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He looks out toward the street before flicking the cigarette to the ground, straightening up to go back inside.
“Look at me,” I demand. He stills, crossing his arms in front of his chest, peering down at his boots, blatantly going against my orders.
He wants me to fly off the handle, and it works.
My hand connects with his throat as I force him back. He flattens against the siding of the house, and I crowd around him. A crooked, breathless smile plays at his lips, proof that he won.
“Never fucking stop looking at me,” I grit out.
“Oh, but I haven’t, Dev,” he breathes across my lips.
“Then what do you call this shit with Julian? I know you’re up to something. Don’t you dare try to lie to me.” I don’t care how it sounds. No human being could make anyone crazier than him.
He tilts his chin up and to the side, baring his neck to me. Jagged marks are already engraved in his skin there from me—only me. The sight of it, the thought of it, him here strangled in my grip, it burns inside of me. It fucking burns like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and I’ll never let it go out.
I latch onto the flesh of his neck where he smells like mine, and suck him into my mouth, gnawing at him. His breath trembles slightly, hands flying out to dig into my hips—a reminder that he’s not impervious when it comes to me.
“I was looking at you the whole time,” he hisses through his teeth.
My brain tries to make sense of his words with no success. He was looking at me, but he was simultaneously rubbing up on Julian. So, what difference does that even fucking make?
Blood thunders in my ears as I roughly grab his jaw roughly, just the way he likes it. He needs everything to have a bite of pain. His skin blanches beneath my fingertips. “I don’t know how this isn’t clear to you yet, but let me make it crystal. No one gets to feel you but me. I don’t care who it is. It could be Satan him-fucking-self, and you’d still tell him to go to hell.”
His nostrils flare, eyelids getting heavier. “Would I, baby?”
My grip tightens, pressing into his teeth, despite the endearment settling somewhere deep in my marrow. “You would,” I seethe.
His hips jerk sporadically, seeking me out. “Maybe so.” His voice rasps through his lips, taunting me. “Or maybe you’d see him touching me, and you’d do something about it. I’m just so helpless, you know? I need you to stop me sometimes, save me from myself.”
He looks up at me through long lashes, the closest he’ll ever look to innocent. It’s a façade meant to unravel me. Rome being considered helpless is almost laughable.
That’s the thing about Rome. He wants me to rough him up, control him, force him, yet somehow, I’m the one perpetually trapped in his snare. He has me by the throat, even when my hand is wrapped around his.
“That’s what you want, huh? You want to send me over the edge?” I thrust my hips against his, grinding our hard cocks together as if I could fuck him into this wall. “You want me to protect you from yourself?”
His chest rapidly rises and falls, a flush muddling his pale skin. There’s mischief in those half-lidded eyes as he reaches for my other hand, prying it from his hip. He brings it to his face, scraping his cheek against my hard calluses. Then, the flat of his tongue is running up my palm, and two fingers are sucked into his warm mouth. Our hips rut against each other, more desperately now. A ragged groan falls from my lips, and the little psycho smiles around my fingers—a great big one, teeth cutting into the skin below my knuckles. The blunt sting of it clouds my head as he grabs the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I rip my fingers from his bite and slot our lips together. Our kiss is animalistic, the two of us competing at devouring the other. My tongue delves into his mouth, licking all inside, filling him up with me. I love the way he feels, love the way he lets me.
He grabs my chin, pushing me back just enough that our lips graze as we pant.
“You fucking own me, right, Dev?” he breathes, almost sweetly. “Maybe you’ll have to prove it.”
There’s something about the way those words dance off his lips like an easy threat. He’s only giving me a little, but it’s enough. He intends to do something, and I don’t know how far he’s willing to go. I’ve never known him to have limits.
It makes my blood boil.
If he wants me unhinged, it’s looking like that’s exactly what he’ll get.
2
ROME
All I had to do was sit a little closer to someone than I normally ever would to get Dev fuming, and he’s oh so hot when he’s like this.
Anyone who knows us would say that I’m the crazy one. I’m the psycho who sets things on fire, the one who’s willing to go to extreme measures to get what I want, but it’s as if they never stop to consider why Dev would be with someone like me.
The answer is simple: he’s as fucked up and vengeful as I am, but with a touch more charm and charisma.
He’s so charismatic in fact, that girls are still fawning over him at school, knowing fully well that we’re together. Maybe it’s because we’re both guys, so they assume that he’s missing out on something. After all, he’s always been something of a flirt—whether he realized it or not—and he’s only newly out about being gay. It’s reasonable to some extent that girls might still think they have a chance with him—the resident bad boy.
