The moment Taeryn stepped out of the bathroom, his naked, muscled body still dripping with water, Rihan looked up from the bed.
He was seated, his robe discarded, exposing his own hard, flushed cock. A condom dangled between his fingers as his heated hazel eyes dragged slowly over Taeryn from head to toe.
"My beautiful slut," he whispered. His voice was low, darker than usual.
Taeryn swallowed.
Rihan was goddamn hot, but there was no smile in his eyes. Just want. Pure, consuming want. It made Taeryn's stomach tighten. He suddenly didn't know what to do with himself.
"Come here, Taeryn," Rihan commanded, drawing out his name as if to make it clear that he was still angry. Very much so.
Taeryn obeyed.
The moment he stopped in front of him, Rihan wrapped his hand around Taeryn's thick, hard cock and gave it a firm stroke. A broken groan tore from Taeryn as his head fell back.
"Look. At. Me."
The words were cold.
