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Behind the tall windows, a bright flash tore the stormy night. The light flickered. Using the moment of confusion, Seth kneed him in the stomach. A red glint, like another lightning bolt, flashed before Gustavo’s eyes. His hands flew up on sheer instinct and intercepted the hand before it brought the blade down his shoulder.
Seth growled. His foot turned as he shoved Gustavo in the chest with his shoulder.
The wall melted behind Gustavo’s back. His upper body tilted backward and hovered over the fire river. The immense heat, rising from below, scorched Gustavo’s skin.
Teeth bared, Seth pushed harder.
Gustavo’s muscles trembled as the heel of his shoe lost contact with the ground. His head hovered over the molten glass as Seth’s hips rammed against his own. His awareness shifted to the lower part of his body. Confusion washed over, as he wasn’t sure if the source of the heat was the molten glass or Seth’s thrusting against him. He could even feel the softness of Seth’s cock brushing against his thigh. He swallowed hard. Catching Seth’s glare, he said, “A fair warning: if you keep rubbing against me like this, I’ll get a hard-on.”
Seth’s face contorted in distaste. Fire dancing in his eyes, he leaned against Gustavo with all his weight, chest to chest. “You should have pulled the gun when you had a chance.”
With a roar, Gustavo hurled forward, winning back an inch of lost space. Seth’s teeth bared, and a low, barely audible growl broke from his throat. His neck corded, muscles bulged, and even the veins under his eyes strained with pressure. Gustavo thought that any moment now, his eyeballs would pop out of their sockets. He shook his head, unable to believe how someone like Seth could possess such strength. Gustavo was taller, bulkier, had more mass, but still, inch by inch, his back bent over the rim of the charger. His skin felt like it would start sizzling at any moment; hot sweat rolled down his temples and spine.
“I warned you it’s not a blade that kills but arrogance,” Seth rustled.
The edge of the furnace scraped the small of Gustavo’s back. Seth’s face inched closer, and his right hand abandoned Gustavo’s chest to grab the side of the shutter before he thrust himself forward. The tiny blood vessels in his right eye burst, staining the sclera red.
Does he hate me this much?Gustavo thought, stunned.
“I do enjoy this intimacy, but you are aware that in this position, it’s nearly impossible to throw me down without falling with me, right? Not that I mind. It would be sort of romantic. And they died on the same day, just like Romeo and Juliet.”
Seth laughed; his left palm slapped against the inner wall of the furnace, giving him a fulcrum. “We shall see about that.”
He shoved forward with renewed force. The stench of burned meat filled Gustavo’s lungs. He looked at Seth’s hand and the steam rising from it. “What the fuck are you doing? Are you insane?”
“Insanity is a tasteless word humanity forever uses to taint what they can’t understand.” Seth stared at Gustavo with the unblinking eyes of a snake. His expression didn’t display any pain or discomfort.
Gustavo should have struggled for his life; he knew it. Instead, he grabbed Seth’s wrist and yanked it away from the scorching metal. “You are insane if you think killing me is worth mutilating your hand. How are you going to work with such burns?”
Seth froze. Confusion pooled behind his dilated pupils. He looked at Gustavo as if seeing him for the first time. His onslaught weakened.
It was a perfect moment to pull the gun, but the expression of ultimate loneliness, bleeding through Seth’s unsettled emotions, overruled Gustavo’s sanity. The sole of his foot found the wall behind him; he thrust his chest forward and brushed his lips against Seth’s mouth, pushing him away from the scorching heat.
Rough, dry, firm, the kiss tasted like electricity and rain. It made Gustavo’s lips throb with heat. Seth hurled away as if a whip had hit him across the face. All his confidence, all his hatred disappeared. His eyes widened and he stumbled backward until his back hit the railings.
With his body awareness returning, Gustavo touched the wound on his neck, panting. He glanced at his bloody fingers, then back to Seth. “Damn, you cut me again. Seriously… My feelings are hurt.”
Seth’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. A vortex of thoughts swirled behind his pupils before his cheek flinched, lips parted, and the deathly voice rustled, “Don’t cross my way again.”
Without a word, he slipped down the ladder.
“Wait, Loco. I said, wait!” Gustavo called after him, but his lungs spasmed from the dry, hot air. He doubled over in a coughing fit. When he straightened, Seth had disappeared behind the corner. “You need help. Aren’t you fucking hurt?”
The hurried footsteps died in the distance. Soon, not even the echo reached his ears.
His skin blazed, cock throbbed, uncomfortably tight in his pants. He slammed the shield up, putting all his annoyance into the move, then picked up the pieces of the broken punch dagger. They were still warm. With a smirk, he put them in his pocket, plucked his phone out, and dialed Diego. “Let him go.”
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Pressing a handkerchiefto his neck,Gustavo stumbled out of the industrial building and into the rain; his heart still drumming in his chest as adrenaline afterglow shook his fingers. He hadn’t felt this high since the night he first met Seth.
The cut on his neck stung, the bleeding didn’t want to stop, but his wide smile refused to abate. He still felt Seth’s lips against his own, dry and rough.If I knew a kiss could stop him, I would have done it long ago.
A blurry figure cut through the rain, an umbrella glowing in the night with a halo of ricocheted droplets.
“What did you do now? Your Cinderella flew away in such a rush; I’m surprised he didn’t lose his shoe.” The umbrella traveled up, shielding Gustavo from the pouring rain. Diego lifted his chin toward Gustavo’s neck. “You look like shit. What is it, a bite of passion or an attempt to turn you into a vampire?”
With his free hand, Gustavo wiped his face. “Are you tailing him?”
