Sliding my fingers through the damp hair at his neck, I press his face into the mattress. “I’m in control, Cole. You can build your walls as high as you want. I’ll demolish them every time. Don’t you think I can feel you humping the mattress?”
Braced on my elbow, I squeeze his hip, grinding harder against his ass. “One day, I’m going to fuck you. Remember that tomorrow when Allie asks you if you love her.”
I glance down in time to see cum squirt from my dick, and I collapse forward, panting against his neck. Cole’s out of breath, too, and his sweaty back is slick against my chest. I kiss his neck and shoulder before pushing up and climbing off the bed.
Cole turns his head away from me while I free his wrists, and I hesitate, struck with a pang of regret. What if I hurt him? What if I took it too far? But then again, so what? He asked for a villain, and I’ll be whatever he needs. Even if I turn into the bad guy.
When he’s free, he turns his body away from me, too.
“Don’t ask for a villain, Cole, if you don’t want to get hurt.” I stroke my fingers through his hair, and he flinches. “Do you feel safe now? Protected behind your walls. You didn’t get to come. I bet your dick is throbbing, huh?” Fisting his hair, I pull hard, and he shoots up from the bed and fights me off, causing me to stumble back several steps.
I’m relieved, to be honest, to see the fire back in his eyes. The way his nostrils flare as he rises to his feet, ripping off the duct tape.
“You like this, don’t you?” I taunt. “It feels good to hurt, right? This is what you want. To be treated like shit.”
Cole comes for me, and we crash into the wall, knocking down a painting.
“What did you do to the girls? Why the fuck are they still asleep?”
“I told you,” I whisper, “I’m not a good guy. Do you think I’ll let our girlfriends stand in the way of me hurting you? Owning you? I did what I had to do.” I fist his dick, stroking the firm length from root to tip and smiling. “So fucking needy, huh?”
He grunts. “I fucking hate you.”
“Good.” His dick pulses in my hand. “You can hate me while you come all over my fingers.”
“Fuck you,” he growls, thrusting against my palm, his choppy breaths fanning my mouth. “Fuck you to hell and back.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My dick in your ass.”
“Shut up.”
I grin, nipping his jaw when he pulls away to look down at his cock in my hand. “You’re leaking all over my fingers. Such a filthy boy, hmm?”
Grabbing my chin, he shoves my head against the wall, and I laugh harder.
“Just admit that you love this.”
“Stop talking.” He shudders before crashing against me as cum erupts from his dick.
Seconds pass. Cole stays pressed against my chest, his face buried in my neck. Neither of us moves.
“Your heart is pounding,” I whisper against his shoulder, feeling the organ thrash behind his ribs.
He shudders, inhaling a ragged breath.
This is us.
This is our push and pull.
Our battlefield.
“If you ever touch me again,” he breathes against my skin, “I’ll kill you. I won’t hesitate to end you.”
Trailing my fingers through the sweat and cum on his back, I hum while his muscles shift and ripple. “That sounds like a promise.”
His husky voice drifts over my ear. “Stay away from me, Blaise.”
“That’s right, I almost forgot,” I say, feeling his shoulder blades move beneath my fingers. “I forget that you want me to hurt you. You’re not scared of me shoving you away or punching you in the face.”
