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I open my mouth, not even sure what I’m about to say, but Dante moves before the thought fully forms.
One second I’m standing there.
The next, his arm hooks around my waist and the ground disappears beneath me.
“What the fuck are you—”
He throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. “I’m not done kidnapping you,” Dante teases, already carrying me across the street.
An exhausted sigh escapes me as I let this man carry me through the rain. His hand presses against the back of my thigh to keep me steady as he walks, completely unbothered by the fact that he’s hauling a grown-ass man over his shoulder in the middle of the night.
Dante reaches the back of the Jeep, yanks the boot open one-handed, and then I’m airborne again for half a second before he slams me down into the back compartment.
My spine hits a tarp with a heavy thud. I hiss through my teeth and push up on my elbows automatically, ready to mouth off at him before my eyes adjust to the darkness.
The back’s adorned with knives, ropes, and chains. Another body bag lies folded neatly in the corner, and a black duffel sits half open with enough weapons inside to start a small war.
Water drips from my hair onto the tarp as I stare at it all. Shit, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’s going to kill me.
My gaze hones in on Dante, absorbing the view of him. He stands at the back of the Jeep, one hand braced on the open back door while the other drags wet hair away from his face. The fitted grey compression shirt is soaked through now, clinging to every line of muscle and every shift of his breathing, and the black snake at his throat almost looks alive beneath the water steaming over his skin. Droplets catch on his lashes as those huge brown eyes pin onto me, nothing short of pure danger and depravity.
It’s infuriating how attractive he is like this. All violent, wet, and breathing hard. Jesus, like my dick isn’t hard enough already, I’m practically leaking in my boxers.
Chapter 26
Dante
Excuse my rude manners when I tied up this sexy specimen with the intention of blowing his skull wide open.
I don’t particularly take well to others touching what’s mine, nor when what’s mine decides to willingly jump into another man’s embrace without even so much as a thought to the one he belongs to.
Would I have been able to pull that trigger and paint the street with Adrian’s blood? Well, I am not about to debate that with yours truly. But I do know this: I would have killed that man even if he didn’t try to force himself on Adrian. But since he did, I’m mentally sifting through every possible way I can end his life in the worst way possible. I want to make him fucking suffer, but I don’t want to drag it out. No, I think I would tire of it too quickly. If I give him a quick death, though, then I feel like I’ll miss out on the delicious suffering he could’ve had.
“Dante,” Adrian’s sweet voice breathes, and it almost sounds pleading. He’s done a fucking fantastic job riling me up. And all he had to do was admit that he wants me. But he didn’t just say that he wants me. He practically admitted that he could be with no other than me. And the added bonus is that he acknowledges that we’re dating, of course.
I won’t forget about this other guy though; I’ll deal with him eventually. But right now, I gotta take care of what’s mine. Rid his soul and body of the rot that Gideon left on him.
“You know I am offended by your actions tonight,” I start at his knees and trail my hands down his shins.
“We’ve already talked about—”
“I should teach you a lesson,” I interrupt him, slipping the knife—I see glint there— from his boots, “remind you who you belong to.” His eyes follow the knife as I glide it up his inner thigh. I fully climb in the Jeep, nudging Adrian’s legs apart so I can slot myself between them. I drag the tip of the knife over his bulge, and he shudders.
“Instead of blowing your brains out, I’m opting for fucking your brains out,” Adrian’s lips spread into a smile before he laughs.
“Do you ever think before you speak?” he teases.
“Don’t need to,” I shrug, smirking back at him.
His hand travels down his chest and abdomen and clasps over the knife, pressing it further against his clothed cock. He languidly thrusts his hips up into my hand. My breath hitches as I am completely entranced by the show.
“Show me what you’ve got,” he sighs, “or are you all bark and no bite?”
I press his hips down, palming over his erection, while sliding the blade against his lips. “Be careful what you wish for, stray.”
Adrian replies to that by darting out his tongue, licking over the tip, and my brain nearly short-circuits.
“I’m really going to fucking devour you.” My own tongue joins the dangerous battle, lapping over the metal and his plush lips. Adrian's hips writhe under me, rubbing over my cock and earning him a low groan.
