chapter 3
225 Words
He tried to wrench his head away, but Matthew’s hand locked like a vice.
"You're insane. You're a f*****g psychopath!"
"I am your shadow, Alexander. And the shadow always wins when the lights go out."
Matthew slammed him against the wall.
The impact knocked the wind out of Alexander, leaving him gasping, his head snapping back against the concrete with a dull thud. Before Alexander could scream, Matthew’s mouth crashed onto his.
It wasn't a kiss; it was a collision.
It tasted of desperation and salt.
Matthew’s tongue forced its way past Alexander’s lips, aggressive and demanding, sucking the breath right out of his lungs.
He tasted the sweetness of Alexander’s panic and the metallic tang of blood where he had bitten the inside of his cheek.
Matthew groaned, a deep, animal sound that vibrated through both their chests, his tongue swirling and claiming every inch of the other man's mouth, exchanging saliva in a messy, frantic slurry.
Alexander struggled, his hands clawing at Matthew’s shoulders, trying to push the larger man away.
But Matthew was a weapon, molded by Don Ceaser to be an unstoppable force. He pinned Alexander’s wrists above his head with one hand, crushing them against the cold wall.
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