Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys, #7)

by Alessandra Hazard

“And Vlad?” Luke said, his voice very soft. “I don’t care about your views, but I won’t tolerate any homophobic slurs toward my friends. Give me one reason and I’ll fire you, regardless of what Roman says. If I don’t feel comfortable around you, I’m not going to put up with you. There’s enough hate toward us; I won’t tolerate it in my own home. Got it?”

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice low and a little husky. “You were amazing. It was kind of hot. Made me all hot and bothered.”

“I’m a big man, and I burned a lot of calories saving your fat ass last night.” “Excuse me?” Sebastian spluttered. “My ass isn’t—” He stopped and smiled sweetly. “Why, I didn’t know you noticed my ass, Vlad. Careful, or people might get the wrong idea, mate.” Vlad gritted his teeth. “It’s in front of me and it’s huge. Hard to miss, mate.” It really was hard to miss; those thin gray sweatpants left nothing to the imagination. Vlad scowled at it before lifting his gaze. “You sure you’re a model, with a fat ass like that?”

Words can have a lot of power and do a lot of damage.”

“That innocent animal pissed on my bed.” Sebastian patted his cat on the head, smiling. “Bad girl, Hermione. You should have pissed on his dumb face.”

“I can be your house elf,” he said. “I’ll do whatever you need, and I don’t need any clothes, Master.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so desperate to fuck someone, get his cock inside them, and fuck, fuck, and fuck.

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

“You’re not exactly ugly,” Vlad said gruffly. Sebastian chuckled. “Thanks, but I’m not cute like Luke. I’m also tall and pretty built—” “Your face is more beautiful than Luke’s.”

“Admit it, Vlad. You’re loving this. You love being fucked. You pretend to be straight—but you’re actually”—Sebastian slammed into him—“a total cock slut.”

The pretentious little shit was ignoring him, had been ignoring him since they returned to London. It was perfect, actually, since Vlad had decided to ignore Sebastian, too. The less he talked to the guy, the better. Well, at least that was the theory. In practice, he didn’t fucking like being ignored by Sebastian. He was going mad.

He felt like a goddamn schoolboy with a crush on a pretty girl. Except he wasn’t a schoolboy, and Sebastian wasn’t a pretty girl by any stretch of imagination. He was just pretty. So fucking pretty. And he had such a pretty smile—

He was drawn to this man like a bee to honey.

“But there’s this thing in me that blames you, because it’s not just anyone who makes me feel like a horny, obsessed schoolboy with one-track mind. It’s you.”

still don’t get where you’re going with this. Did you come here to beat me up? Again?” “I came here because I couldn’t fucking stay away,”

Fuck, if there was heaven, it must feel like this. Vlad didn’t want to ever pull out.

It was bad enough that he was kind of…addicted to Vlad in the worst possible ways. When Vlad kissed him, he felt worshiped. When Vlad touched him, he melted into the touch, wanting more, more, and more, until their bodies were inside each other. When Vlad stared at him, he felt beautiful and interesting. The latter was particularly intoxicating. He loved how badly Vlad wanted him, loved seeing the reluctant attraction and fascination in Vlad’s eyes when he looked at him. Sebastian couldn’t explain it. He just knew he got a bit giddy and warm on the inside whenever

He had managed not to think of Sebastian for a whole two hours. That must have been a new record.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t be your friend. I don’t want to be your friend. I want more.”

“In hindsight, I’m glad you slept with my girlfriend,” Vlad said, squeezing his fingers. “We should send Nina a thank you card.”