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Caleb shivered, the words sending a delicious thrill down his spine. It was intoxicating to let Ryker take control, to guide him in their passionate encounters. The older man exuded confidence and authority, making Caleb feel safe and cherished, even as they continued to evade the ever-looming threat of their pasts.

"Y-yes," Caleb stammered, playing the part of the obedient submissive with practiced ease. "I'll be a good boy, I promise."

"Good." Ryker's voice was dark and silky, his fingertips tracing tantalizing patterns on Caleb's skin. "Now, why don't you be a sweetheart and fix me a drink?"

"Of course." Caleb extricated himself from Ryker's embrace, trying not to show his annoyance at the interruption to their games. But if this was what his lover wanted, he'd play along.

As Caleb moved toward the small kitchenette, he reflected on the countless times Ryker had commanded him during their time on the run. How the older man's dominance had become an addictive balm to his soul, drawing them together as much as it pushed their bodies to the edge. It was a dangerous dance, but one he couldn't bring himself to abandon.

The ice bucket was empty. The interruption grated on his nerves, but he couldn't deny the desire to be the perfect, obedient boy for his silver fox daddy. And there was always the memory of Ryker's skillful use of ice cubes, teasing and tormenting him until he was a quivering, begging mess. That alone was enough to send a shudder through his body.

But he was going to have to wait a little longer for that. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, trying not to let the frustration show. He glanced back at Ryker, who was watching him with a knowing smirk, and forced a smile. "We're out of ice. I'll just run down the hall and grab some more."

"Make it quick," Ryker's voice held a hint of something wicked, making Caleb's pulse race. He eyed Caleb's body. "I'm getting thirsty."

As Caleb made his way to the door, the weight of Ryker's gaze followed him, dark and possessive. It was a feeling he'd come to crave, the knowledge that he belonged to someone so powerful and protective.

Caleb straightened his disheveled clothes, trying to tame the lust that still flushed hot under his skin. He could feel Ryker's gaze on him like a physical caress, and it took all his willpower not to simply abandon the ice quest and throw himself back into the older man's strong arms. Instead, he forced a sultry grin, licking his lips as he said, "I won't be long. Just enough time for you to think about what you'll do to me when I get back."

Ryker's eyes darkened with desire, and he countered with a low growl, "You'd better hurry, or your punishment will be waiting."

With a shiver of anticipation, Caleb slipped out of their resort room, and shut the door. He jogged along the walkway towards the ice machine at the end of the corridor. The warm breeze carried the scent of saltwater and exotic flowers, mingling with the faint, intoxicating aroma of coconut oil that clung to his skin. As he went, his thoughts tumbled and spun, reflecting on the whirlwind his life had become.

At the beginning of the year, he would never have thought that his path would lead him here – to this sun-drenched tropical paradise, sharing a beautiful resort room with a dangerously sexy older mafia mercenary. And yet, here he was, daily surrendering to Ryker's skilled hands and commanding presence, losing himself in a world of pleasure that left him breathless and wanting more.

And it wasn't just the heart-racing, mind-shattering sex that had him reeling. Beneath the sex, there was an undeniable tenderness between them. The way Ryker held him close after their passion-fueled encounters, whispering words of affection and brushing soft kisses against his brow, made Caleb's heart swell with happiness.

The man he'd once feared had become his anchor, his safe haven in a world gone mad.

As Caleb rounded the corner, the ice machine came into view. He reached for the handle, his fingers curling around the cool metal as he prepared to fill the bucket he carried.

And then a sudden, chilling pressure pressed against the small of his back.

His heart stuttered in his chest, his breath catching in his throat at the unmistakable bite of a gun barrel digging into his flesh. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, each beat of his pulse slamming through his body.

"You're a hard man to find, Caleb Colby."

Chapter fifteen

Rykerloungedonthelounge in the resort room, one leg thrown lazily over its curved armrest. He sipped from a crystal glass of bourbon, the liquid warm and biting as it slid down his throat. The low hum of the air conditioning provided a soothing backdrop to his thoughts as he waited for Caleb to return with the ice.

Sunlight streamed through the open balcony doors, casting dappled patterns on the floor and walls. It was a beautiful day outside, and yet Ryker found himself captivated by the way the sunlight illuminated the room. A life like this, he mused, never seemed possible for someone like him. For two months now, he had been sharing rooms with Rowan and Eli, and things had changed so much.

He had Caleb – that hot, smart-mouthed young man who loved him like no other ever had. With each teasing word and sultry glance, Caleb had managed to burrow deeper under Ryker's skin, awakening a hunger he hadn't known existed. And then there was Eli, the sweet kid who looked at Ryker as if he hung the moon. Eli's laughter, innocent and pure, warmed even the coldest corners of Ryker's heart.

A wistful smile tugged at the corner of Ryker's mouth as he thought about how drastically his life had shifted. Working for Arkady Thorne had been his entire existence, doing the ruthless work required of him without question. He had always assumed that one day, someone would get the drop on him, and that would be the end of it all.

But now, he had a second chance at joy – a happiness he had never dared to dream of. Yet, deep within him, an insidious fear gnawed at the edges of his newfound contentment. Could this just be the universe playing some cruel game with him? Would everything be ripped away from him soon, leaving him with nothing but the hollow emptiness of his former life?

"Get a grip, Ryker," he muttered to himself, shaking off the somber thoughts. "You've got everything you ever wanted right here, so enjoy it while it lasts."

Ryker's eyes narrowed in determination, and he took another sip of bourbon, allowing its warmth to chase away the lingering shadows of doubt. After all, he was a man who had survived countless dangers and stared death in the face more times than he could count. If fate dared to threaten his newfound happiness, he'd be damned if he didn't fight to keep it.

Fuck the universe. I've got people who need me, now, and nothing's gonna take them away from me.

The sound of footsteps approaching the door snapped Ryker out of his reverie. A sly smirk curled his lips as anticipation shivered down his spine.

The door opened.

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