Become a tyrant fiancé

48. The tyrant's vow

Pete's eyes find the raging woman at the other end of the mass garden, her hand clenched into a tight fist as tears stream down her eyes. Pete grins as he grabs onto Vegas' hair and drowns himself in pleasure.

On the other end, a tall figure with a binocular in his hands observes everything. He zooms in toward the young figure's face that inadvertently in his view "Fuck, you are sexy" 

Pete gets off from the heightened pleasure, his cheek flashing crimson as sweat rolls down the sides of his cheek. He stares down to meet the tyrant's glinting gaze. Vegas swallows the white fluid and withdraws his mouth. 

The younger's thumb wipes the corner of Vegas' mouth, "You are good with your mouth,"

"Well angel, you are better," said Vegas as he stood, his gaze never once leaving the flushing younger "No, you are the best"

His hand enticed Pete's neck and his lips placed on the younger. The kiss continues after their hot session, turning them both on all over again but the place is inconvenient to keep going. 

Pete finally can properly breathe, his chest heaving from the grasp of fresh air. "T-that's enough, you pervert psycho!"

"Sensible coming from someone who begs to be sucked" Vegas

"Who beg? Don't forget," Pete tucks the older ties and whispers beside his ears "You offer"

"You were the one that begged and I haven't forgiven you, yet"

The tyrant gently nudges Pete against the tree, his hand finds the younger zipper as he is ready to get on his knee when the younger stops "W-what are you d-doing?" 

"You haven't forgiven me yet. So I will be on my knee begging you all over again," said Vegas 

Pete knows better that Vegas never joke, if this continues he might suck him dry. He can't risk. 

"I-it true that I haven't forgiven you but I'm hungry" Pete states vigorously trying to escape the tyrant clutch. 

"Are you scared?"

Pete smirked, "I'm scared that you can't take whatever it is in store"

Vegas released his hand, "Don't worry, whatever it is I can take it as long as it is from you"

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They were at the exclusive five-star Micheline. The tyrant reserved the entire restaurant for their dinner night. 

Pete stares at the handsome figure across the romantic table. The sharp jawline, the expressive lips, and the captivating shape of dark orbs perfectly aligned with his face. He has fallen for this man. Vegas observes the younger lingering gaze as delicate as the white jade and, as soft as the falling winter. 

"Someone," Pete started after done looking "Someone saw us in the garden"

"Whoever it is, is dead" Vegas stated nonchalantly, opposite from his dangerous consent. Giving offhand comments as if 

"It was the person from earlier" 

"She?" 

"Why? You can't kill-"

Pete's accusation was cut short by the tyrant's chilling tone "You know I can" 

"I was the one that brought her there" 

"Why?" Vegas

It's his turn to stir the reason because he couldn't find one. 

Pete tsk, the question has strangely annoyed him "How many women did you fuck or should I ask"