. I want to know that he came here because he was so wrapped up in thinking about me that it was his only choice.

I want to hear that he came here knowing I’d follow him.

Instead, I bring my free hand up to stop him from lying.

I slide my fingers to the back of his throat until he’s gagging on them, and the way he looks up at me with his wide, wet eyes, like I’m some kind of demon come to bring his worst nightmares to life, makes my cock so hard I can barely think.

Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to ruin someone the way I want to ruin Zander Braithe.

“Close your mouth and suck, Braithe. If you’re a reallygoodboy, maybe I’ll let you come tonight.”

He snarls something ugly around my digits, but when I lean into him, I can feel how hard his cock is in his pants. I don’t say anything, just shove my fingers a little deeper until his throat convulses again, until tears are catching in his lashes and he stares at me in half desperation, half hate…

And then he closes his lips and swallows, and all thoughts leave my mind but how good his tongue feels when he slides it between my fingers like he can’t help himself.

I can’t stop the groan that rips from my chest, but I can stop the almost smug look that crosses his face when he hears it by working my fingers in and out, fucking his mouth and leaving him a drooling, gagging mess in front of me. It’s even better because I don’t think henoticesthe way his hips are rocking and jerking in little half-aborted thrusts, trying to find friction against my thighs.

It’s even better because he doesn’t fight me when I tighten my grip in his hair and put him on his knees.

I use my fingers in his mouth to jerk his stare up to me—and fuck, even I have to admit he’sgorgeouslike that. Wet eyes and spit-slicked lips.

“Get my dick out, Zander.” I don’t ask, I demand it.

There’s a second between us where I wonder if he’s going to fight it—there’s a second where I canseehe’s trying to. I flex my digits on his tongue and he reflexively sucks on them again, and I watch his resolve crumble like a castle in the sand as waves lap the shore.

His hands are clumsy when he unzips my jeans and pulls my cock out, and I jerk my fingers out of his mouth to pin his wrists above his head before he has a chance to touch me.

“What thefuck, Slade?”

“Open up.”

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