Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys, #7)

by Alessandra Hazard

Sebastian Sumner was twenty-five, seven years younger than him, and was a successful model who lived in London.

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.

I 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.”

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” Sebastian said, his voice strained. “If you aren’t, I’ll go get another man to do it. Someone who knows what he’s doing.” Over his dead body.

“There are still times when I want to smack him. Roman doesn’t consider himself gay—he says he’s with me because he wants me, not my prick.”

“It makes me a bit mad, but it’s also kind of sweet? I love him, and he loves me. No one is perfect. Some things are worth it. Love is worth it.”

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

God, it was pure madness, the anger clashing with heady arousal and making his head spin with contradictory wants. He wanted to kill Vlad, wanted to strangle him, wanted to fuck him and be fucked, hard and dirty, until neither of them could remember their names.

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.

They fucked, hard and fast. It wasn’t sex; it was a fuck, as primitive and base as it could get.

“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.”

Vlad’s hard cock looking delicious against his six-pack. Sebastian stared at that beautiful cock hungrily, wishing he could do two things at once: fuck Vlad’s ass and ride that thick cock.

It’s sick. Vlad wanted him. It’s a perversion. He wanted him. It’s depraved and wicked. He wanted him.

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

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.

“What do you want tonight?” he said, slipping his hands under Vlad’s t-shirt with an impish smile. He was beautiful. A man shouldn’t be so damn beautiful. “You,” Vlad said hoarsely, pulling him down to his mouth.

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,

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.”

Don’t let a past mistake or the fear of a future one ruin your life. Don’t let him win.

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

“I hated you at first sight, I still hate you for making me so soppy, and I promise to hate you till death do us part.”

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.

Love was love. There was absolutely nothing wrong with loving someone of his own sex.

“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.”

“I love you,” Vlad said again, because he could, because he fucking loved this person, adored everything about him. “I love you, too,” Sebastian said thickly, looking at him with eyes that were a little moist. He was beautiful. And he was his.