THE DEVIL'S BOY TOY
His back arched again, offering himself instinctively, like some drunk, desperate offering to a god he barely understood.
“Take me, Leo,” he begged softly. “Please take me.
I had to close my eyes for a second.
“Fuck, boy toy,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re making it really hard not to take advantage of you.”
I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him onto the bed—not gently. He landed with a soft grunt, looking up at me through heavy lashes.
I put my hand around his throat.
His breath caught.
His pupils blew wide.
“You,” I said, leaning close enough that he could feel every syllable on his lips, “are a goddamn nutcase. And the only reason I’m not fucking the life out of you right now is b
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