As the memories echoed through his mind, he tried to rush them forward, desperate to get to the part where he’s strode out of the gents’ room at the restaurant, leaving Charles Handsford in his wake, leaving the guy no more satisfied than he’d been when he walked in there.
Franklin shook his head as if he had no idea what they were talking about.Cameron bit back a snarl.He’d have to be a fool to believe that.
Catching hold of Franklin’s throat with one big hand, Cameron stilled his head.Barely keeping his claws to himself, he leaned forward and growled into his ear.“That’s not the way things are going to be between us.”
Franklin’s throat moved against Cameron hand as he swallowed.But, when Cameron pulled back far enough to look down into his eyes, Franklin didn’t try to speak.
“You’re not the one who makes the decisions.You’re not the one who gives the orders.There’s only one master in this room—and it’s not you.Understand?”
Franklin swallowed again.His tongue snuck out and snaked across his lips.He nodded as far as Cameron’s hand allowed.
Leaning in again, Cameron let his temple brush against Franklin’s hair as he savoured his scent and his presence.“You’remine—not the other way around.”
Another careful nod.There was more than a touch of fear in Franklin’s scent, but the subtle note of it was almost entirely drowned out by Franklin’s unmistakable arousal.That was easier.Cameron knew what to do with that.And he felt some of his own anger give way to lust in response.
He traced his lips down to Franklin’s ear and nipped at the lobe.Franklin tensed, his body jerking against Cameron’s.
“Your money won’t do you any favours with me.”Cameron spat out a chuckle that had no humour in it.“It’s more likely to see you whipped.It’s about time one of you was.About time one of the rich bastards who think they own those clubs got a taste of what he was so keen to dish out.”
Cameron rocked his hips forward.Franklin was just as hard as he was.Neither of their bodies seemed to care about the anger or the confusion filling the room.Cameron pressed their flies together, grinding their cocks against each other through the layers of clothes.
Franklin moaned.A moment later, he closed his eyes as if he hated himself for releasing the sound into the world.
“No!”Cameron bit out.
Franklin’s eyes snapped open.
“You don’t get to hideanythingfrom me.”Franklin was his.He’d had no right to stalk him through the club, no right to sneak into his head, take up residence there, but now that he was there, he had no right to try to refuse Cameron anything he wanted from him.“You put so much effort into finding me.Well, congratulations!Here I am.Now, deal with it.”
Franklin’s hips rocked, and Cameron had no doubt that at least some part of Franklin liked what he was saying to him.And some side of Cameron loved that he liked it, too.
Still grasping him by the neck, Cameron fumbled at Franklin’s shirt with his other hand.When buttons and fastening became too annoying to deal with, he simply let his claws tear the fabric away from him.
The rest of Franklin’s clothes quickly followed.There was no complaint from Franklin.No doubt he could afford to replace them a hundred times over.
Cameron snarled as he snatched the last shreds of fabric from Franklin’s body.The freedom to strip Franklin down that way so often appealed, even if the fact he could only do it because Franklin could afford to buy new clothes that frequently didn’t.
As Cameron stepped back to survey all the skin he’d bared, it was all he could do to bite back a purr.
Franklin was perfect.Cameron moved closer again, only to find his pet trying to squirm away from him.He caught hold of Franklin’s arm and stopped him short, jerking him back around to face his master.
“I’m not…” Franklin began.“I mean, I was just going to get my wallet.”
Cameron had thought he was angry before.He hadn’t been.Not the way he was now.Sudden icy fury made the world before him swirl and distort around him.
Spinning Franklin around by his arm, Cameron shoved him forward, bending him over the table.Pressing against him, he easily held him down against the smooth polished surface.
No!
No money.No one else.Just him and Franklin.Just what he’d felt when they were together before—just perfection.
Cameron scrabbled at Franklin’s skin in his haste to bring them back to that place where it had all been so simple.He slid his hand between Franklin’s legs and his fingers brushed against Franklin’s arsehole, but Franklin flinched and tried to pull away from him.
“No!”
Cameron snarled at the back of Franklin’s head.He could smell the desire in his scent, feel the need in him.He was only saying no because he wanted to be the one in control, because he was used to being the one making all the decisions.
But it wasn’t going to be like that anymore.No one was going to be making Cameron’s decisions for him.Cameron would be the one who was in control, he’d be the one who gave orders.
