Love To Hate Me
His voice alone is enough to make me cum, and I can feel my cock throbbing in response to the maddened grip he has on my hair.
"I love it when you call my name, straight boy," I purr, brushing my nose against his.
Rhys' expression turns serious, and he pushes my head back, his eyes searching mine. I feel a pang of discomfort, sensing that he's seeking a definition for what's happening between us. I'm not ready for that.
But then, Rhys' luscious lips part again, and he asks, his voice low and intense, "Who am I to you?"
My chest heaves as I struggle to find the right words. My heart racing, I blurt out the truth. "The man who loves to hate me."
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