Varo’s kiss consumes me on a whole other level, like he’s trying to claim every inch of my soul. He tastes of bourbon and bad choices, cigarettes and sin, and something I’ll never have enough of. He’s become the addiction I didn’t know I needed until I saw the look in his eyes. That feral prowess he exuded when he watched me earlier tonight. I was the prey caught in his sights and, like a predator, he caught me. The unspoken war between us simmers beneath the skin, the battle to fight this toxic energy is futile because his possessiveness is like poison seeping into my bloodstream. I crave it. I crave the lethal concoction of desire and danger. The explosiveness that comes when we’re together. I want to feel the burn, let the fire melt the skin from my bones. 

I’ve never taken the time to acknowledge what this is between us until now. Until he admitted how he really felt. Though he didn’t say the words, I could hear the ones he wasn’t saying. The ones that said I was his.

He slams my body against the door to his apartment, a rough gasp escaping me from the force. How we got here without tearing each other’s clothes off is still a mystery, but I can’t wait any longer. I rub his hard cock over his slacks, relishing the groan that breaks our kiss.

“You keep doing that and I’ll be fucking you in this corridor,” he pants, resting his forehead against the door.

I run my lips over his ear, feeling him shiver against me. “Then get the fucking door open, Vee.”

He shoves his key into the lock impatiently, the door swinging wide and banging against the wall as he yanks me inside. His lips crash onto mine while he works at removing my clothes. In seconds, he’s shoving my naked body onto the couch, a puff of air escaping my parted lips as I stare up at him, raking my gaze over his gloriously defined muscles. 

I lick my lips, anticipation making my dick painfully hard as I take him in. The man emanates pure sex, his body sinfully chiseled in the most dangerous way. I could stare at Vee’s body all day and never get bored of it. I could lose myself in his tortured gaze, his deviant mouth and the words that always catch me off guard, and I wouldn’t hesitate to drop to my knees. 

His dark eyes search mine, the space between us charged, every second stretching into eternity. Then he drags his piercing glare over my form, like blades to the skin. I feel him on every inch of me and he hasn’t even touched me yet. “You fucked up tonight, Kyrovsky.” His voice is low and rough, a razor’s edge slicing through my restraint.

Varo crawls over my body, licking a wet, hot path up my chest. I tilt my head back against the armrest, gasping at his possessive touch as I run a hand through his hair, but that only makes him grab my wrist with iron strength, pinning it above my head. When his mouth reaches my throat and he nips at the skin, a painful groan escapes me. His hungry kisses line my jaw, moving towards my mouth but never touching. My resolve wanes as he teases me over and over. Every graze of our mouths, every trace of his tongue, leaves me breathless until I can’t take anymore.

And then his lips crash into mine, all teeth and fury, like he’s punishing me for something neither of us can name. I meet him with equal force, shoving my free hand into his hair, tugging hard. It only makes him growl, makes him press closer, his body a wall of heat against mine. His tongue delves into my mouth, the tension between us so thick I can feel it buzzing through my veins. We’ve always had this vibrant energy bouncing between us, the push and pull that we constantly fight—him, more than me—but this is something else.

He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth tugging. And then I feel it. Sharp pain blooms where his teeth sink into my lower lip, the sting quickly swallowed by something deeper, something darker. I taste the metallic tang of my own blood, feel the way his tongue sweeps over it, possessively claiming it.

“Vee,” I hiss against his mouth, but it comes out wrecked, nothing like the warning it should be.

He pulls back just enough for me to see the smirk of satisfaction on his face. His lips are stained red, my blood painting his mouth like a goddamn work of art.

“You like that, don’t you?”

I don’t answer. I don’t need to. My body betrays me, my chin tilting up in silent defiance. His hand curls around my jaw as he leans down to graze the bite again. My hips jerk against his without thought and he chuckles darkly.

 “Call this a reminder,” he murmurs, thumb smearing blood along my lip before pressing into my mouth. 

I suck his thumb into my mouth instead, watching the way his pupils blow wide, the way his chest rises with a sharp inhale. I don’t ask what the reminder is because I already know. His narrowed gaze fills me with enough confidence to know what he means.

He draws his thumb out of my mouth slowly, exhaling shakily at the same time. Then he’s on me again, harder this time, hungrier. There’s nothing soft in the way he kisses me—it’s a battle, a claim, a war I have no interest in winning.

Because losing to Varo never felt so fucking good.

His hand travels between our heaving bodies, gripping my throbbing cock and pumping languidly.

“Fuck,” I moan, my voice gravelly. “Fuck me already.”

Varo pulls away, his lips stretched wide. Using his knee, he widens my legs and fists his cock, spitting on the tip before lining it up against my ass. “Keep begging like that, Kyrovsky. I love the sound.”

He pushes his hips forward, grunting as he slips past the ring of muscle. He fills me everywhere, so deliciously, engulfing me completely. He slowly rides my body, no words exchanged. Instead, our lips connect and the feral energy suddenly shifts to something deeper, something I can’t explain. The pace is slow, but the depth is brutal, and even though he’s hitting me so hard, I find myself gripping his ass, desperately seeking more.

Our heavy breaths fill the silence. Every movement is calculated, meant to unravel me. His lips part just enough for me to taste him, his hand moving to my throat to keep me where he wants me. When he finally sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, it’s not just hunger—it’s possession, a whispered promise of everything he plans to take. The throbbing of my lip has subsided, but the remnants of his mark still linger, just like he said; a reminder.

“Beg for it, Milo,” he pants as he inches back onto his knees, disconnecting the kiss so he can drive his hips harder. He grips my thighs, fingers sinking into the flesh. The new angle pushes me closer to the edge and it takes everything in me not to hold on. His hand travels to grip my cock, stroking in time to his punishing thrusts.

My eyes close and I lose myself to Varo, to the sensations charging through my body. His fist pumping me firmly, the sweat surfacing across my chest. My balls tighten, my ass clenching and just when the frisson of something dark and electric races down my spine, Varo pulls his hand away. My breaths heave as I lock eyes with Varo, his own chest puffing from the exertion. My cock throbs, the ache for release dulling my senses.

“Vee,” I choke out.

His eyes darken. It’s almost animalistic, feral and dominating. “I said, beg.” His voice is hoarse and commanding and I shudder beneath him as anticipation rattles through me.

“Please,” I croak.

He raises a brow, lips thinning. “I think you can do better than that.” He seizes my shaft, giving it a teasing stroke that has my back arching.

“Please!” It comes out as a whimper, something completely alien to me, but it provides the power Vee wanted.

He pulls his hips back, slamming into me, using my body until I’m seeing stars and my entire body tingles. Thick cum paints my stomach as Varo jerks forward, filling my ass with his hot release. He sinks on top of me, his mouth pressing to mine as he tries to get his breathing under control. For a moment, I forget everything but the heat of his body, his sweaty skin on mine and the way he tastes. I forget about the chaos that is my life, and the people I work for. I forget about the feud and the battles to come.

I just forget.