Two Men. One Forbidden Love. No Way Out (Edit)
Chapter 2
The silk sheets clung to Dylan’s skin like a second layer, every nerve in his body alive, trembling. His breaths came uneven, shallow, and he didn’t know if it was fear… or something far more dangerous.
Hunter still sat there, lounging like a king on his throne, cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. His gaze never left Dylan, sharp as a predator watching its prey.
Hunter Hendrix
“Do you know,” Hunter murmured, exhaling smoke
Hunter Hendrix
“how beautiful you look when you’re helpless?”
Dylan DiMaggio
*Dylan’s chest tightened*
Dylan DiMaggio
*He forced his arms to cover his body*
Hunter Hendrix
*Hunter’s chuckle was low, amused, cruel*
Hunter Hendrix
“You don’t need to hide. I’ve already seen everything worth seeing.”
The shame, the heat, the rush of blood to Dylan’s face—he wanted to scream, to run, but his legs wouldn’t move.
Dylan DiMaggio
His voice came out strained, cracking, “Why am I here? What do you want from me?”
Hunter leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, cigarette burning between his fingers. His eyes glinted in the dim light, dangerous and unrelenting.
Hunter Hendrix
“What I want,” he said slowly, each word dripping like honey
The silence after his words was suffocating.
Dylan DiMaggio
*Dylan’s heart thudded against his ribs like it was trying to escape*
Hunter crushed the cigarette in the ashtray, then stood, the sound of his boots on the hardwood echoing louder than thunder. With every step, Dylan’s pulse spiked.
Hunter stopped at the edge of the bed. His hand brushed the rope tied loosely against the frame, and his smirk deepened
Hunter Hendrix
“You should’ve seen yourself last night,” he whispered, his voice sinful, almost mocking
Hunter Hendrix
“Begging. Trembling. Mine.”
Dylan DiMaggio
*Dylan’s throat went dry. His mind screamed in denial, but his body betrayed him with shivers*
Dylan DiMaggio
*He tried to speak, but nothing came out*
Hunter Hendrix
*Hunter leaned down, his lips hovering near Dylan’s ear*
Hunter Hendrix
“Don’t fight it, pretty boy. You’ll learn soon enough… no one walks away from me.”
Dylan squeezed his eyes shut, clutching the sheets tighter, as if the fabric could protect him from the storm that was Hunter. But deep inside, beneath the fear, a spark of defiance burned—he wasn’t ready to break. Not yet.
And Hunter… Hunter knew it.
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