Chapter 6-Burning Desire II (18+)

Dex slammed Elian against the glass wall of the bathroom, getting out a low groan from him. In a swift move, he turned on the shower and the water came down on them like a storm.

The water was a deafening roar against the glass wall that did nothing to cool the fever burning between them.

Elian’s silk shirt clung to him like a second skin, sticking to his ribs, giving a very erotic and sensual look, and Dex couldn't help but admit that he is obsessed with that look on him, he wants to be the one to ruin his husband over and over and over again.

Dex didn't let him go, he kept Elian pinned against the wet glass wall of the shower, his large hands sliding from Elian’s jaw down to his waist, pulling him so close there wasn't room for a single breath of air between them. He rolled his hips hard against Elian's groin, who released a sound between a groan and a moan at the delicious heat that pooled at the bottom of his stomach.

“Look at me,” Dex commanded in a dark, low voice that sent a jolt of electricity down to Elian's dick.

Elian blinked through the water streaming down his face, his hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes were wild, shimmering with that unstable, fiery light.

“I'm looking, Dex.” He purred, hands raising to curl around Dex's thick neck. “I’m looking at the man who's going to ruin me.” He said, barely above a whisper as he moved closer and there was barely any inches inbetween their lips.

Dex couldn't help the smirk that found it's way unto his lips. “You're already ruined, Elian.” He whispered against Elian's lips. “We both are.”

Dex’s hands moved to the buttons of Elian’s drenched shirt. He didn't unbutton them, no. That was no fun, he gripped the fabric and ripped it open instead. He exposed Elian’s toned chest, his skin flushed pink from the heat and the violence in the elevator.

Elian let out a choked gasp and mirrored the movement, tearing at Dex’s soaked white shirt until it hung off his broad shoulders.

The sight of the defined muscles of Dex, his toned, broad chest, and the obnoxious six packs, slick with water, sent a crazy wave of heat, through Elian’s gut.

“You're mine Dex.” Elian whispered, his fingers tracing along Dex's defined abs. “Don't you forget it.”

“I couldn't if I tried,” Dex rasped. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the Elian’s neck, he nipped at the skin, marking like an alpha claiming a silent territorial war played out in flesh.

Elian’s knees went weak and he slumped against the wall for support. His head thumped back against the glass, his breath hitching, letting out a series of jagged, shallow pants. He felt Dex’s hand slide lower, gripping his thigh and hitching it up, pinning him firmly in place. Their lips met again and it was all lips, tounge and the fight for dominance.

Elian grabbed Dex's hair and pulled him impossibly closer, the taste of his lips was addicting, it was something he never thought he'd get to taste.

Dex pulled back and Elian almost groaned out loud at the loss. He looked at Dex with hooded eyes, who was also regarding him the same way. He leaned in slowly and grazed Elian's ear with his teeth.

“Beg me,” Dex whispered against his ear, his hand sliding to the small of Elian’s back, pulling him flush against the hard line of his desire. “Admit that you want me to fuck you hard. Tell me the only thing that exists in this godforsaken city is right here, in this shower.”

Elian’s fingers dug into the wet muscles of Dex’s shoulders, he was shaking, he hated how much he wanted this, how much he needed this. He hated that Dex was the only person who could touch the craziness inside him without even trying.

“What do you want? My darling husband.” Dex whispered deeply against his ear and Elian visibly shivered.

“I... I want you to stop talking," Elian breathed, his voice breaking. He leaned forward, catching Dex’s lower lip between his teeth and tugging hard. “I want you to show me why everyone is so afraid of the Russo Syndicate.”

At those words, Dex's eyes darkened, he didn't need any more invitation. He captured Elian’s mouth in a heated kiss, swerving him off his sanity before dropping his legs that was wrapped around his lips and turning him to face the glass wall.

Dex bit down on his shoulder and Elian moaned out loud, that sound alone fueled Dex's lust and the next thing he knew, he ripped off the remains of the piece of fabric on Elian, down to the last, until he was stark naked.

Dex smirked and spanked Elian's firm, round buttocks. He earned a headbutt in return, groaning at the impact. “Don't fucking touch me like that.” Elian snapped, and honestly, Dex should've known.

He should have remembered that his husband's sudden succumb to his desires was not going to miraculously erase the violence that resided inside of him.

He shook his head to get rid of the pain and reached to their front to grab Elian's throbbing dick.

Elian moaned so loud the sound echoed off the walls.”You fucking bastard.” He whimpered as shook in pleasure.

Dex chuckled in his ear, moving his hand around his dick back and forth, the pace alone drove him to the edge. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk after this.”

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” Elian remarked, instead of the bite back Dex was expecting. Either way, those words only turned Dex on even more.

His own pants were also gone less than a few seconds and his thick, hard member hung red. Elian gazed heatedly at his cock before meeting his eyes. Dex smiled and Elian rolled his eyes. Cocky bitch.

Before he could say something witty, Dex's hand grasped his jaw and pried his mouth open, his fingers dug down his throat. “There's no lube, sweetheart. So suck or no dick for you tonight.” He whispered darkly.

Elian obeyed, surprisingly so. And the moment those fingers got out of his mouth, they were at the rim of his entrance before sliding in. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply at the intrusion, he hadn't felt anything in there for a while, and Dex's thick long fingers were doing him, just enough of everything he's missed.

He groaned low in his throat when he added a second finger, stretching him open. And when Dex added the third finger, Elian almost lost it. He whimpered and pressed his head hard against the glass wall to ground himself. Despite the lack of lubricant, he couldn't help but admit the burn felt good, along with the pleasure that was searing up his spine.

Just as he was reaching his high, Dex pulled out his fingers. And without warning, he grabbed Elian's hips and shoved his length in, in one thrust. Elian let out a loud, broken cry at the intrusion.

“You fucking bastard.” Elian cried out and Dex only chuckled, picking up the pace, fucking Elian like he'd been waiting all his life for that moment.

Elian's hands slipped against the glass walls as he fought for leverage, something to hold on to as Dex pounded into him at a relentless pace.

“Oh fuck.” Elian moaned weakly, Dex was fucking him so good, so fucking good. His hole burned with pleasure, and he felt so full, so full that he didn't want to stop, he didn't want Dex to stop fucking him. Ramming into him like an animal.

His lips parted slightly and he panted as he braced himself against the wall, taking in Dex's brutal thrust. Dex's hand came to the front and wrapped around Elian's dick, stroking at a pace that matched his thrusts. Elian's back arched off against Dex's chest and he let out a broken, strangled cry. “Dex!......Fuck.”

“That's it, moan my name you little bitch. Scream for me like the slut you are.” Dex sneered.

That hit straight to his degradation kink and tears sprung out of Elian's eyes, mixing with the water that rained down on them. Then Dex's hand left his dick and came up to wrap around his next, and thay was the limit for Elian.

He came like a raging storm, spilling against the wall, making their own kind of art. Dex gave a few more thrusts and stilled, reaching his climax with a low groan in Elian's ear.

“Don't fucking cum in me you bastard.” Elian sneered and tried to get himself out of Dex's hold, but Dex held him in place, filling his ass to the brim.

When they finally came down from their high, Elian yanked himself free, turned around and gave Dex a hard punch in the face. “Don't ever touch me in your miserable fucking life again.” He hissed and stormed out.

Dex held his jaw, chuckling darkly.

Dex knew what he was doing, he wasn't going to waste such opportunity. He already had Elian right where he wanted him to be and in no time, Elian will come to know, that they weren't rivals, and they weren't just husbands. They were two halves of a singular, violent obsession, finally colliding in the dark.

He turned off the shower and went out after his husband. He wasn't done with him yet.