Just a Bit Ruthless Read Online Alessandra Hazard (Straight Guys #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
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Luke shook his head, looking distinctly uncomfortable.

“Because I’m an evil Russian oligarch?”

Another shake of head.

Roman propped himself up on an elbow, regarding the boy curiously. “No?”

Luke bit his lip before saying, “You have cruel eyes.”

“Cruel eyes,” Roman repeated, a sardonic smile curling his lips. “And here I was being so nice and giving you a cock to suck on.”

Luke flushed. “I didn’t ask for your cock.”

“You all but begged me to use your mouth, kitten. I was being a nice host.”

“Nice. Right.”

“That’s right,” Roman said, brushing his knuckles over Luke’s silky-soft cheek. The boy shivered but didn’t shake the hand off. Roman smiled. “But I’ve changed my mind. I gave you what you wanted. Time to pay up.”

“Pay up?” Luke said, his expression turning wary. Smart boy.

“Yes.” Roman let his knuckles trail down the boy’s neck, thinking of a suitable demand—one that would advance his plans. Ideally, it would be something that would make the boy get used to him, maybe even get attached to him. It couldn’t be anything sexual. Luke would come to him asking for his cock. Until then, Roman would keep his cock out of the boy’s mouth, no matter how pretty it was.

His eyes dropped to that pursed lush mouth and lingered.

He wanted to taste it.

The sudden desire was so strong it threw him off. Using the boy’s mouth as a hole for his cock was one thing. Wanting to kiss it was another. Roman couldn’t actually remember the last time he had wanted to kiss anyone. He didn’t really do kissing.

“You know, you make me very nervous when you get that look on your face,” Luke said with an uncomfortable chuckle.

“What look?”

“Like you’re contemplating murder.”

“Not at the moment,” Roman said, stroking the boy’s pulse with his thumb. “Kiss me.”

“What?” Luke squawked.

“Kiss me.”

“Why?” Luke said, glancing between Roman’s eyes and lips.

“Because I said so,” Roman said, irritation lacing his words. He couldn’t remember the last time his orders were questioned so much.

“Right,” Luke said after a moment. “But I don’t want to.”

“You sucked my cock and enjoyed it,” Roman said, leaning down to him. “Open your mouth.”

Luke glared at him, his breathing uneven and his body still. Roman looked down at his lips and licked his own. The boy’s mouth was positively sinful. Both lips were plump, cherry pink and enticing, the upper lip actually fuller than the bottom one. On any other male face that pouty mouth would have looked ridiculously out of place, but not on this one. Roman’s own mouth practically itched to taste, bite, and suck.

So he did.

He didn’t try to be gentle. He wasn’t a gentle man. He took Luke’s chin in his hand and kissed him, rough and greedy. The boy tasted like Roman’s come, but instead of disgusting him, it turned Roman on and he kissed him deeper, harder, hungrier, his fingers tightening on Luke’s jaw. Luke moaned quietly, starting to squirm against him, his plump lips clinging to Roman’s—

Roman pulled away.

Breathing harshly, they stared at each other, Luke’s eyes wide and dark, his lips swollen from Roman’s cock and teeth. Fuck. It took all his strength not to nail the boy to the mattress then and there.

“I told you you’d enjoy it,” Roman said, and he was surprised by how normal his voice sounded.

A storm of different emotions flickered through Luke’s expressive face. “If you can turn me on, it doesn’t mean I like you.”

“I don’t need you to like me, love,” Roman said, getting out of bed and straightening his clothes. He leaned down to brush his lips against the boy’s well-used mouth, relishing the way Luke tensed and shivered. Roman bit Luke’s lip lightly. “Liking me isn’t a requirement. You can keep on hating me.” You’ll need me, anyway.

He left, without bothering to see Luke’s reaction.

Once he was back in his own room, Roman came to a halt and took a deep breath. Pressing a button on the intercom, he said tersely, “Send me a woman. Young. Blonde. Average height. She must like it rough.”

If Vlad was surprised to receive such a request at three in the morning, he didn’t say anything. “Yes, Roman Danilovich. You’ll have her in half an hour.”

He did.

And if he thought about the boy in the next room as he slammed into the woman, he was the only witness and judge.

Chapter 9

Roman was up to something; Luke was sure of it. He was playing some game, the purpose of which wasn’t entirely clear to Luke yet.

He hadn’t known what to expect from the other man after last night. Heck, he hadn’t known what to expect from himself after last night. He wasn’t sure how to act around Roman anymore. His half-baked plan to pretend to be a clueless, vulnerable kid to make Roman drop his guard around him seemed so laughable now. He didn’t need to pretend. He felt terribly self-conscious and vulnerable after revealing to Roman Demidov, of all people, his most embarrassing kink: that he got off on being forced, used, demeaned and called derogatory words. None of his former boyfriends had known about that particular kink. Luke had always been too ashamed to tell them, feeling like a freak for getting off on something like that. Why couldn’t he be normal?


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