Page 62 of Inside the Sun

Summer lifts his head for a moment. Our eyes meet. Then he looks away again.

Anzo leans down and grabs my chin. He speaks real close.

"Tempting offer. Not gonna lie, that’s one of the reasons I wanted you here. You’re an alpha… and it might be even better for me."

He straightens up. I can see the hesitation in his face.

"The real question is, can you handle it?"

"If you tell me what it is, I’ll tell you my odds," I mutter, making a hateful grimace.

Anzo turns away, but I can see his face twist into a sleazy grin.

"I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet. I thought you were getting close… but maybe I overestimated your intelligence again. My sweet Summer fucks me every single day. Though, the exchange is one-sided, because he’s never come from it."

He lets out a low, dangerous laugh, but I can just feel it’s something that quietly annoys him. Unlike me—the weakling—Summer doesn’t give him control over his pleasure… Respect!

Anzo walks around me, arms folded across his chest. I stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out why it’s Summer who fucks Anzo and not the other way around.

"You’re a bottom?" I mumble, slightly dumbfounded.

"I am. Wasn’t that obvious from our very first conversation in the office?"

"I mean… kind of? But my brain didn’t want to accept it. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I’m a bottom too, and I’m happy with that. But you’re a mafia boss. It’s hard to wrap my head around… by default, you’re supposed to fuck others!"

Anzo’s face tightens.

"First of all, I’m a creative businessman, not a mobster. Second, bedroom preferences have nothing to do with everyday life."

I hiss out a breath. "Okay, okay! I know! I’m not judging. It’s just a little weird for me to… visualize it. But whatever."

For a second, I hesitate.

"Though… we might have a bigger problem. I can’t get it up when I think about topping someone. It doesn’t turn me on. I’m gonna need a pill or something."

Anzo tilts his head, almost in disbelief.

"You’ve got nearly nine inches, and this is the problem? So, in other words, big and useless."

I bristle. "Don’t be a dickhead! I could say the same thing to you! You’re a big mafia boss and never fucked one of your underlings, huh? I’m not judging your preferences, so don’t judge mine."

Anzo slaps me in the face, not hard. More like a sharp, condescending tap on the cheek.

"Rein it in. I can already see that your default setting is ‘mouthy brat’, and you’re never gonna grow out of it. But at least try to dial it down."

I clench my jaw. I despise this guy to the fucking bone.

"The more you make me hate you, the harder it is to stay civil."

"That’s your problem, not mine. But you’d better let that hate power your loins, because if you can’t get it up, Summer goes back to work. I’ll take six inches that’s hard over nine inches of useless any day."

I glance over at Summer. How the hell does he manage to get hard for someone as vile as Anzo?

"Is Summer a top?"

I don’t know many omega tops. I knew one, a nice guy, even hit on me once, claimed to have seven inches. But I’ve never been into omegas as a subgender. Their pheromones do nothing for me, and the mere idea of servicing them during a heat isn’t exactly tempting.

Anzo shrugs. "I don’t actually know. Maybe he doesn't know himself, since he never had sex before meeting me. One thing is for sure, he doesn’t come when he’s fucking me, and he doesn’t come when I fuck him with a dildo either."

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