Scarlet Obsession [BL]

5. Burning Desire

“I expected you to be occupied with each other.” Jacob said coldly, looking at their disheveled state. “But I did not expect you to be so occupied that you would allow three million dollars worth of high grade weaponry to be stolen at the warehouse, by a street gang.”

Elian's breath hitched as he realized what his grandfather was talking about. It was the shipment he had completely ignored because he was busy tracking Dex.

“It was a lapse in the security grandfather.” Elian tried to defend himself. “My team-”

“Your team, was on standby, waiting for an order that never came because their leader was too busy playing husband!” Jacob snapped, slamming his hand on the table.

“You were in charge of the Villari side of this merger, Elian. You failed.”

Dex let out a soft, mocking huff from beside him and Elian shot him a hot glare.

He turned on Dex, his eyes flashing. “This is all your f*****g fault! You’re the one who baited me. You went to that club specifically to distract me because you knew I would come after you.”

“It’s not my fault you chose jealousy over the business. Just admit you failed.” Dex countered, his lip curling into a cruel smirk.

“ENOUGH!”

Jacob stood up and walked around the desk until he was standing in front of the both of them. Elian stood a head taller than his grandfather, but Dex towered over them all.

“I don't care who distracted whom.” Jacob hissed. “What I care about is that less than a day after your marriage the Virelli and Russo families are a laughingstock. The Irish are whispering. They have eyes and ears everywhere, now they think the lions have been replaced by two bickering house cats.”

He looked at Elian, then at Dex, his disgust obvious as day. Both of them remained silent and didn't say anything.

“You have forty-eight hours to find that shipment and kill every single person who touched it. If you don't, you will bear the consequences.”

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The moment they got back to their penthouse, which was now their shared home. They into the elevator and there was silence, which lasted exactly two seconds before Elian punched the emergency stop button and pressed his silver blade hard against the hollow of Dex’s throat.

Elian’s chest was heaving, looking at Dex with an intent to kill.

“You did that on purpose,” Elian hissed, glaring heatedly at his husband. “You baited me and let me fail. You stood there and watched my grandfather almost skin me alive because it fed that pathetic, bloated ego of yours.”

Dex didn't defend himself, he didn't even flinched as the tip of Elian's sharp blade pierced the skin of his neck, drawing a single, perfect drop of scarlet blood that rolled down his neck, into the collar of his shirt.

“I didn't make you fail, Eliam.” Dex murmured. “I just stood back and let you choose.” He said softly, and a smirk slowly crept to his face. “And you chose me, you chose to hunt me like a dog instead of doing your job. That’s not my ego, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart?” Elian let out a sharp, hysterical laugh, as if the simple pet name didn't send a scorching heat straight to his d**k. His hand was trembling with the urge to bury the knife in Dex’s windpipe. “I hate you. I want to watch your empire burn with you trapped inside it.”

“Then why are you shaking?” Dex stepped closer, his chest now flush against Elian’s as he trapped the both of them against the elevator wall. He loomed over the slightly smaller man, his shadow swallowing him.

Elian hated it to the core, the fact that Dex was bigger and taller, how he could easily overpower him in any given situation and there was nothing he could do about it. But twistely, he couldn't help but think about situations where that could possibly happen.

“A real Don would have cut my throat the moment we stepped in here. But you’re just standing there, holding onto that knife like it’s the only thing keeping you from falling to your knees.”

Dex’s hand moved to grip the back of Elian’s head, his fingers tangling brutally in Elian's hair. He pulled Elian’s head back, forcing him to look up into eyes that were now dark with a predatory hunger.

“You look so f*****g needy. It's pathetic.” He spat in Elian's face.

Elian's blood roared with sudden anger and he dropped the knife, he didn't need it. He tackled Dex with his smaller form, his shoulder slammed into Dex’s chest as he drove him back against the mirrored wall of the elevator.

Elian’s hands clawed at Dex’s jacket, grabbing his throat, trying to find purchase on the man who was currently driving his entire world crazy. He slammed his lips against Dex's and they kissed frantically.

Their kiss was no where near gentle, their lips fought for dominance, sucking and biting. At a point, they tasted blood, they didn't know whose blood it was, but they didn't care.

This feeling between them wasn't so hard to decipher, honestly. It's not really a fight, at least in their dictionary. It was just a desperate grinding and collision of two crazy people who didn't know how to love without causing a catastrophe.

Dex grabbed Elian’s waist, hoisting him up until Elian’s legs instinctively locked around his hips, then he slammed Elian back against the wall. Elian groaned at the impact that knocked the breath out of his lungs, replacing it with the scent of Dex’s skin and the metallic tang of blood.

But it's okay, because Elian loved the pain.

Dex grabbed Elian's hair again and forced him to look up at his own brooding, craze filled eyes.

“Say it,” Dex growled, his mouth hovering an inch from Elian's bitten, swollen lip. “Say you want me to f**k your brains out and make you forget everything but the fact that I own every breath you take.”

Elian’s head fell back against the mirror, his eyes fluttering. His hands moved from Dex’s throat to his hair, pulling him closer with a frantic, messy desperation. He kissed him again, this time, a little bit slower and less rough than the first time.

“I want to kill you,” Elian whispered against Dex’s lips, his voice breaking. “I want to ruin you over and over until there's nothing left.”

“Then let's start with this,” Dex rasped.

He didn't wait for an answer. Dex turned with Elian still in his arms pressed stop button to resume the elevator, and when the door finally opened when it reached the penthouse floor. He didn't put Elian down, he carried him through the dark lit suite, ignoring the reminders of their violent wedding night, and marched straight into the bathroom.