The Last Spade Master

CHAPTER 10: Rat got no guts

Hearing the voice, Carlos turned to see a young man with silver hair, wearing a transparent white shirt with black pants, leaning against the counter with a pair of wine glasses in his hands. His unbuttoned collar shows his dainty collar bones, which are too smooth for a man. His physique is neither lean nor muscular. The soft silver eyes of the man further added to his beauty.

The man gave him a flirtatious smile, moved towards his ear and whispered "Come on babe, lets get in to fun"

His hot breath fell into Carlo's ear, which awakened his desire. His irritated mood from before vanished, only to be replaced with the urge to quench his thirst. He could already feel the tightness of his pants.

He took the wine glass from the man and gulped it down in one go, saying, "Wait for me, kitten. I will be back," he whispered back and turned to get Ms. Silver's order from the bar counter.

The urgent footsteps of a man can be heard down the dark corridor. Carlos, who couldn't wait to devour the silver beauty, barged in to the room at the right corner of the corridor.

He pulled the door open only to be stunned at the sight before him. His mouth went dry as he gulped his saliva to regulate his breathing.

The silver haired man lay on the bed with his right arm supporting his head. The chains of cuffs on his hand made a clattering sound as he adjusted his head. He wore pitch-black velvety pants, which enhanced his slender thighs and legs. The black harness around his neck stirred something deep inside him.

Above all, those silver eyes stared at him with deep lust. His eyes were too foggy and enchanting, wanting one to be forever buried in them. Overall, this sight is worth capturing in a portrait.

Carlos loosened his tie and moved toward the bed. He couldn't wait for another second after seeing the mouth-watering dish served right before him. He pounced on him, not knowing that the man before him was not a kitten to purr at one's caresses but a wild cat.

The silver haired man rolled to the other side of the bed, escaping from his clutches. Carlos, who has been on the edge of losing himself, can't help but glare at the man.

"Desperate, aren't we?" the man laughed and got down from the bed and stood on the other side.

Carlos huffed "If you want to play cat and mouse, we can surely do it on other time"

"I am no cat, but you surely are a mouse," the man replied nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Carlos mood worsened as he moved towards the man and grabbed the man's neck in a tight grip. The latter doesn't show any attempt to get free from his hold; instead, he smirked with provocation.

"Let's see how you can still smirk after I finish fucking you," Carlos leaned towards the man for a kiss.

Suddenly someone yanked the man away from him. All he could feel was the air passing through his empty arms.

On the other hand, the man with silver hair, Sam Tayser, crashed right into the well-toned chest. His bridge of the nose hurt a little from the sudden collision. He lifted his head to see a man staring dangerously at him.

At that moment, Sam knew he had overdone it. He cheekily grinned at him. He put his both arms around the man's neck, rubbed his nose with him, and whispered seductively, "Oh, hi darling. How do you like my attire?"

The man named Ruth seethed in anger upon seeing the red mark on his boyfriend's neck. His eyes roamed over his body to see the possible injuries.

Seeing this, Sam patted Ruth's shoulder and said, "Calm down Ruth, I am alright. This rat didn't have the guts to hurt me." He pouted seeing Ruth not responding to him. He roamed his hand toward Ruth's waistline.

Ruth grabbed Sam's naughty hand before it woke up his little brother, who went to sleep only after seeing the red handprints on his neck.

"You better not test my patience now, Sam," Ruth said as he possessively wrapped his hand around Sam's waist, bringing him closer to his chest.

As if breaking their bubble, Carlos, who has been offended by Sam for repeatedly addressing him as a rat, ran towards them to land a punch, only to be caught by Ruth.

Ruth effortlessly caught Carlos's fist and twisted his hand, bending it backwards. A painful scream escaped from Carlos. He could no longer feel his right hand as it went numb from pain. Ruth kicked him in the back. He banged his head on the edge of the bed.

Carlos felt his head throb from pain, and soon he fainted as his head landed on the floor with a slight thud.

Sam's eyes bulged as he asked Ruth, "You didn't kill him, did you? Boss wants him alive."

Ruth scoffed and replied, "He is not dead but I wish he did"

Ruth grabbed Carlos leg and dragged him along the floor of the corridor, followed by Sam, who was now wearing his boyfriend's jacket.