Just a Bit Ruthless (Straight Guys, #6)

by Alessandra Hazard

That mouth. It was a cross between an angel’s mouth and a whore’s. He wanted to fucking wreck it.

He ought to be thinking about the best use he could get out of Whitford’s only son and heir. Instead, he had spent minutes petting the boy’s soft curls and staring at his mouth. Unacceptable.

And the boy looks…” Vlad licked his lip. “No homo, but he looks fucking beautiful all beaten up and bruised.”

“Blya, eto mne chto li nado,” Roman said, his tone irritated, before he pulled Luke up into a sitting position and undressed him quickly. Luke didn’t open his eyes, only vaguely aware of being forced into something long and soft. It smelled good.

He was all but shoved face down on the bed, but then a gentle hand stroked his hair. “Sleep.” “Uh huh,” Luke muttered before hugging his pillow and falling into a deep, untroubled sleep.

“I don’t know what I’m doing in your lap. Please do something evil soon. It’s freaking me out how nice this feels.”

“Jealous? I don’t like you. You’re a horrible, evil person.” “With cruel eyes,” Roman added, amusement lacing his words. “Don’t forget the cruel eyes.”

and his lips looked soft and very pink. It was irritating. Everything about the boy irritated him: the way he looked, the way he talked, the way he fucking breathed.

“For a fairy boy who dreams of nice men and sappy romance, you sure like it rough,” Roman said.

“For a homophobic man, you sure like groping me. Are you sure you aren’t a ‘fairy’ too?”

Roman grabbed his head and kissed him, pouring his anger into the greedy kiss.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, kotyonok. Take what you need.”

Luke made a small sound. He braced himself on the pillow, sucking in breaths, and then slammed his hips back.

“Look at you, getting fucked by a man who kidnapped you, and enjoying it.” He bit the boy’s earlobe. “Such a slutty little thing. Isn’t that right, suchka?” He dragged his cock out and slammed back in. Luke whimpered, burying his face in the pillow and lifting his ass higher. “Yeah,” he mumbled. “Don’t stop.”

“Good night, cuddle monster,” Roman said wryly and reached out to turn the light off, leaving on only the dim bedside lamp.

“Evil men get leeway,” Roman said, his face dead serious. “It’s in the ‘How to Be Evil For Dummies.’ Latest edition.” Luke couldn’t stop a giggle.

Roman’s gaze moved to his cheek—to where Luke knew his dimple was. Roman stared at it for a moment before he leaned in and kissed it. He kissed it.

“Do you want to get fucked, baby?” he murmured, his voice hoarse and thick, eyes fixed on him hungrily. “Do you want daddy’s cock?”

“Come on, princess,” Roman said into his ear, voice so low it was barely recognizable. He thrust hard against Luke’s prostate. “Come for daddy.”

Roman’s teeth grazed his jaw. “Who do you belong to, baby?”

“Goodbye, Curly,” Roman said, his tone a little different, a little tight, before disappearing into the night. Luke sagged back against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to swallow the thick lump in his throat. Goodbye.

“I can’t give you what you want, either,” Roman said testily. “No,” Luke agreed. “But you can give me what I need.”

Roman sucked in a breath. “I’m not sorting out your father’s mess for a pair of dimples and a pretty mouth.” His tone was harsh, but Luke wasn’t fooled.

Closing his eyes, he whispered, nothing but raw honesty in his voice, “I’m scared. I need you to make it better. Make it better.”...

When his head cleared a little, Roman found that he had the boy cradled against his chest, his fingers carding through the moist curls. Luke was nuzzling into his collarbone, all but purring. He really was such a kitten.

Irritated, Roman dragged her close and kissed her roughly, making a conscious effort to focus on the softness of her lips and breasts.

kinda cheating yeah?

Jesus fucking Christ. What the hell was this human being doing in Roman’s lap, looking at him that way?

Did the boy truly realize there was no going back for him? Because Roman would never let him go.