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And Zach had lost everything long ago: his innocence, his hope, his sense of self-preservation.

All he had left was the gnawing emptiness that Wyatt somehow made him forget, however briefly.

So Zach held Wyatt's deadly gaze unflinchingly, and let a slow, reckless smile spread across his lips. "Take me home."

A flicker of surprise flashed through Wyatt's eyes. Clearly, he had expected Zach to bolt, to cower in fear. Not to proposition him boldly, fully aware of the monster lurking beneath the surface.

But Zach had never feared the dark. So he crossed the dancefloor and let Wyatt pull him in close, those lethal hands gripping almost bruisingly. Zach inhaled the heady scent of him, his heart racing.

"Are you sure you know what you're asking for?" Wyatt rasped against his ear. The unspoken end of that sentence hung heavily between them.Now that you know what I am. What I'm capable of.

Zach just smiled slowly. "I want this." He dragged a kiss along Wyatt's stubbled jaw. "I want you."

A low sound rumbled in Wyatt's chest, part growl, part groan. His grip on Zach tightened painfully.

Then they were moving, Zach clinging to Wyatt's muscular frame as he steered them toward the exit. Zach's blood sang with adrenaline and lust.

This was madness, but he didn't care. He was drunk on Wyatt, on his raw power and the danger that clung to him.

Consequences meant nothing anymore. Zach was determined to chase this dark high straight to its bitter end.

Chapter six

ZacharrivedatWyatt'sapartment, his heart pounding with anticipation. As soon as the door closed behind them, Wyatt grabbed him and pushed him up against the wall, kissing him hard. Zach moaned into Wyatt's mouth, loving how aggressive and dominant he was.

Wyatt was so much bigger and stronger than Zach, and it made Zach weak in the knees. He could feel the hard planes of Wyatt's muscular body pressed against him, pinning him in place. Wyatt's stubble scraped roughly against Zach's skin as he devoured Zach's mouth, and Zach reveled in the delicious burn.

When Wyatt pulled away, he gave Zach another of those intent, searching looks. "What happened to you not wanting to be touched?"

Zach was already rock hard. He ground his hips against Wyatt's, feeling the other man's thick erection through their clothes. "Things change."

Wyatt kissed him again, hot and heady, and Zach whimpered, wanting nothing more than to get Wyatt's cock in his mouth again.

And from the look in Wyatt's eyes, the feeling was mutual.

Wyatt manhandled Zach over to the bed, practically throwing him down onto the mattress. He stood over Zach, gazing hungrily down at him. "Fuck, kid," Wyatt growled. "I'm going to wreck you."

Zach moaned at his words, his cock twitching in his tight jeans. There was an aura of danger around Wyatt that was like an aphrodisiac to Zach. Knowing that Wyatt could overpower him, hurt him even, made Zach unbearably turned on. He wanted Wyatt to use his strength on him, to be rough and merciless.

Wyatt straddled him, bracketing Zach's smaller body beneath him. He kissed and bit at Zach's neck, sucking dark bites into his pale skin. Zach tilted his head back, panting and squirming as Wyatt marked him up.

"Please," Zach begged shamelessly. "I want you so bad."

Wyatt's eyes flashed with lust and he captured Zach's mouth again. Zach clung to him, already addicted to the intoxicating thrill of being with such a dangerous man.

His pulse quickened as Wyatt's big, rough hands roamed over his body. These hands that had ended lives. The idea sent a dark thrill through him. Wyatt's palms were calloused as they slid under Zach's shirt, feeling the smooth skin of his chest and abs. Zach gasped, arching into Wyatt's touch. He was usually so guarded with partners, never letting them get too close. But with Wyatt, he craved the contact.

Zach reached down between them and hurriedly unbuckled Wyatt's belt, desperate to free his thick cock. As soon as it sprang out, hard and leaking, Zach wrapped his fingers around it tightly.

Wyatt grunted, his eyes boring intensely into Zach's. Zach stroked him slowly, teasingly, relishing the silky feel of Wyatt's rigid length.

"Fuck, your hands," Wyatt rasped, his voice strained with pleasure.

Zach smirked, continuing his unhurried pace. He didn't want Wyatt to come yet; he wanted to draw this out.

Wyatt rocked his hips into Zach's grasp, his cock sliding through his grip. He unzipped Zach's jeans and boxers, yanking them down around Zach's skinny thighs, and reached for Zach's cock—

"No," Zach said sharply, knocking Wyatt's hand away from his own erection. "I want you to touch me here." He brought Wyatt's hand up to encircle his slender throat.

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