The Devil’s Game
Then he took over.
Vito’s hand fisted in Aiden’s wet hair, yanking his head back as he devoured his mouth. The kiss turned filthy, rough, and hungry. Vito’s tongue pushed inside, claiming his. Aiden moaned into it, hands sliding desperately over Vito’s wet chest and shoulders.
“Fuck,” Vito growled against his lips. “You came looking for this, didn’t you?”
He shoved Aiden back against the bathroom counter, lifting him up onto it with ease. Aiden’s legs parted automatically as Vito stepped between them, grinding his hard cock against Aiden’s clothed thigh.