Chapter 4-Successfully Baited

Elian breathed hard, his senses going haywire as he jumped Dex and they both went down hard. Dex fell to the floor first and then Elian, right on top of him.

Elian wrapped around Dex's neck and he squeezed with a sickening glint in his eyes. He wanted to see as life left his eyes, he wanted to be the last person Dex saw as his world went black.

But Dex didn't struggle, he just chuckled, despite being choked, and stared back into Elian's wild eyes. His bloody nose only made his grin more demonic.

“Do it.” Dex rasped as Elian squeezed tighter. “Finish it, little viper. Let's see if you have the guts, you'll kill me and then be my widow. Either way you're still my little bitch.” He sneered.

The mockery snapped the last threads of Elian's restraint, and before he could think of any other way to kill his husband, Dex's hands came around Elian's wrists with an overwhelming strength and yanked them off. In one swift motion he flipped them both and suddenly, he was on top of Elian and Elian found himself beneath the man he was trying to kill a few seconds ago.

Dex's knees pinned Elian's thighs to the floor as he held his wrists above his head, pinned to the floor. Elian let out a frustrated breath, he really needed to start getting comfortable in this position.

“Get off me you filthy bastard.” He hissed and arched his back, trying to get him off.

Dex leaned down close, very close. All of a sudden, the subtle sexual tension beneath the physical tantrum came to life. It was a wild, hungry energy that felt like a live wire inbetween them. They weren't just looking at each other, they were literally fucking each other with their eyes, it was like a silent battle to see who would break first.

“Look at you.” Dex whispered dangerously. “All that screaming, all the fight.” He continued as he pressed a knee against Elian's hard member. “You're so fucking hard for me. Admit it, you don't like the thought of any other person touching me. The thought makes you want to crawl out of your skin…. into mine.”

“I'd rather fuck a cactus!” Elian spat, his chest heaving. “I'd rather let a pack of rabid dogs use me as their chew toy than admit I want a single thing from a pathetic, narcissistic stain like you.”

Dex barked out a laugh, surprising Elian. He wondered what was so funny and the thought only irritated him more.

To Dex, the unhinged insults were like a drug. “Is that so? You have such colorful imagination sweetheart, such a shame I'm about to ruin that for you.” He whispered and leaned closer, his dark gaze dropping onto Elian's lips.

Elian's breaths had already became shallow long ago, his heart slammed against his ribs as he fought so hard to keep himself at bay. But the knee pressing down on his dick wasn't making anything easier.

“You want me to fuck the anger out of you.” Dex whispered against his lips. “You want to see if I am dangerous in bed as I am with a gun.”

Dex's words were like fuel to Elian's fire. It only made everything worse and he hated it, he hated that he was feeling so much desire for the man he wanted to put a bullet into his brain.

“I’d rather be buried alive.” Elian choked out and Dex smirked.

“We'll see.” Dex said and leaned closer. Instead of a kiss, he took a bite of Elian's lower lip.

Elian gasped, the sharp sting of pain instantly melting into white-hot wave of unexplainable heat. He tasted his own blood, mixed with the overwhelming scent on Dex's cologne, and it was the most intoxicating thing he'd ever felt. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control himself but his body kept on betraying him.

Dex was the culprit, because with just his knees, he was keeping the right pressure on the right places, giving very little to no strength like Elian wanted. In such craze filled state, he wished Dex would just grab his dick and jerk him off until he came into his hands.

But he couldn't. Not when Dex was looking down at him like he was winning.

“Liar.” Dex breathed, rubbing his free hand on his hip, dangerously close to his groin. “You're hard as a rock. Beg me, Elian. Beg me to fuck you right here on floor.”

Elian looked at Dex's face, eyes filled with agony of lust. “Go to hell…” he barely manegad to let out.

Dex chuckled darling, licking his lips as he looked at the man beneath him heatedly like he wanted to ruin every single part of him. “I'll go to hell…but I'll make sure to take you with-”

The dark, lust filled moment was suddenly broken by a sharp, electronic ring.

It was Elian's phone, discarded on the floor near the sofa, probably during their heated fight. The phone was vibrating violently as if it was about to blow.

Dex growled and reached out for the phone with his free hand. He checked the caller ID and his face immediately shifted to a cold mask.

Before Elian could ask who was calling, Dex swiped the screen and held it between their faces.

“The both of you. Get over here right now!” Jacob's voice washed over them like a bucket of cold water.

They knew it wasn't a request, it was an order.

Dex hung up and looked down at Elian. The wide, sickening grin from earlier returned to his face as his eyes lingered on Elian's bitten lip. He released Elian's hands from his hold and stood up, reaching out his hand. “Duty calls, husband. But don't worry I'm not done with you yet.”

Elian rolled his eyes and got up himself, ignoring Dex's hand that was reached out to him. “You can go and fuck yourself.” He said and walked past Dex, leaving him alone in the room.

Dex chuckled to himself, biting his lips as his eyes followed Elian's figure walking out the door.

“We'll see about that sweetheart.”