Scarlet Obsession [BL]

7. Obsession masked with hate

Elian stormed into the bedroom, looking like someone who had just survived a shipwreck. His chest was heaved up and down, water dripping from his hair and tracing the red marks Dex had left on his skin.

A moment later, Dex walked in. He didn't care about clothes as he stood a few feet from Elian, his dark blue eyes locked on him from behind with a terrifying, steady focus, looking like the devil himself.

“Where are you going?” Dex murmured.”We weren't finished.”

Elian spun around with a hot glare. “I'm finished! I’m finished with your stupid games. You think because you pinned me to a wall, you suddenly have some sort of leash on me?”

Dex walked toward him slowly, until he was standing right in front of Elian, sharing his personal space like he belonged there. He didn't touch him, but his presence alone, as close as he was, was enough to cloud Elian's thoughts. “There is no leash, Elian. There’s just the truth. And the truth is that you’ve never been more alive than you were ten minutes ago.” He stepped closer.

“While I was f*****g your brains out. Admit it, that moment, you totally forgot every one of your problems and in your head, it was just you….. and me.” He breathed against Elian's lips.

“I hate you,” Elian whispered, his voice cracking, he turned away, towards the bed with trembling hands and reached for a discarded robe on the bed. Before he could get back up, he felt Dex's chest press to his back, holding him in that position.

“I know,” Dex murmured, leaning down until his lips were inches from Elian’s ear. Elian's lips parted unconsciously when he started to feel Dex's hand rub up his naked thigh, inching closer to this ass.

“That’s what makes it so good. But don't think for a second that this changes tomorrow. Jacob wants those guns. If we don't find them, he won't care how well we fit together in the dark. He’ll put a bullet in both of us."

“You're crazy.” Elian breathed, his voice trembling.

“I'm exactly as crazy as you are, Elian.” Dex retorted. His wandering hand finally came to his ass, rubbed in a circle before holding firmly.

“Tomorrow, we find those guns, and we kill everyone who touched them. We're going to show the world that the only thing more dangerous than a Russo or a Virelli……is the two of us… together.”

The idea sparked a kind of heat inside Elian, and it wasn't the kind he loved. It was anger, the fact this bastard was bold enough to think he could use him.

Elian jerked his body suddenly, managing to get Dex's larger frame off him. He pulled the robe tight around himself, finally looking Dex in the eye.

Dex gave that wide, sickeningly dark grin, the one that made Elian’s heart skip a beat for all the wrong reasons. But he wasn't fazed, he knew that behind all that craziness, was the fact that he couldn't trust Dex.

“Shut the f**k up.” Elian spat.

“You think because we f****d, the world has stopped spinning? I’m not stupid Dex. I'm going to find those guns, and when I’m done with the street rats, I’m going to find a way to sew your mouth shut so you never have to worry about speaking to me again. I’ll make a necklace out of your f*****g teeth and wear it to our anniversary.”

“We've not even been married for a week Elian. That's cute.” Dex chuckled and Elian smacked him in the face before he could stop himself.

“And if you ever use me as a distraction again,” Elian whispered, his voice at the edge of something inbetween control and suppressed anger. “I will burn your entire empire down with you at the center of it.”

Dex licked his lips and slowly looked back at him. He reached out to catching a stray drop of water on Elian's chin with his thumb, and his hand slowly wrapped around Elian's neck. His grip firm, just enough to remind Elian of his strength.

“I'm counting on it,” He said softly, his grip on Elian's neck tightening. “I’d expect nothing less, husband.”

Elian didn't say anything, he just stared at Dex with those wild brown eyes of his. The sight alone turned Dex on like a light switch.

“God, you're a f*****g disaster, Elian,” Dex murmured, his gaze tracing the frantic pulse in Elian's neck.

“Well this disaster, is going to ruin your f*****g life before you know it.” Elian sneered and yanked Dex's hand away from him. He turned and climbed into the massive bed, leaving Dex standing in the dim litted room.

He stared up at the dark ceiling, the silence of the penthouse starting to cloud his mind, and his thoughts which was all about the missing guns, about his grandfather's cold disappointment. He thought about the blood on his hands.

His grandfather was right, he failed. And it's all Dex's fault.

As his eyes finally began to grow heavy, one thought cut through the chaos, more intrusive than the rest.

‘Of all the ways I thought my life would go... of all the things I thought I would do…’

He felt the shift of the mattress as Dex climbed in beside him, the heat from the other man's body radiating through the silk sheets.

‘I never thought that getting f****d by Dex Russo would be on the list.’

It was a sickening thought, a humiliating thought. But as Elian finally drifted into a dark, restless sleep, the last thing he felt wasn't regret, it was the phantom pressure of Dex’s hand on his throat, and the terrifying realization that he didn't want it to leave.