43-I [M]
Third Person Pov
The celebration unfolded with grandeur, the chandeliers throwing golden light across the vast hall.
Applause rose as the CEO himself stood alongside Jung Hoseok and Seokjin, announcing their powerful collaboration.
The air was buzzing with excitement... businessmen and dignitaries nodding in approval, glasses lifted in congratulation.
Taehyung stood slightly to the side, his presence quiet yet striking.
His red suit caught the light, the gold jewellery glimmering at his throat, but his eyes stayed lowered, avoiding the curious stares.
Every so often, he felt Jungkook's gaze cut across the room.
.. sharp, possessive, reminding him he was not unseen.
Yet Taehyung felt out of place. He wasn't part of this world of power and alliances. His fingers tightened lightly around the champagne flute in his hand, untouched, as whispers slithered toward him from polished lips and glittering eyes.
And people noticed.
"Can you believe Mr. Jeon married this man?" one woman's voice drifted across the crowd, soft enough to pretend secrecy, sharp enough to cut.
"A shame, isn't it? With his empire, you'd expect a proper family. An heir," another replied, adjusting the glittering diamond at her neck.
"I heard it's all for appearances. He must have his reasons. Men like him always do."
"Still... so handsome, wasted like this."
The words pricked at Taehyung's ears, each one heavier than the last. His hand tightened faintly around the glass, but his face remained carefully blank. He had lived long enough in a world of appearances to know showing reaction was dangerous.
His eyes stayed down, lashes low, pretending to admire the golden fizz in the glass while every syllable pressed into him like needles.
What stung wasn't the truth of their words, but the way they looked at him: like he didn't belong, like he was some scandal Jungkook had dragged into their world of glass and gold.
The women giggled again, throwing him another glance. "He plays the part well, though. I'll give him that."
"A pretty face. Nothing more."
Taehyung ignored them. He tilted the champagne glass, watching the bubbles rise and burst at the surface. Let them laugh, he told himself. Let them assume.
This wasn't real, this wasn't forever.
As the applause rose again at the announcement's close, Jungkook's head turned briefly, his dark eyes cutting through the crowd until they found him.
Just for a second.
I see you. Don't forget whose name is inked on your waist.
Taehyung lowered his eyes instantly, breaking the connection before it burned too deep. He let out a soft, steady breath, willing the tightness in his chest to fade. He could endure their whispers.
He had endured worse.
Jungkook finally broke away from the cluster of guests, his polished smile fading the moment his eyes landed on Taehyung standing alone by the corner table. He approached with a casual grace, though every step carried an authority that made heads turn.
Taehyung, sensing his presence, kept his eyes down, refusing to acknowledge him. He swirled the champagne flute in his hand, pretending to admire the bubbles, though his chest tightened.
Without a word, Jungkook reached out and plucked the glass neatly from Taehyung's fingers. The abruptness made Taehyung's breath hitch, but he didn't protest.
Jungkook flicked his fingers toward a nearby waiter, his silent command enough. The waiter hurried forward, tray balanced with fresh drinks. Jungkook selected a glass of soft juice and pressed it into Taehyung's hand.
For a moment, Taehyung hesitated, his lashes lowering as though the simple gesture weighed heavier than it should.
Then, slowly, he accepted it, his fingers brushing Jungkook's briefly before he pulled away, staring down at the glass like it held all the answers he was too afraid to seek.
A woman from the business circle approached, her eyes locking instantly on Jungkook as though Taehyung didn't even exist. Taehyung noticed the way her gaze lingered, almost shameless, but he didn't care enough to react.
He simply lifted his glass of juice to his lips, taking a slow sip, pretending the world beyond the rim didn't matter.
"Mr. Jeon," she greeted sweetly, her voice dripping with intent.
Jungkook's eyes flicked to her briefly. A hum It was a sound, not a word, clipped and cold, carrying no warmth.
She tried again, leaning closer, her perfume lingering in the air. "You've built quite the empire. No wonder everyone talks about you."
Jungkook didn't indulge her. Instead, his hand slid deliberate, slow onto Taehyung's waist. His fingers pressed firmly against the fabric, possessive, commanding.
Taehyung's glass stilled halfway to his lips, the sweetness of the juice suddenly bitter as his throat tightened.
The woman faltered for the briefest second, then forced a smile. "Ah... I see. You don't let him out of your sight, hm?" She tilted her chin toward Taehyung, her words playful but sharp-edged. Jungkook shook his head.
Then she laughed lightly. "He doesn't get jealous over you, does he?"
Taehyung's lashes lowered, hiding his expression. Why would I ever get jealous? he thought bitterly. I don't even like him.
Jungkook's eyes narrowed, the smirk barely tugging his lips. "He's secure," he said evenly, his voice carrying a steel undertone that made the woman's smile twitch.
"Oh?" she teased, unwilling to let it go. "But being secure doesn't mean you can't be jealous over your partner. In fact, jealousy sometimes proves love, doesn't it?"
The air tightened. Jungkook didn't answer her this time, only stared long, dark, dangerous until her laughter wilted into nervous silence.
His grip on Taehyung's waist tightened, hard enough to make Taehyung's breath catch.
Sensing the danger, the woman backed away with a strained smile.
"Well, you two seem... perfect together," she said before slipping into the crowd, her perfume vanishing with her.
The music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses filled the void she left. But between Jungkook and Taehyung, the silence roared louder. Jungkook's hand still lingered at his waist, hot, heavy, suffocating.
"You don't get jealous, do you?" Jungkook's voice broke the silence, low, silk laced with threat. His eyes searched Taehyung's face, hungry for a crack, for proof of something.
Taehyung slowly lifted his head, his gaze locking with Jungkook's. His lips parted, but the words came out softer than he intended, almost trembling. "No. I don't have that right."
The muscles in Jungkook's jaw tightened, his smirk fading into something sharper, darker. He leaned closer, close enough that his breath ghosted against Taehyung's ear.
"Who told you that?" he murmured, dangerous and intimate all at once.
Taehyung froze, the glass in his hand trembling slightly. He forced his voice steady, even though his heart hammered in his chest. "Reality told me. And you remind me of it every day."
For a moment, Jungkook said nothing, his stare drilling into him, and suffocating.
Then, abruptly, his hand slipped away from Taehyung's waist as though discarding him.
He straightened, mask back in place, and without another word, he walked away into the crowd, leaving Taehyung standing with his chest tight, his fingers still clutching the glass like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Taehyung let the glass touch his lips again, but the sweetness of the juice no longer registered. His phone buzzed softly in his pocket.
Taehyung's lips softened into a smile he hadn't realized he was capable of here. He typed a quick thank you and tucked the phone away. His gaze drifted upward... and froze.
Across the hall, Jungkook sat at a low table, legs crossed, posture relaxed, radiating that untouchable aura that pulled people in despite the coldness that kept them out.
The women circled quickly, as if they had been waiting for the smallest crack in his indifference. One leaned toward him, another brushed his sleeve lightly as she spoke. Their laughter was too eager, too loud, filling the small pocket of space he occupied.
Taehyung frowned. That was fast of them.
"Your eyes wander too much."
The voice came low, smooth. Taehyung turned Seokjin, holding his champagne, watching him with the faintest curve of a smile.
"I wasn't-" Taehyung began.
Seokjin cut in softly, "You were. Distracted."
Taehyung exhaled, forcing a weak smile. "Just... not used to all this."
Seokjin hummed, gaze flicking briefly toward the crowd around Jungkook. "Interesting."
Taehyung frowned. "What is?"
"For the first time," Seokjin murmured, eyes narrowing slightly, "he's letting women hover around him like that."
Taehyung blinked, startled. "You mean.."
"He never allows anyone close. Not like that. He keeps them at arm's length, always. Tonight is... different." Seokjin tilted his head slightly, the silver liquid in his glass catching the dim light.
"Oh." Taehyung's response was clipped, his throat suddenly dry. He tried to look away, but the image of Jungkook surrounded by women seared into his vision.
Before the silence stretched too thin, attendants entered, trays balanced with elegant masks gold, silver, velvet black. Guests reached eagerly, laughter rising again as they picked their disguises.
Taehyung hesitated before selecting a golden mask, its gleam echoing the pendant that still rested warm against his skin. Beside him, Seokjin plucked a sleek silver one without hesitation, holding it lightly between his fingers.
Then, the chandeliers dimmed. The light softened into something intimate, the kind that turned polished marble and crystal into shadows and fire.
At the center, Jungkook remained. He hadn't taken a mask. He didn't need to.
Even unadorned, he sat like the axis around which everything spun. Women still tried to draw words from him, but he leaned back in his chair, disinterested, almost bored.
Taehyung's grip on his mask tightened, knuckles paling as his breath left him in a slow, shaky exhale.
A voice rose above the hum of the crowd, smooth and commanding.
"Tonight, let the music guide you. Indulge in the evening... and enjoy."
The first notes spilled into the hall slow, dark, sensual. People moving toward the open space, masks shimmering under the dim lights.
Taehyung stilled. His instinct screamed to stay where he was, to melt into the background, unseen. But then... A hand extended toward him.
He turned. Seokjin stood, silver mask already resting against his face, his other hand outstretched, steady and waiting.
Taehyung blinked at him. "You're asking me?"
Seokjin's smile was small, enigmatic. "Who else?"
Taehyung's gaze flicked couldn't help it toward Jungkook. The CEO lounged back in his chair, jaw resting against his hand, watching. His eyes were hooded, but the weight of his stare pressed against Taehyung like a physical thing. He made no move to rise, no move to stop him.
Taehyung swallowed, heart hammering. He lifted the golden mask and secured it over his face, each movement deliberate, like armor being fastened. Then he placed his hand in Seokjin's.
"Shall we?" Seokjin asked softly.
Taehyung nodded once.
Together, they stepped toward the dance floor, the music swelling around them, every movement watched most of all by the man who hadn't even bothered with a mask.
Seokjin led Taehyung onto the dance floor, each step measured, confident, almost predatory in its precision.
Taehyung's movements were tentative, hesitant, his golden mask gleaming under the soft hall lights.
He felt every gaze of the guests, their whispered murmurs brushing against him, but he focused on Seokjin, whose presence was solid, unshakable.
"You're so tense," Seokjin murmured, his voice low, teasing, yet commanding. "Relax, just follow me."
Taehyung's hands rested lightly on Seokjin's shoulders, but his pulse raced not from the proximity alone, but from the memory of Jungkook
"Jungkook won't let you go easily," Seokjin whispered, almost a warning.
Taehyung hummed, thoughts swirling. "What will I do when the contract ends...?" He asked softly.
Seokjin tilted his head and gave a small, knowing smile. He spun Taehyung smoothly, pressing a hand at his back, pulling him into a closer turn. The brush of Seokjin's chest against his startled him.
He glanced toward the edge of the hall, expecting to see Jungkook lurking, watching, asserting control but the CEO was nowhere in sight.
"Let the contract end. I've already decided the way out." He said his voice confident.
Taehyung's throat tightened. He nodded almost imperceptibly, trying to convince himself that he could. That he could breathe here, for a moment, away from Jungkook's all-consuming presence.
The music shifted, a low, sensual rhythm that filled the hall. Seokjin's hand pressed lightly against Taehyung's back, guiding him, holding him close yet leaving just enough space to breathe.
"You look incredible tonight," he murmured, his voice confident, almost dangerous.
Taehyung's hands found Seokjin's chest, resting lightly as if testing boundaries, and whispered, "Thank you."
But Seokjin didn't let him step back. His hands tightened slightly, guiding, grounding, insisting on the closeness.
Taehyung's hand trembled, searching again for any sign of Jungkook in the crowd, but his eyes fell only on empty space.
The unease in him grew, a shiver of something he didn't want to name.
"I-I think I'm done here," Taehyung whispered, finally stepping back. His voice trembled, betraying the conflict between wanting freedom and the faint pull of desire he couldn't control.
Seokjin hummed softly, releasing his hold with a deliberate slowness. "As you wish," he murmured, letting Taehyung slip from his grasp.
Taehyung's legs felt heavy as he scanned the dim, vast hall one last time.
Without another word, Taehyung stepped out of the hall, his heels clicking softly against the polished floor. The corridor stretched dimly before him, shadows dancing along the walls under the low, ambient lights. His eyes scanned the space, searching for the unmistakable figure of the CEO.
Where is he...? he murmured under his breath, unease curling in his chest.
Then his steps faltered. There, leaning casually against the railing, was Jungkook. A cigarette perched between his fingers, smoke curling lazily into the air. A woman stood close to him, her wine glass in hand, lips curved in a flirtatious smile.
She leaned in slightly, laughing softly, her eyes glinting in the dim light. Jungkook's gaze drifted downward for just a moment, assessing her, then he looked away, exhaling smoke with calm, calculated ease.
A heat ignited in Taehyung's chest. His hands clenched into fists before he even realized it, nails pressing into his palms. The woman said something, her tone teasing, playful.
Jungkook gave a slow, almost bored glance toward her before returning his focus to the night outside, smoke curling from his lips.
Taehyung's steps faltered no longer; he strode toward them, eyes narrowing, the glare in his gaze sharp enough to cut through the shadows. The woman straightened immediately, sensing the storm in his approach.
Her smile faltered slightly as she met Taehyung's eyes, recognizing the silent fire radiating from him.
Taehyung stopped a foot away from them, every inch tense.
The woman raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. "Mr. Jeon and I were having a... lovely conversation," she said, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.
"I see," he said, voice low, clipped, gritting his teeth against the burn of something he refused to name.
Taehyung's jaw tightened. His eyes darted to Jungkook, who hadn't moved, leaning against the railing with casual arrogance, cigarette smoke drifting upward, the faint glint of amusement or was it indifference? in his dark eyes. Taehyung's lips pressed into a thin line.
"You... don't," Taehyung said slowly, voice trembling slightly with restrained anger, "get to play this way. Not with me."
Jungkook finally turned, smoke curling around his face like a shadow. His eyes met Taehyung's, cool, teasing, dangerous. "Play what?" he drawled, voice low, almost mocking.
Taehyung's fists unclenched just a fraction, though his body remained rigid. "This... charade of attention," he hissed, "to others, in front of me... I see it."
Jungkook's smirk deepened, enjoying the stir of emotions he had provoked. "You see it?" he murmured, stepping closer, the cigarette still dangling between his fingers. "Or you feel it?"
Taehyung's chest tightened. He couldn't deny the flare of possessive heat in his veins, couldn't deny the way his pulse quickened. But his gaze didn't waver, even as Jungkook's presence loomed closer, the smoke curling between them, the dim corridor shrinking around the tension of their silent war.
"You're insufferable," Taehyung muttered in fury.
Jungkook's lips quirked into that dangerous smirk of his.
"And you are the reason I enjoy being insufferable." he whispered, leaning slightly closer, smoke brushing past Taehyung's face.
Jungkook's gaze flicked to the woman, sharp and calculating. "Are you free tonight?" he asked casually, as if asking about the weather.
Taehyung's brow furrowed, a flash of irritation crossing his face.
The woman smiled, sultry and effortless. "Anytime for you, Mr. Jeon," she purred, eyes lingering a moment too long.
Jungkook hummed, a slow, deliberate sound that sent a shiver down Taehyung's spine.
"Meet me after this," he added, his tone commanding yet cold. She nodded, dismissing Taehyung entirely as if he were invisible.
That was enough.
Something inside Taehyung snapped. He lunged forward, grabbing Jungkook's wrist with a strength fueled by anger and frustration.
"Excuse us," he said sharply to the woman. Her smile faltered, and she let out a soft, incredulous huff as Taehyung's glare cut through her like a blade.
He led Jungkook away, the heat in his chest burning hotter with each step. His teeth clenched, eyes stinging with the fight he didn't want to lose. Jungkook said nothing, only let himself be dragged, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as though he were enjoying every second of it.
Taehyung pushed open the heavy door to the expansive washroom, pulling Jungkook inside before the man could react, and slammed it closed with a harsh click. The echoes of their anger and desire bounced off the marble walls.
He grabbed Jungkook by the collars, fingers digging in as his entire body trembled, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Why... why are you doing this to me?" His voice was raw, a mixture of hurt and anger, barely controlled.
Jungkook tilted his head slightly, the faint curl of a smirk playing on his lips as he effortlessly removed Taehyung's hand from his chest.
"Doing what?" he asked softly, almost mockingly, taking a step closer until their faces were inches apart. The faint scent of his cigarette lingered in the air, mixing with the heat of their bodies.
Taehyung's chest heaved, his heart hammering painfully. "This... all of this!" he hissed, voice cracking. "The attention, the teasing... making me feel...jealous!" His eyes glimmered with frustration and something he couldn't quite name, a storm he had tried to deny for far too long.
"Are you, though?" Jungkook's voice was low, dangerous, almost taunting, as he leaned closer, the space between them suffocating.
Taehyung's glare sharpened, though his voice trembled with anger and desperation. "I'm not! I don't even like you. You make me suffer so much---why would I ever feel jealous?"
Jungkook tilted his head, lips curving into a dark smirk. "So... shall I go back to her?" he murmured, leaning down, letting the suggestion sting.
Taehyung's fists clenched, nails digging into his palms. "Then I'll go to Seokjin-ssi," he spat, forcing the words past the lump in his throat. "I'll dance with him... let him touch me everywhere-"
He didn't finish when Jungkook's hand was suddenly at his throat, not crushing, but firm, possessive. Taehyung's back slammed into the wall with a thud, his breath catching as his eyes widened.
"Don't," Jungkook hissed, voice dripping with warning, his face inches from Taehyung's. His grip wasn't enough to hurt, but enough to claim. "Say his name again like that, and I swear-"
Taehyung swallowed hard, the press of Jungkook's body against his leaving no room to breathe. Heat crawled up his neck, a confusing blend of fear, defiance, and something darker, something exciting.
"You can't stop me," Taehyung whispered, defiance clinging to his voice even as it cracked. "I can go to whoever I want-"
Jungkook leaned in, lips brushing his ear, grip unyielding. "Go ahead," he murmured, dangerously calm. "But you'll still come crawling back, because no one else knows what to do with you like I do."
Taehyung's breath hitched, fury and desire tangling until he couldn't tell them apart. His body betrayed him with the smallest shiver, and Jungkook's smirk deepened at the sight.
"You hate me?" Jungkook asked, almost gentle. "Then why do you react like this every time I touch you?"
Taehyung swallowed, eyes glossy. "Because you confuse me," he whispered, fragile. "You make me feel things I'm scared of."
Jungkook's thumb stroked along the line of his throat, deceptively gentle. "Good," he whispered. "Then I'll keep making you feel them... until you can't think of anyone else but me."
Instead of replying, Jungkook's lips slammed onto his, swallowing the rest of his protest in raw hunger.
The kiss was brutal- tongues locked in a battle that left no room for air. Taehyung gasped into it, fingers fisting in Jungkook's collar as if to anchor himself, his nails biting into those broad shoulders even as he dragged him closer, needing more.
Jungkook's grip eased off his throat, sliding down to seize his wrists before shoving them above his head. He pinned Taehyung there, grinding his hips against him with a hunger that made Taehyung whimper against his mouth.
Jungkook's free hand squeezed his ass, rough and possessive, making Taehyung arch into him despite himself. "Ahh-" he moaned.
The washroom echoed with the crash of the trash bin as it tipped over beside them, but neither spared it a glance.
Their kiss grew dirtier, wetter, as if they wanted to tear each other apart.
"My jealous bitch," Jungkook muttered against Taehyung's lips, smirking when he felt him tremble.
Taehyung glared back through damp lashes and sank his teeth into Jungkook's lower lip until he tasted the faint tang of blood. Jungkook only chuckled darkly, licking it away before devouring his mouth again, kissing him harder.
The air thickened, the stench of soap and disinfectant drowned out by their ragged breathing. Jungkook's hand roamed lower, sliding beneath the hem of Taehyung's shirt to brush against bare skin.
He traced down over his stomach, stopping at the inside of his thigh.
Taehyung shivered violently, knees buckling when Jungkook pinched the clothed skin, making his breath hitch.
"Sensitive, aren't you?" Jungkook taunted, voice husky. He pressed his knee between Taehyung's legs, forcing them wider, grinding against him with shameless intent.
Taehyung let out a strangled whimper, half in resistance, half in need. His fingers twisted tighter into Jungkook's shirt as his hips betrayed him, rocking helplessly into the pressure.
"Shaking already?" Jungkook's voice was a low taunt against Taehyung's ear, each word dripping with mockery. "I've barely even touched you."
His hand trailed upward, slow and deliberate, until it cupped him through the fabric of his pants.
He gave a firm squeeze, just enough to make Taehyung's body jolt, a broken sound spilling from his lips as his knees threatened to give out.
Taehyung bit his lip hard, trying not to give him the satisfaction of a moan, but his flushed face and trembling thighs gave him away.
Jungkook caught his mouth again, swallowing his muffled sounds as his hand continued to tease, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made Taehyung's body heat spiral.
"I- I hate..." Taehyung tried to speak, but his words broke off into a strangled moan when Jungkook's crotch ground firmly against his, making his body jolt in response. His face now buried into Jungkook's shoulder, breath hot against the fabric as his resolve crumbled.
Jungkook smirked darkly, tugging at Taehyung's red suit jacket and sliding it down his shoulder in one rough pull. His lips latched onto the newly exposed skin, kissing and sucking hungrily, leaving wet trails down to his collarbone.
"Yeah? Say it," Jungkook taunted against his skin, voice low and dangerous.
Taehyung moaned helplessly, his hand gripping Jungkook's chest as his knees weakened. "I don't-" he tried again, only to be silenced by a sharp bite at his neck that made him cry out.
"Aahmhmm..." he whimpered, the sting mixing with heat as Jungkook soothed the bite with his tongue.
In the next moment, Taehyung was shoved forward, his stomach hitting the edge of the sink.
His palms pressed against the cool porcelain as Jungkook bent him over, their reflection staring back at him from the mirror. Taehyung's flushed face, swollen lips, and tear-bright eyes betrayed every ounce of his resistance.
Taehyung bit down hard on his bottom lip, trying to hold back the sound clawing up his throat, but his reflection gave him away... eyes hazy, cheeks burning, body trembling with anticipation.
Jungkook's hand slid down, gripping his ass firmly before spreading his legs open just enough to make him gasp. He pressed his bonar against Taehyung's clothed backside, grinding slowly, deliberately, so Taehyung could feel every inch through the barrier of fabric.
A broken moan slipped from Taehyung as his hips bucked forward instinctively, then back again, seeking more friction. His breath fogged the mirror as his body betrayed him.
Jungkook smirked, voice dropping to a husky whisper as he rolled his hips harder. "Feel that? That's all for you."
Taehyung's lips parted in a silent cry, his chest heaving as his head dropped forward, unable to hold Jungkook's gaze in the mirror anymore.
Taehyung's eyes fluttered shut as he felt Jungkook's hard length press tighter against his ass, the heat searing through the layers of fabric. "Please..." he whispered, breathless.
"Please what?" Jungkook asked, taunting, his tone a dangerous tease.
Taehyung's fingers curled tight around the edge of the sink, knuckles white. He wanted this... needed it. The consequences blurred into nothing; all he knew was the ache tearing him apart.
"Please... do it," he finally begged, voice trembling.
Jungkook groaned at the sound, his self-control unraveling. One hand pressed firmly against the back of Taehyung's neck, pinning him down against the sink, while the other fumbled at his belt.
The metallic clink of the buckle echoed in the washroom as he yanked it open with desperate haste.
"Be-be a little... quick," Taehyung whimpered, his voice fragile and aching with need.
"Desperate little thing," Jungkook rasped darkly, unzipping his trousers in one swift motion before shoving them low enough to free himself. He slid his boxers down just enough, hissing when the cool air hit his arousal.
With a rough tug, he caught at Taehyung's waistband too, undoing the button with impatient fingers.
Taehyung, flushed and trembling, helped him, pushing his own trousers down just enough.
The sight made Jungkook still, his eyes devouring the glimpse of smooth honey-toned skin revealed beneath. The roundness, the softness.
Taehyung's lashes lowered as he looked down, shame and heat battling on his face. "Don't stare," he whispered, voice weak but laced with desire.
"I can't help it," Jungkook replied, both hands sliding over Taehyung's ass, kneading the soft flesh. The moan Taehyung let out at the squeeze made him twitch with hunger.
One of Jungkook's hands moved lower, wrapping around his own hardness, stroking himself slowly as the other hand continued to grope Taehyung. The mix of sensations filled the room with their ragged breaths, the air heavy with lust.
Taehyung bit his lip hard, his hips shifting unconsciously back against Jungkook's touch, desperate for more.
The CEO's fist pumped steadily over his cock, eyes glued to the perfect swell of Taehyung's ass. Taehyung caught the reflection in the mirror, his lips parting as he watched the filthy scene-his own body trembling with need as his cock twitched.
A low groan slipped from him when a rough hand clamped down on his waist, squeezing possessively. He gulped, heat pooling low in his belly, every nerve screaming to give in.
He knew it was wrong-knew he was about to let the wrong man inside him. But his body didn't care. Desire had him in a chokehold, leaving him helpless, dizzy, and aching to be filled. By this man.