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Pete shouldn’t be here.
Not beneath him.
Not like this.
Leather cuffs bit into his wrists, chained above his head. His body was already slick with sweat, his chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. Vegas stood at the edge of the bed, shirt unbuttoned, eyes full of amusement and hunger.
“I knew you were lying the second you walked in,” Vegas drawled, trailing a gloved hand down Pete’s bare stomach. “But I wanted to see how long you’d last before breaking.”
Pete bit down a groan as Vegas’s fingers slid between his thighs—teasing, testing. “Fuck you.”
Vegas smirked. “You’re already begging for it.”
The first slap across his thigh was sharp. The second made him gasp. The third had him leaking.
“You act like you hate me, but your body’s a traitor,” Vegas whispered, lips brushing his ear. “Does your boss know you get hard from being tied up like a slut?”
Pete jerked against the cuffs, but it only made Vegas press in closer, pelvis grinding into his.
“I’m going to fuck the truth out of you,” Vegas said, voice low and dark. “And when you moan my name, you’ll realize you were mine the moment you stepped through that door.”
Pete’s breath hitched—equal parts rage and need.
And he hated how much he wanted to believe that.