Chapter 24
Carlo
Blaze first bursts into laughter, but the amusement on his face quickly twists into anger. His eyes narrow dangerously as he tilts his head, voice low and sharp.
“You want me to lie down and spread my legs for you?” His lips curl into a mocking smile. “You must be insane, Carlo.”
Hmm? Did I hear him very well or am I hearing things? This was the first time I heard blaze call my name. The sound of him saying my name for the first time makes something dark and primal stir in me.
I smirk, leaning against the wall with my arms folded. “At least you didn’t call me ‘hey,’ or ‘jerk,’ or ‘asshole,’ or ‘bastard’ this time,” I say, watching his face twitch with irritation.
“Asshole,” he spits, gritting his teeth. “Just ‘cause you’re rich doesn’t mean you get to insult me.”
He gets up from the bed, his eyes flicking to the phone on the nightstand, but the slight grunt escaping his lips gives him away — he’s in pain. The bruises on his ribs, the cut above his eye, the swollen lip… He might act like he’s fine, but his body tells a different story.
Still, Blaze being Blaze, he won’t show weakness. He never fucking does.
“I’ll take this as a joke,” he mutters, but his tone makes it clear he’s pissed.
He turns, already heading for the door, and for a moment, I think he might just leave — until he pauses, shooting me a cold, warning look over his shoulder.
“I don’t ever want to hear you say that shit again. And don’t fucking appear in front of me to play hero.”
His voice is sharp, cutting through the thick tension in the room. The way he stands there, despite the pain, trying to act like he’s in control, makes me want to tear him apart in the most satisfying ways.
“You’ll come back,” I say, my voice smooth, taunting. I tilt my head, folding my arms tighter across my chest, watching him. “Because I’m the only one who can get you out of this situation.”
His middle finger shoots up without hesitation. “That will never happen.”
And with that, he’s gone.
I stare at the door for a long moment, a slow smile tugging at my lips.
He’ll come back.
I know it.
No one ever really escapes me. Especially not Blaze. I have seen him smiling and laughing genuinely to others, I want all that to be all for me.
I throw myself onto the bed, inhaling the scent he left behind — blood, sweat, and a faint trace of whatever cheap cologne he uses. It shouldn’t affect me. It shouldn’t make my skin prickle or my breath hitch. But it fucking does.
My cock twitch at the thoughts in my head. That bastard has a mind of its own, I put my hand to feel myself. Damn I’m rock hard, psycho. The name he calls me does suit me cos how can I be getting hard to such a mixed scent.
My hand drifts down, over my stomach, lower.
Fuck.
I’m already hard.
I close my eyes, letting the image of him fill my mind — that fiery glare, the curve of his lips when he’s pissed off, the way his muscles tensed when he stood up, even though he was hurting.
I imagine him on his knees, angry and defiant, spitting insults at me through swollen lips.
Argh… fuck…
I grip my cock, stroking slowly, my breath hitching.
“Blaze…” I whisper his name into the empty room, and just saying it out loud sends a violent shiver through me.
I picture him pinned beneath me, wrists trapped above his head, his mouth open — gasping, cursing, begging.
I want him broken and beautiful.
I want him to hate how much he fucking needs me.
My hand moves faster, slick with precum, my mind drowning in thoughts of him. The sounds he’d make… the way he’d struggle, then give in.
I picture while he was still sleeping earlier, his face looked calm and innocent. Damn I want to mess up that pretty face of his with my cum.
“Fuck… Blaze…”
The orgasm hits me hard and fast, as my eyes roll into the back of my head, my body jerking as I spill hot over my stomach, my heart pounding, my head spinning.
Goddamn it.
I lie there, panting, staring at the ceiling, feeling both satisfied and completely fucking unsatisfied at the same time.
He has no idea how deep he’s gotten under my skin.
But he will.
I’ll make sure he does.
Because there’s no way in hell I’m letting him walk away from me.
I’m going to ruin him.
And he’s going to fucking love it.
Fuck! I don’t think I still have any self control because of that jerk. He has no idea how much of a mess he’s made me and I will give that back to him in many folds.