There, he brutalized him with a kiss. It was when his hand slid up under Ethan’s shirt to torment his sore nipples that the man’s body bucked.
Yeah, he liked catching him off guard.
Sue him.
It was fun.
When Ethan whimpered, and tried to reposition himself to straddle his body in that seat, he was set free, and even more frustrated than he’d been before.
He was breathing heavily, and staring at Gene with lust in his eyes.
“Wrong. I’m the vampire, Tala. Control means me being allowed to tell you when and how we’re going to fuck. You can flirt, but you’ll never get it when you do that. I’m in charge, Tala. Remember it.”
Holy.
Shit.
Ethan couldn’t think. His body was on fire, and Gene wasn’t a vampire.
He was the Devil.
And Blackhawk liked it.
Honestly, he was so turned on that he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be fucked in the worst way, and by this man.
“Say it,” Gene ordered.
“Yes, Daddy,” he offered.
Gene smiled at him.
“It’s coming,” he said. “Well, I’m cumming. You’re going to be incredibly frustrated by the time we call it a night. Blue balls will be an understatement tonight while we’re atDark Spirits. Trust and believe, my sexy fuck toy.”
Oh, Ethan had news for him.
He was already sporting a pair of them.
And they ached for release.
“Come along, Tala,” he said, opening his car door, and getting out.
Ethan obeyed, and did the same thing, as he fell into step beside Gene.
Someone was sadistic, and he loved him that way.
At the door, they knocked, not sure if he lived with someone or alone.
They hoped to find out if the man was with someone so they could get more information.
Fingers were crossed.
When no one answered, that was a good sign that they were going to be able to look around. Once they did, they’d figure out if a tech team needed to head there.
Around back, they arrived at the back door. Gene checked to see if it was open, and it wasn’t.
It was locked.
“Get on your knees, Ethan.”
