“What happened to that polite ‘sir’ you were calling me earlier?” Sloan crossed his legs and leaned back against the leather. He touched Conall’s knee, resting his palm against his trousers. Their windows were tinted black, which meant no one could see them from the outside, and there was a privacy screen between them and their driver. Not that Sloan cared about an audience. He lived for adventure.
Conall’s gaze dropped to Sloan’s hand, and he swallowed around his dry throat. “What do you want from me?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I want you.”
“Why?” His hard glare spun on Sloan, and for the first time, he saw the fear. “You could have had any of the whores. They’re trained for this sort of thing. I’m just a businessman, like you.”
“But you’re not like me, are you? I wouldn’t have allowed Hell’s Kitchen to make more profit than my establishment.” Sloan tutted again and removed his hand. He uncrossed his legs and spread his knees. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
“This isn’t Walmart. I’m not open twenty-four hours a day,” he snapped, but there was a flicker in his eyes, a sort of interest as he stared down at Sloan’s crotch.
Sloan laughed harder and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his cock. “You’ll be open when I tell you to be open. Your mouth. My cock. Now. And if you use your teeth, I’ll slit your throat.”
Conall licked his lips, a hunger flashing in his eyes. He leaned forward, then paused and glared again. “You’re an arsehole.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t want to suck it, pet. I see the interest in your eyes.”
“I like cocks,” Conall growled, yet he didn’t look so resistant now as he leaned down and wrapped his long fingers around Sloan’s hard erection. But before he could take Sloan’s cock in his mouth, Sloan grabbed his chin and dragged him up.
“I don’t fuck unwilling men.”
His pet snorted. “Could have fooled me.”
“You’re not unwilling.” Sloan traced Conall’s bottom lip with his thumb. “Tell me how much you want to suck my cock.”
“Fuck you.”
“Didn’t I tell you to watch your language?”
Conall snorted. “Why can you swear?”
“Because I know when it’s appropriate and when it’s not.” Sloan captured Conall’s mouth with his own, devouring and owning it in the way he’d wanted to since he first saw his pet. He tasted as bitter as his attitude, and Sloan wanted more. He wanted his pet begging for his touch, and that meant breaking his wild nature. That’s what he was most excited about.
Conall glared when they broke apart, but his tongue swiped over his lips, as though he were catching Sloan’s lingering taste on them. His hand still touched Sloan’s cock, squeezing it gently.
“Tell me how much you want to suck my cock,” Sloan repeated.
Those dark blue eyes flickered, something akin to a mixture of anger and need burning in them. His jaw tightened, then released, and he exhaled. “I only want to suck it because I don’t want to die.”
Sloan fell back against the leather seat and stretched his arm out over the back of the headrests, behind Conall. He grinned, amusement bubbling inside his chest. “I don’t believe you.” He waved his hand in the direction of his exposed erection. “But put that naughty mouth to use, pet.”
“Stop calling me that,” he grumbled.
“No.” Sloan nodded at his cock. “Now suck.”
Conall made a noise in the back of his throat and shifted forward. He took the tip of Sloan’s cock in his mouth, sucking softly on it. It was a tentative action, like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the hardness in his hand.
Sloan’s eyebrow rose. “Have you sucked a cock before, pet?”
Conall’s mouth popped off him and he turned his face away. “Of course I have.”
Sloan grabbed his chin again and forced him to look his way. Conall’s cheeks were flushed crimson, a beautiful contrast against his tanned skin. “Don’t lie to me. You’ll come to learn quickly that I don’t tolerate liars, Conall.”
He looked at Sloan in surprise, like he was shocked that he’d used his name, but there was also understanding there. He knew by Sloan calling him his name, the boss wasn’t happy. He gnawed on his bottom lip, and he muttered something Sloan couldn’t hear.
“Speak up.”
Conall’s flushed cheeks darkened further and he attempted to knock Sloan’s grip off his chin, but Sloan only tightened his hold.
