Scarlet Obsession [BL]

11. The Bargain

When they finally got back to the penthouse, Elian killed the engine of his SUV and watched Dex step out of his black Mercedes without so much as a glance backward. The bastard didn’t even wait, he simply slammed his door and started walking toward the private elevator like Elian and him didn't even arrive together.

Elian got out and slammed his own door louder, glaring at the back of Dex’s broad shoulders as he followed.

The elevator ride was suffocating. They simply stood side by side in silence, all while Elian kept side-glancing at him, but Dex stared straight ahead with a blank face and his jaw tight. Maybe he was exhausted, or he was hiding something.

Probably the latter.

The moment they walked out of the elevator, Dex headed straight for the mini bar in the corner of the open living area. He poured himself a generous glass of whiskey and downed it in one burning swallow, then poured another. He rested his back against the edge of the bar, threw his head back, and let out a deep sigh.

When his eyes opened again, Elian was standing a few feet away with his arms folded across his chest, watching him like a predator.

“What?” Dex asked flatly.

“You know where the shipment is, don’t you?” Elian asked with a low voice.

Dex’s expression didn’t change. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Elian scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes. “Don’t play with me, I know those guys I shot definitely told you something before my arrival.”

“I said I don’t know.” Dex pushed off the bar and tried to walk past him.

Just as he was about to walk by, Elian shoved Dex hard in the chest, sending the bigger man stumbling back onto the leather couch. Before Dex could recover, Elian jumped on him and grabbed him by his tie, yanking him forward until their faces were inches apart. Elian was bent over him, one knee braced on the couch beside Dex’s thigh, eyes burning with fury.

“Don’t. Play. With. Me. Dex.” Elian gritted out through clenched teeth.

Dex’s lips curved into a tiny, infuriating smirk. “Or what?”

Elian's grip on the tie tightened, knuckles turning white. “Just tell me where the f*****g shipment is!!” he yelled right in his face, voice cracking with frustration.

Dex said nothing for a long moment. He just stared, drinking in the sight of his husband. The way his messy dark hair fell over his forehead, the way his face twisted in that beautiful, murderous scowl, the tight black shirt clinging to his lean frame, and the thin gold necklace catching the light against his collarbone.

He looked feral. Or in Dex's thoughts, he looked ‘delicious’.

Dex’s smirk slowly widened, dark hunger flashing in his eyes.

“I’ve always wondered how you’d look in handcuffs,” he murmured. “Chained to our bed…. completely at my mercy while I f**k your brains out until you can’t even remember your own name.”

Elian’s eyes widened, stunned for half a second. Then the scowl returned full force. “Don’t change the f*****g subject, you twisted bastard.”

But Dex didn’t back down, he leaned in closer, even though Elian had him by the tie. “I won’t say a word about the shipment…. unless you let me f**k you right now. And, no fighting back. You give me full control.”

Elian’s face twisted in frustration as he considered those words, which he couldn't even believe he was doing. His breathing started to grow heavier. He hated how the image Dex painted in his head sent unexpected heat rushing through his body.

Dex waited, watching him like a hawk. And when Elian didn’t say anything, even after a few minutes. Dex sighed dramatically and removed Elian’s hand from his tie. Elian slowly got off him and Dex rose to his full height, towering slightly over his husband.

“Cute. You’re actually considering it,” Dex taunted with a mocking tone. “My jealous little wife, so desperate for answers he’d let me chain him up and ruin him.” He brushed past Elian, heading toward the bedroom. “Too bad you can't give me a straight answer.”

He was almost out of sight when Elian’s voice stopped him cold.

“Fine.”

Dex paused. A smug, victorious smirk spread across his face as he turned back around, one eyebrow raised. “Fine what?” he teased, clearly enjoying every second of Elian’s humiliation.

“Don’t f*****g play with me. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Elian growled, cheeks flushed with anger and something else.

Dex’s smirk only deepened, dark satisfaction rolling off him in waves. Before he could say another word, Elian stormed past him, deliberately slamming his shoulder into Dex’s as he passed by.

Dex chuckled lowly and turned to followed Elian into the bedroom, eyes locked on his husband’s tense back like a predator who had finally cornered its prey.

The door clicked shut behind them and Dex leaned against the door for a second, drinking in the sight of his husband.

Elian stood near the foot of the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked incredibly pissed off, his face was flushed and his eyes looked unfocused. He was radiating that beautiful, volatile energy that made Dex’s c**k twitch.

“You got what you wanted,” Elian spat. “Now are we gonna do it or not?”

Dex pushed off the door and stalked forward slowly, removing his tie in one swift motion and unbuttoning his shirt with his fingers slowly. “Not yet. I need to make sure you agreed to the terms, husband. Handcuffs, full control. Only then do you get your precious information.”

Elian’s jaw flexed. For a moment it looked like he might lunge with a knife at Dex's throat, but the heat in his eyes betrayed him. He hated it.

And worse, he hated how much he didn’t hate it.

Dex hands dropped from his shirt that was now fully unbuttoned, revealing his sculpted chest. Elian gulped at the sight and watched as Dex pulled open the nightstand drawer and withdrew a pair of sturdy metal handcuffs. The sight of them made Elian’s breath hitch.

“On the bed,” Dex ordered, voice low and rough. “Hands above your head.”

“f**k you.”

Dex smirked. “That’s the plan.”