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“ I wish you’d just tell me,” I groan ten minutes later, sitting in the passenger seat of his car. “For fuck’s sake, you’re acting like a toddler.”

“Nyet.” His hands are gripping the steering wheel so tightly, I’m surprised it hasn’t shattered into a million pieces—kind of like the way he’s shattering my patience by behaving like a tantrum-throwing child.

“No,” I say, my irritation rising. “No to your ‘nyet.’ You don’t get to ignore me!”

He pulls up to a stop sign, and because I’m dealing with a giant man-baby, he dramatically sticks his fingers into his ears, turns to stare at me, and says, “Nah-nah, nah-nah, boo-boo. I cannot hear you.”

I lay my head back and groan. “You’re adorable, but my Goddess, you are insufferable at times. Just fucking spit it out. What did I do?”

He pulls his fingers out of his ears and grabs the steering wheel before heading across the intersection. “Fake boyfriend,” is all he says, and he might as well be speaking gibberish as far as I’m concerned, because I haven’t the slightest clue what he’s talking about .

“What?” I ask, but he ignores me, turning his attention back to the road ahead. He flicks on his blinker when he reaches Second Street. I don’t know where he’s taking us, considering this a residential area, but that’s not what matters right now. “What are you talking about?”

His jaw works—left to right, then right to left—his teeth grinding. “That is who I am to you, is it not?” he says bitterly. “It is what you said at the inn.”

I study his face like I’m studying for a test, trying to understand why he’s so upset. “Abi,” I say, reaching out and taking his hand. I half-expect him to shove me away, but he doesn’t. He just turns his hand over and allows me to weave our fingers together. “Baby, please, look at me. I can’t make it right if you won’t even meet me halfway.”

He jerks his head in my direction, his eyes widening. “Baby?” It feels like every muscle in my body has ceased functioning. He looks just as surprised by the endearment as I am. In fairness, I didn’t mean to say it, but now it’s out, and he just looks so fucking happy. With one word, I ripped him out of his darkened headspace and thrust him into the light. He grips my hand fiercely. Furiously. Fucking painfully, but I never want this pain to stop. I want it to consume me. Just let it linger as a constant reminder that for one small, insignificant moment in time, I was his and he was mine. “May I speak freely, Tatum?”

“You can tell me anything. You know that.”

“I do not know that.” He shakes his head insistently. “Not always.” The car comes to a stop, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him long enough to see where we are. It’s like he’s a black hole, and his presence is pulling me in. “You keep me at arm’s length. Sometimes you make me feel like I am everything. The sun. The moon. Every star in the sky. I cherish those moments. They’re the ones I hold on to when ...” He lays his head back on the headrest and sighs. “They’re what I cling to when you shut me out.” His grip tightens, and I can feel his nervous sweat against my palm. “I do not wish to be your fake boyfriend. I want this with you. All of it.” He tilts his head in my direction, not speaking, just studying my face.

“All of what?” I finally manage to ask, though there’s no need. I already know what he means. My voice is shaky and broken with nerves, and it’s only now I realize I feel just as pained as the expression on his face. He says nothing, just gives me a pleading stare. “You want to be my boyfriend?” I whisper, like saying the words quietly enough might not make them real. “Real boyfriends?”

His head seesaws up and down. “Would you want that?”

I swallow the lump in my throat, wanting to tell him. Wanting to scream it from the rooftops, but I can’t get my fucking voice to work. I don’t know where we’re heading or what we, as a couple, would even look like. And there he is, staring at me, his mouth slowly falling open. I’m too scared to make a fucking sound, and he’s sitting there looking like I’ve just broken his heart.

“Abi, I don’t . . .”

He shakes his head, and I can tell he’s trying to mask the hurt. It might work with someone else—with anyone else—but it doesn’t work with me. I’ve spent six months literally curled up at his side. I know this man, and I know he’s close to breaking.

“Nyet. You do not need to answer. Take all the time you need. I am not going anywhere.”

I squeeze him, because I need him to know. “I’m not saying no. I care for you. Deeply. I just need a little time.” In a last-ditch effort to drive the fact home, I dive forward, pressing my lips against his. It isn’t anything special. It’s hardly the kiss to end all kisses, but it’s a kiss that shakes me to the core. I think he feels it too. No. I know he does. It’s there, sparkling in his love-drunk eyes. It’s in the way his hand rests flush against my heart, his nails digging in ever so slightly. Mostly, it’s in the way he pulls away, brings my hand to his lips, and kisses my knuckles, one by one.

“Thank you,” he says .

When he releases my hand, I catch him off guard, tickling his palm. “I’m happy to be of service. Now, where are we?” Tearing my eyes away from him, I’m finally able to see where he’s parked. The moment I see my ex-boyfriends’ townhouse, the blood feels like it’s drained from my face, and my mouth goes dry. “Why?” is the only word I can get out. I startle when he takes my hand.

“Before we met, when I was stalking your social media activity?—”

“You still stalk my social media activity, big guy,” I say, tickling his thigh.

“Correct,” he says. Fucking shameless. “But when I first started stalking you, before I knew the real you, I had your life’s story written in my head. You amongst a sea of boyfriends, each worshiping you endlessly, the way you deserve. To me, you were a strong, impenetrable fortress no one would ever dare breach.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “Then, I found out that was not the case.” He reaches for me, his thumb brushing softly across my cheek. “They had the whole world in their hands, and they threw it away. And do you know what I say to that?”

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Good,” he says. “I am glad they threw you away, because it meant getting to claim you as mine.” His hand drifts down the side of my face, not stopping when it reaches my chest, nor when it passes my navel. It only comes to a halt when he reaches my soft cock. His hand wraps around my bulge, giving me an affectionate squeeze. “Benito broke you. He stole the Bens to break your heart. He cost you this mysterious Austin, who you rarely speak of. Now, I am going to break Benito’s neck.”

As I try to understand the words he’s just said, he opens his door and steps out of the car. Moments later, my door opens, but I can’t make myself move. His words are ridiculous. What the hell is he even talking about?

“Do not worry,” he says. “If you do not wish to watch, you may stand outside.” He unbuckles my seat belt and picks me up with minimal effort. I’m still trying to process everything as he walks us to the front porch, lifts his leg, and kicks the door off its hinges with ease.

My body jolts at the sudden crash, and mental images of Benito mistaking us for robbers and gunning us down cloud my head. I’m shaking in Abi’s arms, and all I can do is bury my face in the crook of his shoulder and hold on for the ride.

“Knock-knock,” Abi yells. “Hope you cry, hope you die, Benito.” Though his use of my newfound catchphrase makes my heart race a bit faster, all I can do is whimper into his shirt. Part of me wants to demand he takes us away from here right this second. There’s another part, though. The darkest part of me. A part that wants to see this thing through. To watch as life drains from Benito’s eyes. “Do not be scared, Tatum. I will not allow him to harm you. I have a grenade launcher in my pocket. Would you like to watch his body turn to pink mist, sweetheart?” Before I can respond—not that I could even get a word out if I wanted to, because what the fucking fuck?—he chuckles into my ear. “I am only joking.”

Slowly, I tear myself away from his shoulder and look him in the eyes. There are glints of mayhem swirling in them, and the left corner of his lip is tugged up in a smirk.

“You are not the only one with a sense of humor,” he says. “They’re not home. You have nothing to worry about.”

“What do you mean? Where are they?”

“With any luck, they’ll be fast asleep in their hotel room.”

“Hotel room?”

He nods. “In Guadalajara. I hope you do not mind that I asked Scotty to give them the tickets you won during the masturbation contest. You said you did not wish to use them, so I thought it would be a good opportunity.”

“For what?”

He winks at me. “For what is about to happen. As I said earlier, Benito broke you. Now, we are going to break his possessions. ”

My mouth falls open in surprise. “It’s the middle of the night and we’re in a residential area. I’m pretty sure if the neighbors hear glass smashing, they’ll call the police.”

“You need not worry about them, either. While I was getting ready, Brody and Scotty went door to door.”

“And did what, exactly? Threatened them into silence?”

He snorts a laugh as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out two syringes. “You could drop a bomb in the center of the neighborhood, and they still would not hear.”

“The entire neighborhood? They’ve drugged all of them?”

Abi rolls his eyes. “There are only three other houses, it’s not as if they sedated thousands.”

“You can’t just drug an entire cul-de-sac into submission. Jesus, Abi. What if one of them had a gun?” As soon as the words are out I hold my hands up in surrender. “Never mind. Sometimes I forget we’re dealing with psychopaths whose arsenal could put the United States military to shame. Forget I said anything.”

“I couldn’t forget this moment if I tried,” he says, his voice taking an affectionate tone. “Now, let’s get started. I am going to set you down. When I do, you will take a hammer to everything he owns. Once it is done, I am going to fuck you on their bed.” He bridges the few inches separating us and grabs my ass with an unbearable grip. “I am going to make you scream my name.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“You may call me Abi,” he says with a ridiculous wink. He leans closer and takes my earlobe between his teeth, flicking his tongue rapidly against my skin. “I am going to come inside you. Fill you up until you’re mine.” I try to speak—not sure if I want to object or beg him to take me right here, right now—but before I can get a word out, I’m being backed against the foyer wall. As I try and fail to catch my breath, he yanks my shirt over my head, tossing it behind him, Goddess knows where. He falls to his knees and tugs at my shoes, launching them over his shoulder. Finally, he removes my pants, and I’m standing naked before him, my entire body on display. He drinks me in like he’s dying of thirst. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. We’re standing in a home where I was made to feel like nothing. Where I had to sit in a fucking chair and watch a spiteful, hateful man steal my boyfriends from me, night after night. Now, it’s different. Things have changed. Where Benito once looked at me like I was pathetic, Abi stares at me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. And maybe I am. To him, at least.

“Turn around,” he growls, and I happily oblige. I don’t know what he has in store for me, but I trust Abi Kincaid with my life. He grabs me by the hips, his thumbs kneading into my cheeks, pulling them apart and leaving me bare before him. “Arch your fucking back, Tatum. Do not make me ask again.”

Sweet, merciful Rinna, I cannot. His voice has absolutely no right sounding as sexy as it does when he takes on that domineering tone. It makes me want to please him. So, wanting to be his good boy, I follow his instruction, arching my back and guiding it closer to him.

“I could stare at your hole for days,” he muses, but I’m not sure he’s even saying the words to me. He sounds drunk on lust. A light flashes behind me, and when I look over my shoulder, he’s got his phone aimed at my exposed entrance. I open my mouth, but he quickly shakes his head. “Nyet.” He presses his thumb roughly against my hole, making me gasp. “It belongs to me. I will photograph it if I wish.” As if he’s trying to prove a point, he dives in, swiping his tongue across my pucker, making me cry out his name.

“Abi!”

“That’s it,” he says between licks. “Scream. I want everyone on this cul-de-sac to know you belong to me.” Considering he’s admitted to drugging every resident in the neighborhood, I’m pretty sure we’re in the clear, but I ignore logic and give in to my inner-slut, screaming his name at the top of my lungs. My cock is leaking something fierce, and I reach down to stroke myself, but his palm stings sharp when it connects with my ass. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

“Please?” I rasp. It’s like my body’s gone rogue, and all I can do is stand here and let it shake and tremble beneath his touch. “Make me come.”

He growls, and then he dives forward again, his tongue teasing my hole. I can’t tell if he’s trying to slip inside me, or if he’s just trying to drive me crazy, but if it’s the latter, he’s succeeding. He enters me, but he doesn’t stay long. A moan escapes him, and I feel my hole clench around his tongue. When he pulls himself out of me, I look over my shoulder, and he’s got a feral look about him. His eyes are crazed with arousal, and I’m pretty sure he wants to pull his alleged twelve inches—because, let’s be honest, it’s big, but there’s no way it’s that big. Maybe I’ll have him measure it for me one day—out and shove it in dry. Much to my disappointment, he doesn’t. He just stands up and glares at me. Turning, I take my cock in my hand and give it a stroke, wanting him to see what he’s done to me. Needing him to know what he always does to me.

“Fuck me,” I plead. “Abi, I want you to fuck me. I need you, Daddy.”

He growls at me, then reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a hammer. Honestly, I don’t even know he got an entire hammer into his pocket, but I don’t have the will to ask, because I can’t stop staring at his cock. It’s pressed tight against his slacks and the bastard rests halfway down his thigh.

“It’s so big,” I say, licking my lips.

He nods. “It is. And you will take every inch. Understood?”

“Yeah,” I manage, though only just. “Yeah, I’m taking all of it.”

He smirks at me, one eyebrow raised as if he’s daring me. “Why?”

“Because my hole belongs to you,” I answer, hoping it’s what he’s wanting to hear. Judging by the way his cock twitches in his pants, I’m pretty sure it is .

“Correct.” He holds the hammer out for me to take. “Now, let us get started. Break anything you wish. If you would prefer to set the home ablaze, you may do that too.”

I blink at him, grinning like a fool. “Okay.”

He takes my chin in his hand and tilts my face, leaning in and giving me a quick kiss. Our tongues touch and my entire body shudders, my dick twitching. When he pulls away, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gun. I’m still staring at his massive bulge when he aims the weapon at my head and grins. There’s a flash. A loud pop. Glass shattering. My cock throbbing when I look over my shoulder and see he’s shot a photograph on the wall. The bullet has entered Benito’s head in the picture, and the sight of him with a gaping wound in the center of his face sends a stream of pre-cum pouring out of my dick.

“Your turn,” he says, pointing at the picture beside it. Without question, I turn around and smash the hammer into the photograph, sending glass falling to the floor. “Fuck,” he mumbles to himself, but smashing the picture sends adrenaline rushing through me like an ocean torrent. I’ve never destroyed someone’s property before, but apparently, it must be some sort of fetish, because the thought of breaking everything Benito holds dear has my body humming with excitement. I lift my arm to break another picture, but I’m lifted off the floor before landing the swing. I look over my shoulder and beam at Abi.

“Are you gonna fuck me, Daddy?”

He chuckles. “Soon. I just need to get you away from this broken glass. I wasn’t thinking earlier, when I removed your shoes.” He sets me on the sofa and shoves my shoes on my feet before pulling me back up. “Now, let us fuck shit up.”

For the next thirty minutes, we hastily smash and crush everything Benito owns. The flatscreen he bought when he swiped my debit card and drained my bank account last year. The record collection he purchased using Bennet’s tips from the bar. I don’t stop until the carpet is littered with broken glass and shattered dreams .

All I can think of are the many ways Benito humiliated me during the last few months of our relationship. How he would force me to sit in that uncomfortable chair across the bedroom and watch as he stole the Bens from me. As he drove a wedge between Austin and me. I was an unwilling cuckold, and it seems I still have a bit of residual trauma left from the ordeal.

Turning around, my chest rises and falls heavily, my hard cock bobbing and jittering as I stare at Abi. He takes a step forward and wraps his hand around my shaft. “Good boy. Now, upstairs. We will destroy his room, then I will fuck you. Would you like that?”

“No,” I whisper, rolling my hips forward until my cock is pressed against his crotch. “Down here. Don’t think I can wait any longer.”

He bites his bottom lip and smiles shyly. “What baby wants, baby gets.” He lifts me up until I’m pressed against his chest, my cock snug between us. I roll my hips, not stopping when he mumbles, “Naughty boy,” into my ear. He scans the room, his smile fading by the second. “It appears I didn’t think this through. There’s glass everywhere.”

I nibble his earlobe. “There’s a guest bedroom on the other side of the hall.”

His fingernails dig into my ass, and I kind of want him to dig in deeper. To slice my skin to ribbons so I feel his presence tomorrow. Considering his alleged twelve inches are about to be inside me, I’ll be feeling something, I’m sure.

When we reach the bedroom, Abi kicks the door in, making the walls rattle. I kiss his jaw, making my way up and down the side of his face. No matter how many times my lips touch his cheek, it isn’t enough. It never is.

He lays me on the bed, lording over me like a predator about to devour his prey. Good. I want him to fucking consume me. To take away any trace of resistance still in me. To own me. To keep me forever.

“I’m yours,” I whisper. “You know that, don’t you?” The smile that splits his face is one for the record books. If there was any doubt before, it’s gone now. In this moment, I am his. He is mine.

“And I am yours,” he agrees. His hands reach for the tail of his shirt and lift, gifting me the sight of endless black fur covering his stomach. The hairs grow wide and wild, covering every inch of his pale skin. It climbs up to his collarbone, ending abruptly in a straight line where he keeps it trimmed. Needing to feel a connection, I hold my arms out for him.

“Closer.”

He snickers as he leans in, hovering over me with one hand on the bed while the other unbuttons his jeans. “I want you to let go tonight, little one. Anything you wish to say or do—I will not tease you for it tomorrow.” He leans closer, licking a stripe up the side of my face, making my entire body tremble.

I touch his cheek as he pulls away, not wanting the moment to end. “Will you kiss me?”

He chuckles softly, his breath warm as it gusts across my face. “It would be my pleasure.” His lips graze mine, but he doesn’t linger. When I try to follow after him, he presses his finger over my lips, stopping me. “I’ll start by stating the obvious. I love you, Tatum.”

My eyes water at the admission. He’s said it so many times. It’s nothing new. So, why does it feel like the first time? And why do I really, really want to say it back? He removes his finger from my lips, replacing it with his mouth. His tongue slides in with no resistance from me, and when we meet, it’s like the rest of the world slips away. In this bed, there are no broken hearts or worries of where we’re headed. Only the truth.

I am his. He is mine.

His fingers feather through my hair and I have to stifle a moan when he tugs mercilessly. The mixture of pleasure and pain sends my cock throbbing against his thigh. Rutting against him, it feels as if I’m coming undone at the seams. I just hope he’s willing to stitch me back together, should I let myself fall apart in his arms.

His lips engulf my nipple, biting down hard, making me moan in a voice I don’t even recognize. As he teases and tortures me into submission, I wrap my legs around his back, pulling him closer. He grinds against my ass, and Rinna Christ, superstar, it feels like he’s rubbing the handle of a sledgehammer against me. His cock is fucking massive, and it makes me twitch with nervousness. The biggest dick I’ve ever taken wasn’t anywhere near his size. I’m going to feel him for days.

Good.

When he pulls away, I let out a needy whimper that I am in no way proud of, but there’s no judgment in his eyes once it’s out, only Abi’s encouraging smile. I watch as he stands and shoves his jeans down to his ankles. His underwear offends me on every level. They always have because they’re essentially shorts that hang halfway to his knees. I soak in the sight of him, I finally realize why he wears them. His bulge extends halfway down his thigh, and there’s a wet patch of fabric at his tip, which is less than an inch away from making its grand entrance. Jesus. The realization that I’m the reason for the current state of his massive erection makes my cock twitch and jitter like a severed power line. His eyes are locked on mine as he reaches for his underwear and slowly slides them down. Second by second, inch by inch, it feels like I’m coming out of my skin. I want to see it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. The longer it takes to unleash his beast, the heavier my heart pounds in my chest. I know I’ve seen it a few times, but each time he whips it out, it feels like the first time all over again. When he lowers the underwear until all that’s left hidden is the head, he pauses, clearing his throat.