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“Do you like what you see?” His voice croaked.

“Take them all the way off.” Mr Milnes whispered command shouldn’t be so goddamned pleasurable. Theo swallowed. He’d have to sit to remove his breeches completely, so he walked to the incredible bed and sat, leaning forward to take off his boots, then slowly peeled his breaches off. It couldn’t possibly be an attractive sight for Mr Milnes, since he was bent over and focused on his clothes, yet Mr Milnes moved closer until he stood in front of Theo.

“It’s good to see one of the toffs manage to undress himself all alone.”

Theo glared at Mr Milnes. “I’ve been a soldier. I don’t need a valet for basic functions.”

“A soldier? On the Peninsula? Did you see action?”

“Yes. And it’s nothing to be glorified.” It was also the very last thing he wanted to think about now, as he was mostly naked—wearing only his unbuttoned shirt—while sitting on Mr Milnes’ incredible bed. The scar on his thigh should be obvious.

“I believe you.” Mr Milnes leaned forward and kissed him. Finally. He reached up to hold Mr Milnes, but Mr Milnes pushed his shirt down his arms, using it to trap his arms beside him. Heat blossomed around him and he let out a desperate moan.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“I could fuck you like this.” Mr Milnes gazed raked over his skin, leaving a trail over his torso down into his achingly hard cock. “Or perhaps you’d like to roll over for me and I’ll fuck you so hard your face ends up scratched by the bedcovers.”

“Yes.” He wanted all of it. He wanted to be covered by this man, trapped by him, and fucked into oblivion. Mr Milnes kissed him hard again, pushing against him until he lay on top of him, just like that day on the ice, but this time, it was deliberate.

“Or maybe you’d like to fuck me?” Mr Milnes broke the kiss, his lips curling up and his eyes sparkling as he asked.

He gulped. Not really. Mr Milnes tilted his head slightly, as if he could hear Theo’s unspoken response. He cleared his throat. “Maybe another time?”

“You’d better be good for me if you want another time.” The thinly veiled threat—command—only made Theo hotter. He nodded helplessly.

“I will try my best.”

“Good.” Mr Milnes kissed him again, but this time it was tender, and Theo was glad he was already lying down because he was going to melt into a puddle of sensation. How was he so lucky?

Chapter 6

Adam couldn’t believe his luck. The Earl’s long limbs and languid athletic form were his favourite type, and now he’d admitted that he preferred to have Adam slid his cock into him than the other way around. Fuck. He was in so much trouble. He kissed him softly, teasing out little moans from the Earl, loving the way he capitulated underneath him. If he’d known the old fucker’s son was so gloriously submissive, he might’ve used it against him. No. This was a gift that had nothing to do with that awful man. He traced his fingers lightly up the Earl’s arms, enjoying the way he squirmed. Adam had trapped the Earl’s hands beside his torso, using his shirt to keep him in place. It wouldn’t take much for the Earl to pull his hands out of his shirtsleeves, but so far, he kept them still for Adam.

“Wait here.” He wanted to test something. He kissed the Earl on the tip of his nose, then stood up, leaving him there, pressed into his bed with his legs dangling off the edge. The sight was too tempting, with the Earl’s slender hard cock fully erect, and Adam dragged his finger down the length of it. The Earl responded with a decadent moan that sent heat flashing up Adam’s spine. Temptation overcame him, so he cupped the Earl’s balls, then leaned forward and dragged his teeth gently over the Earl’s nipples. His groan and the way he bucked his hips sent a primal drive into his heart. He stood up, hoping that the Earl didn’t notice the way his thighs trembled with the effort, and bolted for his chest of drawers to grab some oil.

“Get yourself ready for me.” He stripped off his clothes, dropping them on the floor to be dealt with later, then dripped some oil along his cock. He had to pause mid-step because the Earl’s gaze hadn’t left him, and he moaned as he watched Adam’s hand. Hell and damnation. This was never supposed to be so good, and they hadn’t really fucked yet. Why did it have to be this man, this person with all that history, who caught him like this? He strode towards the bed—he needed to detach himself from his persistent thoughts and enjoy the moment for what it was—and drizzled oil over the Earl’s cock.

He'd moved up the bed a bit more and had his feet on the edge, knees up, and spread wide for Adam, but crucially, he hadn’t moved his hands at all. They were still trapped at his sides, held there by his shirt, and fuck, Adam loved that too much. The obedience pinned his soul with a dark need because it was the Earl who obeyed him. Somewhere among all the desire rampaging inside him was a nasty little streak that loved that he could make that old fucker’s son obey him. It spoke volumes for his need for revenge made this better for him. He wanted to scream, “look at your son now. Look at him loving my cock. Look at how well he takes it.”

“Mr Milnes?”

Adam blinked. Had he just been standing there, fantasising about a revenge that was unnecessarily mean, darkly disturbed, and yet wonderfully beautiful too?

“Was there something you wanted?” He stroked his cock lightly and tried to pin the Earl with his gaze.

“You.” The Earl spread his knees wider and Adam stopped tormenting himself. He drizzled more oil on the Earl’s cock, using his hands to guide it down and over the Earl’s hole. They both shivered as he opened up the Earl, whose breath was ragged now, and his hands were clenched at his side with the muscles of his forearms rippling as he held himself still for Adam.

“Are you ready?” Adam checked in again because he might think dark thoughts about revenge, but he wasn’t a complete asshole and he wasn’t going to do anything that someone didn’t want.

“Please.” The Earl’s knees trembled and the tendons in his neck stood out as he stared at Adam with his head raised off the bed. The way it pulled his stomach muscles tighter, showing them off, was a bonus that Adam hadn’t expected. Had he ever been with someone so fit?

“As you wish.” He meant it as a throwaway comment, a way to stop his body completely exploding too early, but when the Earl whispered...

“My wish is your command, Mr Milnes.”

Fuck. He squeezed the base of his cock to try and ease the pressure, then slowly removed the fingers of his other hand from the Earl’s hole and slid himself in. Oh fuck, he was so tight and perfect, and he cried out so beautifully that Adam wasn’t going to last very long at all. He grabbed the Earl’s wrists, loving the way his linen shirt brushed over the palms of his hands, and then he thrust. The Earl’s moan filled the room.