The sound of the fire exit door opening forces me to close my eyes, because I don’t want to look. I know he’s followed me. I refuse to acknowledge him.
Strong hands wrap around my neck.
“Look at me,” Carlos says, harshness lacing his words. He’s at the end of his patience.
“Get off me,” I say as I open my eyes and stare at those sexy brown eyes. I can see him unravelling, ready to take what he wants even if I don't want it.
“Are you finished now? Pretending you don’t want me? Take it. There is nobody here to see.”
“Fuck you.”
He scoffs and lunges his mouth towards mine, pulling my lower lip into his mouth and sucking so hard, I almost rise onto my tiptoes with the suction. It feels so good. Before I can stop it, my mouth is wide and eager, our tongues duelling for dominance, lapping up every ounce of flavor we can find. It’s passionate, it’s deep, it’s fucking heaven.
Carlos moans into my mouth as his body pushes into mine, the weight of him feeling euphoric as he takes my mouth with a brutality I never knew I wanted. I reciprocate the moan, getting lost in the best kiss of my life. When one of his hands starts to move down my chest towards my dick, I regain my rational thoughts. No. This can’t happen. Grabbing his wrist with my hand, I twist it, immediately ending the kiss.
“Back to hating me?” he says with humor, but I can’t miss the slight wince on his face from where I’m twisting his hand.
“I do hate you. You got what you wanted, now you can leave me the fuck alone. I mean it, Carlos.”
In an unexpected move, he uses his free hand to pull my hair so hard, tears fill my eyes with the sting. I let go of his hand, and he grabs my arm, spinning me around to face the wall where he has my arm gripped behind my back. I can feel his dick against my ass, hard and ready. But my arm is screaming in agony at the stretch. I don’t usually meet anyone who matches my strength. His mouth lingers over my ear when he starts to talk.
“I’m nowhere near close to getting what I want from you. But I don’t mind being a little rough to get what I want. I actually think I prefer it. Never underestimate me, little lion,” he says before nipping at my earlobe and letting me go. I’m flustered, angry, and horny when I turn to face him, but he just smiles, as he always does.
“See you around, Simon. I’m looking forward to seeing how this ends.”
“Bring it the fuck on, dipshit.”
With those final words, he walks away and leaves me confused and terrified.
8
CARLOS
S tubborn. That's the word that comes to mind when thinking about Simon as I leave the club. A hot stubborn mess. It only
pulls me in more. The reward will be worth it. I’ve never put this much energy into a guy before. He’s different.
My phone rings, and when I see it’s Lucas, I answer in hope that he has more information on what my dumb little brother is up to.
“Any news?” I say.
“Yeah we found him. He was hanging with a few guys from Santini’s crew.”
“Santini? Shit.”
“I know. The Kozlovs had some issues with them not long ago, to do with Lev’s guy.”
“Yeah, I remember. What the fuck is he thinking?”
“I don’t think he is. That's the problem. We’ve taken him back to his apartment and I’ve left two guys watching him. Didn’t think you’d want him to be left on his own.”
“That’s good. Thanks, Lucas. Talk to you tomorrow.”
“Cool. Tchau.”
“Tchau.”
I get into my car and start my drive home, thinking of all the ways I should just kill my brother and hide the body. To think he always offered to replace me as heir to my father, but luckily my father would never allow it. It would be carnage. The boy is stupid in all terms of the word. But I don’t trust him.
