“Later, perhaps. I want you to fuck me on your bed.”
Cam was a good boy. Rough and ready, but he followed orders like a dream. He slid to his feet—I noticed for the first time that they were bare, clean, and as covered in ink as the rest of him—and held out his hand.So sweet. “Leave your shoes by the door.”
I obeyed, tucking my combat boots beside his, one pair battered and worn, the other stiff and ready for battle. Cam waited at the foot of a carpeted staircase, the cream wool pristine, as if no one ever made it that far, not even him.
“Come,” he said.
I took his hand. “You will.”
He chuckled darkly and led me up the stairs. At the top was a small landing covered by the same thick carpet. A leather armchair was tucked in the corner below a bookshelf, a long-stemmed reading lamp curving over it. It was too dark to see the books that weighed the shelf down, but curiosity burned a path from my gut to my chest.He fascinates me.
“Bedroom is this way.” Cam jerked his head to the left.
I tore my gaze from his library corner and followed him through the open door.
His bedroom had the same carpet as the landing, but thicker. My feet sank into the pile as I took in the rest of the decor—the heavy wood furniture and black sheets, the monochrome art on the walls.
The single candle on his dresser.
Thick and used and wedged into a wooden skull, there was something perversely beautiful about it. I pulled a lighter from my pocket and lit it, turning to face him as the flickering flame cast the room in a soft glow. “You surprise me again. I thought your home would be more—”
“Is this the part where you tell me you thought I was a basic bitch?”
“Perhaps. I would never call you a bitch, though.”
“Good.” His brief scowl was electric and my jeans were uncomfortably tight.
I took them off, losing my underwear along the way.
Cam swallowed and unbuckled his belt. “Come here.”
“No.”
He came to me and I loved that it didn’t bother him to concede. Defeat only registered with a wry grin that faded as he got closer to me and shed his own clothes.
It hadn’t been long since I’d last seen his body, but it seemed like a lifetime had passed since we’d been naked together. His cock tangled with mine and he laid his big palms on my chest. “What do you want? Cos I know that’s what we’re gonna do.”
“You did what you wanted the night we met.”
“Because you asked me to.”
“I did.”
“Alexei.” It was my turn to shiver as he breathed my name. “Tell me what you want?”
There were too many things to list, but alone with him in a room that felt like a sanctuary from the real world, anything was enough.Thiswas enough. Just him and his warm skin against mine, his lips claiming my lips as he pulled me close.
Cam, you do such strange things to me.
He kissed me and let his hands roam my body, sweeping down my torso until he came to my hips. One hand drifted lower, gripping my cock, and a tremor rocked me as he squeezed it tight in his fist, testing my pain threshold.
You will not find it.Physical discomfort didn’t bother me. It was a distraction from the ache I’d been gifted as a teenager—the ache that in recent weeks had only been soothed by him. I wasn’t about to tell him that, though.No. I let him search for whatever he was looking for, then brought my lips to his ear. “Will you tie me up?”
Cam wrapped his fingers around my throat. “You want me to restrain you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
