LOGINBlaze POV
I stop moving completely, buried to the hilt, and squeeze his cock again.
“Please…” The word slips out, barely a whisper, like it was torn from him against his will.
I smirk against his neck. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
He whimpers, hips twitching helplessly. “Please… Blaze…”
Blaze POVI can’t fucking take it anymore. I stand up and walk straight over, stopping right beside Titan at the booking desk. “What the fuck are you doing?”“Getting the key to my private room,” he says casually. “Having a little fun.”“You’re not even fucking gay,” I snarl, my voice low and tight.Titan turns to me with that smug fucking grin. “Hey, Blaze… a hole is a hole to a whore like me. What’s wrong? Getting jealous that you’re not the only guy who wants to rail him hard and make him beg?”My nails dig into my palms so hard I can feel them breaking skin. “You don’t fuck guys.”“I’m a whore, Blaze. Hello?” He laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. “Look at me.&r
Blaze POVI grab my jacket and head for the door, but Knox stops me again.“Running is him winning, brother.”“Who said I’m running?” I snap. “I’m going to Sin, I’m going to have a drink, see which regulars are around, tie one down and fuck them senseless.”Okay, I won’t. But they don’t need to know that.“Have fun then,” Knox says with a knowing laugh.I push through the crowd, jaw tight, but I stop dead when my eyes land on them again. Titan is leaning in close to Dylan, saying something that makes him smile. Titan catches my eye and smirks like the smug bastard he is. Dylan looks straight at me, waiting, almost daring me to do something.I tilt my head and smirk right back at him. Then I look at Titan.
Blaze POVI’m not doing it.Okay… I am.My plan was never to walk away from Dylan. It was to give him space. I want him to sit with everything that happened between us. I want him to replay every second of me fucking him, every degrading word I whispered in his ear, every time he begged. And when he realises I’ve stopped chasing him, he’ll come crawling back to me.At least… that’s what I keep telling myself.It’s been over a week now and he hasn’t shown up at the club once. Not a single message. Nothing. I’m starting to wonder if backing off was the dumbest fucking move I’ve ever made.“You heard from him?” I finally ask Siren. I’ve been trying not to, but I can’t hold it in anymore.
Dylan POVI swallow hard, trying to keep my face neutral while my entire future feels like it’s collapsing around me.“Sure.”I can’t fight it anymore. I’ve been fighting this for years. Since I turned nineteen, I’ve been finding every possible way to delay this, to push it back, and now it’s finally caught up with me.“You’re going to meet her tomorrow,” my father says. “There’s a table booked at Nescho’s. Get to know her, talk. There is one condition though.”My body tenses immediately. “What condition? You mean from her or her father? Her father, obviously.” It was a fucking stupid thing to say.“Actually, her mother.”What? “Her mum?”“She’s got ma
Dylan POVBy the time I finally reach the estate, it’s late. I decided to walk the whole way, taking every possible detour just to delay getting here. My head was a mess the entire time. Nothing is going to plan. Not a single fucking thing.The second I step inside, my father is waiting in the sitting room, a glass of whiskey in his hand and that sharp, expectant look on his face.“Any updates?”Yeah. I have a fucking update.“Sasha is out,” I say flatly.He tenses immediately, his eyes narrowing. “What do you mean she’s out? She’s from a good family, Dylan. Fix it.”“She screwed another guy.” The words taste bitter coming out. “We were at the club last night. I walked in on her fucking him. How the hell would that work if I married
Dylan POVThis is wrong. So fucking wrong.I try to move, to put some distance between us, but Blaze still has me pinned beneath him, his much larger body caging me in. His cock is still buried deep inside me, warm and heavy.“Go on,” he whispers against my ear, voice low and dangerous. “Say it.”I have to. It’s the only thing I have left right now. But saying it after everything we just did feels like kicking him while he’s down. I pull away and this time he actually lets me.“This can’t happen again,” I say quietly, sitting up. “I’m—”“Yeah, I got it,” Blaze cuts me off, his voice suddenly loud and sharp. “You’re not fucking gay!”I flinch at the volume. “
Vesper POVFinally, he eases me back to my feet, his hands steadying me when my legs wobble. He tucks himself away, then helps me pull my trousers back up, his fingers lingering on my hips like he’s not ready to let go.I slip back on my boots, an
Ghost POVI set the rhythm first with nothing but my voice. I tell her when to breathe. I tell her when to hold. I tell her when I want her to look at me and when I want her eyes closed so she can feel everything with no defenses left. I don’t push for depth at the sta
Ghost POVMaybe I didn’t plan this out as well as I thought.Yeah, wearing the cut was a mistake. A rookie move. But after tracking down every possible lead, showing up at every place I thought she might
Vesper POVI want to move. I want to sit up, slap him, drag my clothes on, and storm the hell out. But my body won’t listen. I’m too sore. Too raw. Too ruined. His arms are still around me, one hand trailing idly down my spine like







