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He hurries to the guest room and starts getting dressed. I forgot to give him the things I bought for him yesterday. The bags are still at the entrance.

“Where?”

“Out,” is his succinct reply.

“Who was on the phone?” I insist, not liking his defiance. My hands start to tingle.

“My brother, okay? He came back two days early from his trip. Influenza hit half of his class.”

So, he needs to pick him up. “Are you going to the train station?”

He slips his sneakers on without answering.

“Ollie, give me a fucking answer,” I growl warningly.

“What the fuck, you can’t force me,” he retorts, full of indignation.

“The fuck I can’t.”

“I’ll fight you.” He stands up and faces me. So damn fearless and sexy.

“Don’t expect anything less from you, kitty. But you’ll still end up on the bed with my cock so deep inside your hole, you’ll feel me in your throat.”

Pupils blown inside his eyes, he swallows loudly. That’s my horny kitty, always ready for me.

“Jesus, Rague, you can’t just…” he starts.

“You’re fucking mine, and I can do whatever I want with what’s mine,” I snarl.

He huffs haughtily, but his lower lip is trembling with want, and his eyes dart away, too scared to hope this is real.

“Mine, kitty. Haven’t I been clear enough? You think I fuck every man bareback? Never before—just like the blow job I gave you.” His mouth falls open with total shock at my confession. “Do you think letting you kiss me was an accident? Or touch me?” I stalk to him slowly and place his trembling hands on my pecs. I take a big breath and let myself enjoy the feeling.

“That first kiss was a claiming one.Youclaimed me in that parking lot, whether you like it or not. And I know you fucking do. You want to belong to me. And I protect what’s mine, Ollie, at all costs.” My fingers cradle his delicate nape—my hand covers the whole span of it—and sinks into his long hair. I love to see it down, a shiny mocha cascade. I yank his head back and attack his mouth with hungry lips and possessive twists of my tongue.

His lust-drunk, half-lidded eyes focus on me when I break the kiss.

“Now, tell me what’s going on.”

Just when he opens his mouth, the doorbell goes off with a high-pitched chime.

Goddammit! I squeeze his nape and order him not to move. Then I grab a pair of pants from my room and yank them on, before stomping to the front door and yanking it open.

Rami.

“What’re you doing here?” I bark at him.

“Nice to fucking see you too, bro.” He salutes me with his middle finger.

“I tried calling you. Your phone must be dead.” He takes advantage of my distraction and sneaks inside my house.

“I think I know where the extra fights take place. The bugs Clover hid in the office was another one of my brilliant ideas. We need to stake out the place, though,” he continues.

“Can’t Serena keep an eye on it?” I ask.

“I wish. It’s in a dead zone. No cameras. Nada, amigo.” He opens my fridge and grabs a bottle of water.

“Fuck!”