“Uh, because last night I thought you were going to devour me at any given second.”
He’s not wrong. I just didn’t think he noticed.
Again, I shrug. “Hate and lust can co-exist.”
“So you hate me,” he says, and it’s not a question.
“More or less.”
“But you want me, too,” he adds, a slow grin shaping his lips. And damn, does it look good on him.
“A fuck is a fuck,” I say, giving him a bored expression rather than the hungry one Iwantto show.
Landon’s smile falls.
“Aw, is that what Julian said when he turned you down?” I mock. It’s a low blow, but I need this to progress, and I have a feeling I’m spot on.
Actually, IknowI am, considering how he just smashed the glass he was holding against the wall next to my head with one powerful throw.
Annnnd that was my last vial of B109. That shit costs thousands of dollars; the organization willnotbe happy with me.
Therefore, I am seriously unhappy with him.
I rush forward, pinning him to the mattress beneath me as he struggles, glaring all the while.
As he finally settles, realizing I am far stronger than he is, I let my weight fully rest along the length of his body.
The length of his bodyandhis hardening cock. Oh, god. This is bad. My mouth is running away, right alongside myownthickening shaft.
“I should fuck you into submission, you cocky little shit. I should rip you apart so thoroughly that you can never throw a tantrum again.” The words are harsh and laced with need, the feeling of his lustful body egging me on in the worst way.
Landon takes this opportunity, the one in which I’m distracted by the feel of him, to flip us until he’s straddling me.
“Maybe it’ll bemewho fucksyouinto submission, Nate,” he sneers.
Nate.Yes, please.
“I don’t bottom,” I answer simply, though my anger still coats each syllable.
A dirty smirk forms on Landon’s face, his hands gripping the strands of my dark hair. “Fucking somebody into submission doesn’t require you to be a top. I’m justthatgood.”
I fucking bet he is. With his body as beautiful as it is, his face a temptation of its own, I’m sure he owns plenty of men with just a glance.
But I sure as hell won’t admit that. Not out loud.
“I highly doubt it,” is what I say instead.
And it’s a mistake. Abigfucking mistake, because Landon seems to take this as a challenge.
With a steady glare pinned to my face, his hands drop down to the button of my jeans, popping it and pulling my zipper down.
“Hey!” I shout, doing my best to resist temptation and push him away. But Landon is yanking my jeans down, staring at the outline of my hardened cock.
“Big,” he observes calmly. “Bigger than me. I rarely see that.”
Pride surges through me, and I forget to tell him to get off me as I soak in the feeling, soak in his gaze.
Until he pulls my briefs down as well, revealing all of me to him so quickly that I get whiplash. His eyes burn holes into the soft skin of my shaft, his expression hungry.
