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 whimpered, burying his face in the pillow and lifting his ass higher. “Yeah,” he mumbled. “Don’t stop.”

Roman didn’t stop. He wasn’t sure he even could, all his senses narrowing to the boy’s tight hole around his throbbing cock, and Luke’s wantons moans and groans. The boy was a whore for cock; he was truly getting off on being fucked roughly, his moans increasing in volume with each thrust, each time Roman called him something derogatory. Such a kinky little thing.

Dazedly, Roman wondered if his people could hear Luke’s moans, if they could guess that their boss was fucking the male captive. Let them hear. He wanted them to hear. He wanted everyone to know how much the boy was enjoying being nailed on his cock.

“Please—please,” Luke croaked between his moans as Roman kept his relentless pace. “Touch me. Need it.”

Sliding his hand under Luke, Roman wrapped it around his cock and gave a few tugs, thrusting hard inside him. Luke cried out and came, his hole clenching around Roman’s cock. He shook for a long while, stunned and fucked-out, and Roman fucked him through his orgasm, chasing his own, low grunts escaping his throat. Luke was boneless under him, panting as Roman’s cock pistoned in and out of him. Almost there—

Burying his face in Luke’s damp curls, Roman bit at his nape and thrust a few more times, groaning as he spilled inside the condom.

He remained still on top of the slim body for a long while, steading his ragged breathing.

At last, he pulled out, rolled off and flopped onto his back, his chest heaving. He tied the condom and threw it in the direction of the trash can. Luke shifted beside him and burrowed into Roman’s side, pressing his cheek against Roman’s biceps.

Roman stiffened.

He turned his head. Luke had his eyes half-closed, his face still flushed, his golden curls darker with sweat, a hint of a smile on his plump lips. Roman could barely believe this was the same boy who got off on being slut-shamed. He looked like a sleepy, satisfied kitten. He looked sated and happy.

Roman wanted to push him away.

He didn’t, of course. This was good. This was excellent, actually. This meant he hadn’t completely messed up his plans. Roman could put up with some post-coital snuggling if that was what the boy needed.

“You’re a good lay,” Luke said sleepily, fingers playing with the sparse dark hair on Roman’s chest. “For a straight, homophobic prick.”

Roman buried his hand in Luke’s hair. “And how many straight, homophobic pricks have you fucked?”

“You’re not the first,” Luke mumbled, leaning into his touch.

Roman tugged on a curl.

“What?” Luke murmured, looking at him. His eyes were still glazed and soft. “You think you’re the first straight guy led astray by my ‘blowjob lips’?” Luke smiled, but there was an edge to it.

Someone had hurt him in the past.

“Led astray?” Roman said. “I’m a grown man, sweetheart. I’m fully responsible for my actions. A pretty mouth isn’t enough to sway me if I don’t let it.”

Luke looked at him a little uncertainly.

“I fucked you because I wanted it,” Roman clarified, looking him in the eye. “Simple as that. Anyone who claims otherwise is a spineless coward.”

Luke chuckled. “Please, stop making sense. You’re the villain. Don’t deviate from the script.”

“Even villains are allowed to have a few semi-redeeming moments.”

“Not you,” Luke said, smiling sleepily. “You’re supposed to be a royal dickhead all the time.”

“Yeah?” Roman said, eyeing the deep dimple in the boy’s cheek.

“Yep,” Luke said solemnly before yawning. “Think I’m gonna sleep here,” he muttered, closing his eyes.

“Really,” Roman said, looking at him in disbelief. No one simply invited themselves into his bed. People knew better.

“If you want me to leave, you’ll have to carry me to my room,” Luke mumbled. “My legs always feel like jelly after a good shag. So it’s your fault.”

“Aren’t you scared of me anymore?” Roman said, feeling more amused than annoyed, to his own surprise.

Luke opened his eyes and looked at him seriously.

“You do scare me sometimes,” he said, his voice quiet. “I know you’re not a good person. I know you’re capable of horrible things. But physically, I feel safe with you—right now. It might change, though.” He smiled a little. “I’m not naive enough to think you won’t hurt me if you decide it will benefit you.”

Roman stared at him. The boy kept surprising him. He wasn’t wrong: Roman had no interest in hurting him. Not at the moment.

“You may stay,” he said finally.

Nodding, Luke slung an arm over Roman’s chest and snuggled in closer. “I love cuddles,” he said, yawning. “Don’t take it personally. All people I fuck know it’s something they’ll have to put up with afterward. I’m the biggest cuddle monster you’ll ever meet.” He closed his eyes. “Good night.”

“Good night, cuddle monster,” Roman said wryly and reached out to turn the light off, leaving on only the dim bedside lamp.


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