Page 333 of Shadowman

“Well, for starters, we’re not engaged,” I grumble.

“No shit,” he grunts under his breath.

I pull to stop him. “Then why’d you say it?”

Trevel glares down at me, violet eyes glowing with jealousy, insecurity, all of it. “Why not?? Because your preciousMichelangelowas there?? What’s wrong with being engaged to me, Byron? Why not me??”

I’ve never felt such flabbergast sprouting from my face. I have no idea what to say to that.

“Ugh, screw you, Byron,” he growls, yanking away to stalk into the building.

I chase after him. “What’s your problem?? Why are you being—”

“What?!” he barks. “What am I being??”

I glance at the doorman, forcing a smile to let him know everything is fine, despite Trevel’s voice echoing throughout the lobby. I drag him inside the elevator, scanning the key for our floor.

“You’re being fucking crazy,” I hum, and his eyes burn with rage.

“Am I??”

“Yea!” I crowd him, pushing him against the wall. He doesn’t back down, because he’s taller than me, and way more stubborn. “You realize you just proposed to yourself, right?”

“Fuck off.” He reaches to push me, but I grab his hands and pin them at his sides. When he whimpers, my dick stiffens. “I don’t want you to ever see him again…”

I cock my head, gaze stuck on his fluttering mouth. “Who do you think you are?”

“Your fuckingfiancé,” he hisses, directly over my lips. “Face it, Byron… You’re going to fucking marry me, because you belong to me.”

“Is that right?” I rumble into him, pushing my rapidly hardening cock into his. He mewls, then nods. “Youown me, violet eyes?”

He nods. “Uh-huh.”

“And what makes you think I’d wanna see him again?” I grab his face hard.

He’s shivering so hard he’s practically convulsing. “Y-you l-loved… him.”

“I don’t know that I really did,” I whisper, dragging my erection along his shape. His lashes flutter. “Not like this…”

“Fuck me…” he whines, as the elevator dings.

“You are such a stubborn, bratty thing, aren’t you?” I snarl, dragging him out into the hall. Slamming him up against the door to the penthouse, I drop my hand between his legs, groaning when I feel how big and thick he is. “The best needy little psycho slut ever…”

“Mmmff… baby, put it in me. Right here…”

I huff, opening the door with one hand while the other continues to fondle him. “You’ve gotten me in enough trouble, bad boy.”

Once inside, things are fast and scorching hot. Our mouths are together, tongues tangling. I stuff my hand inside his pants and fist his big cock, stroking him until he purrs.

“Fffuck yea,” Trevel whines. “Mmm… I love the way you touch me…”

“Yea?” My head is twirling, shaky fingers ripping at our clothes to get them out of the way.

“You touch only me, sweet fury,” he whines.

Shirts off, pants shoved down, I kneel when I pull his to his feet, gazing up at him from the floor, his cock thick and heavy, bobbing and leaking in front of my face.

“You mean I only get this dick?” I rasp, licking and sucking on it.