Page 43 of Shadowman

“Why…?” I growled, my voice low and grungy, disguised by the tension in my chest.

“What if I tell someone you were here?” His fingers continued to brush his skin, purposely moving around his erection. “My father’s a very important man… I’m sure he’d stop at nothing to find out who broke into his home and harassed his son.” Hecocked his head. “It’s in your best interest to make sure I keep quiet.”

There was no more oxygen in the room. Everything around me felt hot and muggy with temptation. I couldn’t remember where I was, who I was, what I was doing… It had all gone blank.

I was just gazing, transfixed. As if I’d inadvertently opened the door to Eden. And the serpent was right there with a shiny red apple, offering me a bite.

I wasn’t gay, or bi. I’d never considered the notion, because evenconsideringit frightened me. I was already such a disappointment to my father… I could only imagine how much more he’d hate me if I started dating dudes.

No, I couldn’t be queer. That wasn’t… what this was.

My obsessive interest in Michelangelo wasn’t about wanting him. At least… I didn’t think it was. In that moment, I couldn’t remember why I was there.

All I knew was that I was vibrating. I couldn’t think of a time when I’d felt this… Blood pumping, skin burning with illicit desire.Hemade that happen.

He could see… In the shadows, he fuckingsaw me.

Michelangelo bit his lip, eyelids drooping as he slowly wrapped his fist around his thick shaft, working back up to a slow stroke. The sight of him, writhing in his bed, touching himself andgoadingme with it, brought on even headier sensations. A jolt between my legs, suffocation in my chest and tingles raining in the pit of my stomach.

It made me angry.

“Stop doing that,” I barked at him quietly, praying he wouldn’t catch the tremor in my voice.

“Make me,” he whispered. It sounded like a hoarse plea.

I pushed into the room, stalking over to his bed. “I said stop,” I snarled, and he peeked up at me. “Or I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

His eyes rolled back, and he arched up to me, dick leaking onto his abs. “Oh, fuck yea,” he moaned softly, squirming in his palpable state of arousal.

I blinked down at him, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

He likes this…?

The notion had me dropping my knees onto the bed. I hovered over him, grabbing him by the throat. “This is your secret, isn’t it?”

His lashes fluttered over a lust-drunk gaze, aimed right at me. Cheeks blushed pink, lips shivering, pupils blown out… I swear to God, he lookedmesmerized, mesmerizing me in return.

“No one knows… not even Daddy… that the prince of New York is just a needy little slut.”

“Mmf…please…” he mewled.

“Please what?”

“Don’t… hurt me.” The deep blue in his eyes glimmered at me, and I was fucking gone.

His hands reached up to my waist, holding on to me before the fingers on his right hand crept between my legs. It wasn’t until he cupped my cock that I realized how fucking hard I was.

Growling, I grabbed his hands fast, pinning them above his head. All rational thinking had gone out the window.

This is how I hurt him.

“You’re not gonna say a word about this, got it?” I held his wrists down with one hand while the other scrambled down, hastily, to open my zipper.

My hands were shaking, chest heaving. I was jittery and a little scared… Actually, I was terrified. But I was hard,sofucking hard I was aching. I knew it meant something I’d never let myself deal with, but I was too unleashed to care.

“Fuck, give me a reason not to…” he whined gruffly, spreading his legs beneath me.

It was so sexy, I felt precum wetting my boxers.