Page 22 of Insatiable Hunger

“I told you.” He stands a little taller, squaring his shoulders, chin clipped. “I’m here with mydate.”

“Who—Jordan?” I sneer. “Your date is my employee?”

“Sure is. He’s a real gentleman too,” he all but purrs, taking one step closer. “Who knows, maybe by the end of night, I’ll be the Head of Imports too.”

My heart thumps faster with rage as I take in what he’s so clearly insinuating. “You’re not fucking my employee, Elias.”

He chuckles. “Oh, come on, Zeke. Surely, you haven’t forgotten that I’m not the one who does the fucking.” Another step closer. “Nah, you see, I’m sure you remember how much I love taking cock,stepdaddy. Especially from men whom I really shouldn’t.”

“Watch it,” I growl, teeth bared. There’s that fucking name again; the one that kept me up most of the night. Only now, instead of turning me on, it’s pissing me off.

“Or what?” He huffs a laugh through his nose. “We’ve been through this already, Zeke. We both know you’re not gonna do shit because you’d rather fucking pretend that noth—”

His words are cut off as my hand flies to his throat, shoving him back into the brick wall behind him. His eyes widen as his fingers grip my wrist, nails digging into the flesh, trying to get me to let go. My grip is loose, so he can still breathe.

Dipping my head down to his ear, I speak low and quiet. “I don’t know who you’re used to talking to,hijo, but you’d do good to watch your goddamn mouth when you’re speaking to me.” Releasing his throat, I take a step back enough to look down on him.

Eyes narrowed, lips pinched into a thin line, he’s mad now. Good… maybe it’ll do the brat some good. Warmth spreads through my chest as I watch him stand there, not saying anything back. Not a single smart mouth word.

That is… until he tips his head, hocking a wad of spit onto my black loafers. Eyes full of defiance peer up at me in challenge. “Nice try. I don’t know who you’re used to talking to,” he seethes, repeating my words back to me. “But you’ll have to do better than that if you think you’re going to make me listen to someone likeyou.”

He smirks, moving to walk away, but I catch him by the arm before he can get any farther.

“Let fucking go of me, Zeke.”

I shove him face first into the wall, his palms coming up to catch himself. “You need to be taught a lesson in respect.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he sputters, with his cheek pressed into the brick.

“It means, if you want to act like a fucking child, Elias, you’ll get punished like one. Hands on the wall, now.”

Gawking at me, he mutters, “You can’t be serious.”

Quickly losing my patience, I growl, “Now, Elias.” The words come out harshly, leaving no room for negotiation.

He rolls his eyes—whether he thinks I can’t see it, or he simply doesn’t give a shit, I’m not sure. Probably the latter, knowing him. But he flattens his palms to the wall above his head, nonetheless.

“Good boy,” I purr tauntingly. “Looks like you can follow directions after all.”

“Fuck you,” he spits out, tone full of venom that makes my cock twitch.

Stepping up to him, I reach around, fingers going to the button on his pants. His body stiffens on a sharp inhale as he waits for my next move. This is wrong on so many levels. I shouldn’t be here, doing this, but it’s like I can’t stop myself. Around him, my self-control vanishes. Undoing the button, I slide the zipper down, ignoring how hard he is, letting them pool around his ankles.

Leaving his briefs on, I bring my lips to his ear. “I want you to count up to five. Can you do that for me?”

He peers up at me from the corner of his eye for a moment before nodding his head once. Anger is still present in his expression, but there’s an undeniable hunger raging in his eyes. He needs this as much as I do.

“Safe word?”

Without missing a beat, he says, “Coconut.”

Really? Coconut?

I push that question out of my head. “Don’t forget to count,” I warn before my hand cracks down, the sound echoing off the buildings in the quiet night. Elias jerks, a moan falling from his lips as he says, “One.”

My palm rubs a soothing circle on the area as I whisper, “Good boy.”

This time when my hand makes contact, his moan comes from deep in his chest as his head falls back. “Two,” he breathes.

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