Before Elian could protest, Dex yanked him out of Ryan's hold and pulled him flush against his chest. One big hand settled possessively on Elian’s lower back, and the other held his hand tightly. They started moving to the music, but there was nothing soft about the way Dex held him. Their bodies were pressed together, chests brushing with every step.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Dex growled quietly against Elian’s ear. “You could've declined, but you decided to accept his hand and dance with him right in front of me. What the hell are you trying to prove huh?”
Elian tilted his head, lips brushing against Dex’s jaw as they turned. “Jealous again? I thought you liked watching.”
Dex’s hand slid lower on Elian’s back, almost gripping his ass in front of everyone. “I’ll f**k you right
