Page 38 of Chasing After You (Twisted Desires #3)

Dorian

Josh blinked, taking a step back in confusion. “What?”

“We’re going to burn the house down.”

“I don’t think I’m hearing you right.”

“I spoke to this guy in Paul’s club. He knows how to burn things right. Clean. Discreet. He gave me tips.” I kept my voice calm and gentle. “I asked him what makes a fire look accidental, how to avoid leaving forensic traces, what materials wouldn’t raise alarms. He walked me through everything.”

Josh’s mouth tightened. “You… you seriously want to burn the house down?”

I nodded. “This place simply shouldn’t exist any longer. I’ve been thinking about what to do with it since its ownership transferred to me. It’s not like we can live here. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

He didn’t look convinced. “But how do we not get caught? We’re here . It would be really obvious. Plane tickets, security cams, hotel records—hell, people could’ve seen us driving in. Isn’t arson a pretty serious crime? We can’t go to prison.”

“That’s exactly why we won’t do it while we’re supposed to be here.”

Josh just stared, bewildered. I stepped closer, stroking his bicep.

“We drive back out tonight and stay in a hotel two hours away—show up on security cameras, have receipts, everything. We’ll check in, make it look like we’re tucked in safe for the night.

Then we circle back after dark, on a side route that avoids toll booths and cameras.

We wear gloves. We’ll get a burner phone for the night, leave our actual phones at the hotel, and then destroy the burner in the fire.

We’ll wear disposable clothes. No traceable fuel. ”

He didn’t say anything, so I kept going.

“It’ll go up fast. Accelerant in the basement, maybe a broken heater rigged to spark once the fire’s taken hold. By the time anyone realizes something’s wrong, we’ll already be on our way back to the hotel. And from there, we fly out the next morning like nothing happened.”

Josh frowned. “But what about the car? Don’t rental cars keep track of mileage?”

A slow smile spread across my face. I was proud of him for thinking this through with me. “We won’t return the same car.”

“What? How?”

“Before we fly out, I’ll swap it at a rental kiosk for the same make and model. Or close enough so that no one checks. The rental companies don’t always check odometers on drop-offs unless there’s an issue. Especially if we prepay for unlimited mileage.”

Josh stared. “You can do that?”

I nodded. “I talked it through with Firebug. Paper trail shows us with a car we only drove to the hotel and airport.”

Josh still looked hesitant. “I’m not sure I trust some random dude named Firebug .”

“All I can say is that you were wrong about Paul’s MC being completely clean. Firebug is called Firebug because that’s his job in the club. He’s a pro.”

Josh exhaled, running a hand down his face. “I don’t know, Dori… What if someone dies? A squatter, an animal—”

“The estate’s completely empty, I’ve checked. The neighbors are close but not too close. They’ll call it in and it’ll be put out way before anyone’s in any danger.”

Josh swallowed. “You’ve really thought this through.”

“Of course I have,” I said quietly. “You think I’d risk you getting hurt? I’ll take the blame if we get caught, but we won’t.”

His jaw clenched. “Why now?”

“Because I want to build a life together with you,” I moved closer, brushing my fingers along his wrist, “…away from all of this. I feel like as long as this place exists, a part of you is stuck here. I can’t have that. I need all of you.”

Josh exhaled slowly, his face the picture of vulnerability. He said quietly, “If we do this… it’s both of us. Together.”

My gaze met his. “Together,” I affirmed, kissing his forehead and taking his hand. “But… before all that, there’s something else I want to do here. Follow me?”

“Okay,” he replied.

Holding his hand, I led him out of his old bedroom, out of the guest wing, and down the staircase to the first floor.

I felt as his walk faltered when he realized where I was taking him.

Daniel’s office.

The mahogany door hadn’t changed. Neither had the gold placard engraved with my dear old dad’s name.

Josh’s hand trembled in mine. “I haven’t been in there since…” He swallowed hard. “Since I killed him.”

“Since you saved my life,” I emphasized, squeezing his hand. “You were seventeen. You did what you had to do.”

“I still see it in my head sometimes at night,” he whispered. “His face. What he looked like when he fell. The… the stillness of him.”

“So do I,” I murmured. “But we’re not those boys anymore. And this room doesn’t have power over you or me anymore.”

“I’m not sure,” he hesitated, brows furrowed.

“You will be.”

I gripped the doorknob.

Then turned it.

The office was exactly how I remembered—leather chairs, heavy drapes, walls lined with law books and photos of him shaking hands with judges and donors. The desk was still the same dark wood, still standing like it hadn’t once been an onlooker in a violent scuffle.

And there, near the corner where it all happened, was a faint discoloration in the hardwood. Almost invisible unless you were looking for it.

But I was.

“We’re going to reclaim this room for ourselves,” I announced, walking further in.

“I don’t get it.” Josh followed me obediently, glancing around the room like Daniel’s ghost might appear and scold him.

I reached out and picked up a crystal paperweight from the desk, tossing it lightly in one hand before setting it back down. “Take off your clothes, angel.”

Josh froze. “H-here?”

I sighed happily, leaning back against the edge of the desk. “Mhm.” I raked my gaze over his muscular body. “Strip for me, big brother. ”

He was quiet for a few moments, staring down at his feet. Just as I was about to open my mouth and attempt to convince him, he tugged his hoodie off over his head, leaving his golden hair messy.

“We’re going to have sex in his office,” he stated, pulling off the rest of his clothing piece by piece.

“Yes, we are.”

As he stepped out of his pants, he somewhat excitedly added, “Where he tried to kill you for being gay.”

I grinned, delighted that he was into it. “That’s right.”

“Where I…”

I jumped in, “Where you saved me .”

He bent over to slide off his underwear, giving me a downright sinful look as he straightened back up with his flushed cock jutting up towards his abdomen.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” I said, letting my fingertips trail along the desktop as I walked around to the other side and sat in my father’s old leather chair. “Get up on the desk, Josh. Spread your legs and let me admire my property.”

He stifled a moan and walked to the desk. As he lifted a knee onto the dark desktop, his eyes darted to meet mine, as if to confirm what I wanted.

“I want your ass on the desk, angel.” He exhaled and climbed up. “Good. Such a good sub for me. Now, bring your ass right to the edge—yes, just like that. Good, now raise your knees, spread those legs, and plant your feet.”

“Like—like this?” he asked, panting heavily, his face flushed.

I took in the stunning picture he made. He was leaning back on his elbows, legs spread as far as he could manage, completely exposed to me.

His hole clenched under my attention, beckoning me.

Josh whined, reminding me of his question.

“Yes, just like that, angel,” I breathed. “My angel.”

God, he was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.

The body of a Greek god, chiseled and honed to perfection, sun-drenched skin, those generously expressive eyes that were as green as a forest.

He was the antithesis of power and surrender.

A delicate soul in the body of a lion.

“Your body was made for me to worship,” I groaned before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the top of each foot. Josh shivered, his cock twitching, as I began to kiss up his body. “Anything. I’ll do anything for you. I live for you.”

“Dori, please,” he begged, voice shaking. “I-I need you.”

“I know, angel, I know.” I pressed a kiss into the crease of his hip before taking the skin there between my teeth and sucking bruises into it. He whined, but did his best to stay in position.

“ Please. ”

I licked my way over to his dripping cock, sucking it into the wet heat of my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Dori. Yes, please, more,” he moaned, bucking his hips forward just a bit.

I swirled my tongue around his throbbing length as I took him deeper.

I clumsily undid my own pants, pulling my aching erection out.

With one hand, I stroked myself, and with the other, I fondled his balls, rolling them in my palm.

I stood from the chair, taking my hand off my dick and bringing it up towards Josh’s mouth. “Get my fingers nice and wet,” I instructed as I came up for air.

I hissed as Josh sucked three of my fingers into his mouth, drenching them with his saliva. When he released them, I brought them down to his waiting hole, rubbing circles into his rim.

“Dorian,” he cried as I slid a finger into his tight cavern.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, humming, before adding a second finger. His whimpers and gasps and whines were a symphony, and I was the conductor.

Once I felt his hole begin to loosen, I slid a third finger in, crooking them together to tap at his prostate.

Josh moaned, a low, broken sound, then erupted onto my tongue. I spit his release out into the palm of my hand, intending to use it as a form of lube.

“We’re not done yet,” I chuckled, dribbling some of the cum onto my fingers and pushing it into his hole. The rest I slicked onto my cock.

Josh gazed up at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Fuck me hard, Dori,” he panted.

Didn’t have to tell me twice.

I buried my cock in him, my eyes rolling back at the tight grip and intoxicating heat of his inner walls. “Fuck, angel,” I rasped. “You take me so well.” My hips snapped back, pulling my cock completely out of him before slamming into his ass again.

“Oh, god,” he whimpered, rocking his ass back in time with my thrusts. “Fill me up, please, please, I need it. I need your cum. Please, Dori,” he begged, his head thrashing side to side.

“Rub your cock. Come and fucking squeeze it out of me.”

“Fuck, I love you.” He took himself in hand, desperately jerking.

“That’s it, angel. Fuck your fist for me,” I growled, fucking into him deep, pegging his sensitive gland on every other thrust.

Josh’s strong thighs trembled as he raced to the finish. “Almost—so close—”

“I love you,” I grunted, nearing the edge myself.

Josh’s hips stuttered, cum spraying out of his dick.

The responding clench of his channel caused fireworks to go off behind my eyes, the intensity of it consuming me.

I moaned loudly as I filled his hole, gushing my hot cum into him. He whimpered below me, bringing a hand to his lower belly, as if trying to feel the heat.

“Mmm,” he hummed happily, eyes half-lidded, and a sated smile on his lips.

“So perfect,” I murmured.

So goddamn perfect.