Become a tyrant fiancé

35. Time to show the world

Flashback to a few minutes ago...
As they were both kissing intensely and were on the verge of going all out a knock interrupted. Pete is struck thunderbolt, he hits Vegas' chest because Vegas seems oblivious. Not only did he continue he also increased the pace.

"Mnh, l-let g-go" Pete bit out with difficulty, "S-some, s-someone i-is knocking"

Vegas is aware of everything, he is even annoyed by whoever comes knocking but in his current position and situation, every else can be kept.

He stares down at the smaller figure in his embrace, Pete's hair is disheveled, small drops of sweat roll down from his forehead, and his ear is bright red to his neck.

This sight alone has awakened Vegas's inner beast and his will to fuck him.

The sudden interruption seems to ignite some sort of invisible heat that begs to be released.

Pete pushes Vegas away with all his might, he can't risk being caught. He is not as shameless as Vegas.

"Don't be so shameless," Pete hisses in a low tone "Go and finish your work!"

That somehow turns Vegas on, he does not stop yet he drags Pete to his desk, he pushes him down under his desk, "What are you-"

"I have to finish my work" Vegas

"W-what-" Pete

He has yet to finish when something is shoved down his throat, his eyes widen in realization but it is too late to do anything.

"Shh" Vegas said with a wide smirk,

Pete's face turns bright red from anger and Vegas' next words turn his face purple.

"Come in" Vegas orders in his deep tone and the door creaks open.

"Sir," Secretary Mo enters
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Present time

His smirk grows wide as he stares with amusement at a person kneeling obediently in front of him. He slowly takes out his cock from Pete's mouth, he taps slightly on those plump lip.

With a teasing tone, he said, "Secretary Mo was asking for you, why were you not answering, hmm?"

Pete wipes his lips as he looks away with a huge pout. Vegas leans down to peck on the pout and help him up.

Vegas gently stroke his cock as he said "You're fucking wet, angel. Is afraid of being seen excited you?"

Pete holds Vegas' stare with his menacing one, his hand that tries so hard to push Vegas away is now snaking down to touch Vegas' hardening cock.

"How about you?" Pete asks, "Your restraint only gets you this far, hmm?"

"Don't start something you can't finish, angel." Vegas warns as his voice turns hoarse.

Pete's smile doesn't match his eyes, when his smile is sugar-sweet, wildfire dances in his eyes like a fierce choreography.

"Then will you," his hand slides into Vegas' tightened pants, "finish it for me?"

"Ah ha" Vegas grins

He bends Pete down on his desk, he then yanks Pete's pants down as he caresses Pete's butt cheek and squeezes it.

"As you wish, my angel," Vegas said he then slams his cock which lick with pre-cum right into Pete .

Pete jolts forward from the sudden force, his jaw drops and a moan follows as he grabs the edge of the desk for support.