Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys, #7)

by Alessandra Hazard

And just his luck that Luke would invite Sebastian to live with him while Vlad was staying under the same roof. Vlad normally didn’t believe in higher powers, but if they existed, they must be laughing at him.

Sebastian had never been so utterly, totally mad. Generally, he was kind of shit at being mad and staying mad. His sister always made fun of him when he got angry, saying that he looked like a puppy trying to look menacing before forgetting about it and wanting to play.

He scrunched up his nose. “I can’t believe I had your cock in my mouth. I want to throw up just thinking about it.” Vlad opened his mouth and closed it. “The sentiment is mutual, trust me.” “Good,” he spit out. “Great.” Sebastian lifted his chin. “Perfect.” “Fantastic.” Sebastian glared. Vlad smiled smugly. Urgh— Their lips collided in a wet, messy, awful kiss.

think he’s actually gay, but I doubt he’ll ever admit it. The more he wants you, the more he’ll hate you and blame you for that.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he heard himself mutter, kissing those lips again and again. He sounded drunk. He felt drunk.

This was the first time he actually burned to fuck another man, make him fall apart on his cock. He wanted to see this proud, manly, homophobic and supposedly straight man turn into a slut for his cock. The mere thought of it made his cock ache.

“Wait. Did you break into my flat?” “Maybe.” “Maybe?” Sebastian spluttered. “And you see nothing wrong with it? What is wrong with you?” Vlad found himself smiling. “It’s one of the mildest crimes I’ve ever committed, actually.”

He stopped laughing when he noticed Vlad’s stare. “What?” Vlad said, “I like you.” Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat. “You like me?” “Yeah,” Vlad said, smirking. “You’re a little ridiculous, a little pretentious, but you’re all right.”

That was why he said nothing when Vlad whispered something in Russian, sounding angry and frustrated.

I could have loved you. In another life, they could have been something together. Something good and strong and bright. Something that didn’t hurt. Maybe in another life, Vlad wouldn’t have been raised to hate what he was.

His heart started beating faster. He thought of being able to call Sebastian his, of being able to spend as much time with Sebastian as he wanted, of being the only man to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him. He liked the idea. He liked it very much.

Nuzzling into his cheek, Vlad dragged his mouth along Sebastian’s jaw and sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t be your friend. I don’t want to be your friend. I want more.”

“Then be more,” he whispered with a smile. Vlad’s blue eyes smiled.

Vlad watched the happy couple share a kiss. There was nothing unnatural or disgusting about it. They were happy, they were in love, they were standing in front of their friends and loved ones, committing to a lifetime together.

“I love you,” he said haltingly. Those three little words had been on the tip of his tongue so many times lately, but Vlad’s hang-ups had always prevented him from saying them. “I love you,” he said firmer when Sebastian’s eyes widened. “I’m in love with you.”