Page 87 of Craving Sin

“I never knew.” I might have dated and been in relationships with other men, but none of them made me feel the way Rian does. None of them cared for me the way he does, either. Being the center of his attention is a heady drug, and one I’ve quickly become addicted to. “We’ll shower first, and then I want you to come on me. I want to smell like you when you take me out.”

He growls in response and takes my mouth.

We don’t quite make it upstairs. Rian blows me right there in his office, then it’s time for the shower, and for him to jerk off on my chest.

“Will you wear something for me?” he asks when I’m still on my knees, his cum on my skin.

“Yes.” I stand, and he rubs it in, before the two of us go to the closet. He pulls out a small black box. I frown, but take it from him, opening it to find a gorgeous two-tone—white and yellow—gold watch. I don’t know a lot about watches, but there’s no doubt in my mind that this one is expensive.

“Rian…this is too much.”

“No. Nothing is too much for you.” He takes the box from me, pulling out the beautiful watch with the blue face, before sliding it onto my wrist.

I have to admit, it looks incredible there—bold and strong, a reminder of him. “Thank you. I love it,” I reply.

“Good, and you’re welcome.”

Whoever took care of things at my house brought over more of my stuff. I wear black slacks and a gray button-up.

Rian goes for all black himself, and when I look at us both in the mirror, the epitome of dapper—Rian with a side of dark and dangerous—I say, “Damn, we look good.”

“Yes,” Rian replies, voice deep and husky. “We do.”

When we get downstairs, I stiffen when I see two men that I don’t recognize in the living room—one with dark hair and the other with red.

“Damn, Boss. You clean up nice,” the ginger says, and I relax, realizing that someone didn’t break in, and they know Rian. The guy looks me up and down, and I recognize that, whether the others know it or not, this man is queer too. “You got good taste.”

“Shut up before I cut out your eyeballs,” Rian tells him, the man laughing.

He holds up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m not going to do anything about it. I’m just saying.” He holds out his hand to me. “I’m Finan.” We shake, and he points to the other man with him. “Torin.”

“Abbott,” I reply.

“We know,” Torin says. “Everyone knows. Governor’s son. Dangerous.”

Before I even realize what’s going on, Rian has his hand around the man’s throat, and Torin is pressed against the wall.

My heart lurches. “Jesus, Rian. What are you doing?” I go to step forward, but Finan puts a hand on my bicep.

“Let him do what he needs to do. They’re fine,” he says in a low voice.

I rip my arm out of his hold just as Rian says, voice gravelly with what must be anger, “His father has nothing to do with who he is or why he’s here.”

“I didn’t…mean anything by it, Rian.” Torin’s words fight to get around Rian’s hold.

“Rian, let him go.” When he doesn’t respond, doesn’t even turn to look at me, I add, “Now.”

I have no idea why he’s so angry about what Torin said, but I’m not going to let him hurt one of his friends over it…kill him? Would Rian do that?

Rian’s hold on Torin’s throat loosens, and then a moment later, he steps back.

Torin pulls deep breaths into his lungs, not taking his gaze away from Rian, who isn’t turning away from him either.

“That wasn’t me taking a shot at him, Rian, and you know it. Being close to him and the eyes it can put on us is dangerous…but that’s never made me run before, and it’s not now.” He rubs his throat. “I definitely see you’re serious about him, though.” Half of his mouth kicks up slightly. I have no idea how a smile can tease his lips after what just happened.

But he’s right. I hadn’t really thought of that. When the two of us step out together, as people find out…will it be a big deal that one of Boston’s wealthiest businessmen, who everyone knows is the head of a crime family, is dating Governor Abbott’s son? I think the answer to that question is fairly obvious.

“You should have known from the start, man.” Finan chuckles as if none of this is a big deal. As if Rian wasn’t violent with him, and my existence in their world won’t draw more attention to them.