Page 46 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

In the same way that I would enjoy watching a python from behind glass, Draven wasn’t someone I trusted, but I still wanted to… witness him.

“There’s something wrong with you,” I muttered. Saying it to him. Saying it to myself.

“Come here. Put your hand on my neck,” he said.

The fuck?

My cock throbbed.

I glared at him. “Thought you only liked doing that to unsuspecting homeowners.”

In the worst part of my mind, I still wanted to retaliate. Put him in the position he’d had me in days ago. When he had so much pressure on my neck, and a complete ability to choose if I kept breathing or not.

Tiny dust motes floated in the air between us as I reached the side of the bed next to him, staying far away from his cock.

I took another step toward his face, the floorboard shifting under my weight.

Draven’s eyes opened again.

“You want my hand on you?” I asked.

He hummed. “Need it.”

Well, I have the control, now.

“You’re not going to fucking get it,” I told him.

Something flashed through his eyes when he realized I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, and I swore a smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth. I’d thought denying him would piss him off, but somehow it only seemed to spur him on further.

“Hate me that much, Baby Blue?” he said in a broken whisper. He was stroking himself faster now. “You barely know me.”

“Whose fault is that? Tell me your secrets.”

I was too close now.

His skin was golden. I could see a faint scar along the edge of his jaw, another, thicker scar just above his collarbone, and a tiny constellation of freckles on each of the upper ridges of his cheekbones.

He looked like some fallen, depraved god.

My skin was burning hot now. My world was suddenly turning on its axis, slowly but irreversibly, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was dizzy from the inside out.

I reallyhadthought I was nice until I met Draven.

And he kept bringing something out in me that was unrecognizable. Animal.

A flash of anger ripped through me.

I moved down before I could think, finally pressing my hand to his neck. I felt the vibration of his deep groan on my palm.

The feeling of his skin on mine made my cock ache even more, and I was so hard now it had to be visible.

“Going to make me come, Max?—”

I watched his eyes, not breaking contact as I saw his pupils widen.

“So fucking good,” he uttered as he looked up at me from under his thick lashes. I felt like he had me pinned, even though this time, I had complete free will.

Draven leaned his head back onto the bed as he came, white streaks painting the skin of his stomach and hand. One shot went further, all the way to the top of his shirt, landing along his shoulder.

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