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“If you lose, I’ll tell you to cheer you up.” He makes a kissy face at me.
“Dick,” I mutter.
“Not dick. Boyfriend, yes?” he says through a laugh.
“Is that what the word means?” I smile against my will, hating that I’m giving him the damn satisfaction.
Ktytor shakes his head. “No, it doesn’t mean that, but I think boyfriend is better to call me than dick. No?”
I shake my head because I walked right into that one. “It is better.”
“So this is yes, right? Because I promise my jealousy is only getting worse from here, so is better to have rules. I make no jokes about killing.”
“What are those rules, exactly?” I ask like I don’t know what he wants.
“Don’t play me, Seaborn.”
“Does that mean only you get to touch me?”
“It means no one else better touch your cock. Is mine.” Ktytor glances at my dick and slides a hand around my thigh. “You understand?”
“It’s all yours. And I’ll use it to help console you after your loss tomorrow,” I say putting my hand on his.
“I’m not going to lose.”
“Good luck with that,” I mutter.
“I don’t need good luck. You keep the luck. It might help you.” Ktytor takes my fork out of my hand.
“I wasn’t done.”
“You can finish after you fuck me” He nips at my jaw.
“You’re right. I’m done. Let’s go to my room.”
“No. We’re fucking in the kitchen because your roommates pissed me off.” He sits on the counter and opens his knees.
“Fuck. You’re right.”
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His eyes blaze, and he grabs me, yanking me to the edge of the counter.
“I like it when you’re like this.”
“Like what?” Ronan attacks my neck, sucking and kissing.
My head falls back. “Like you can’t keep your hands off me.”
“It’s more than that.” His tone is playful.
“What is it?” I thread my fingers through his hair.
“I get to take all my feelings out on your ass.” He’s got me curious.
“I thought you weren’t still mad.” I tug his hair so he’ll look up.
