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Scream [MxM]
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Alex Mikhailov thought last night was supposed to be simple. A drink, an interview, maybe a few sharp words exchanged with Roman Carter, the arrogant, untouchable boxer he was assigned to write about.
But instead-
Warm breath ghosted over his ear, followed by a low, husky voice.
"There's still condoms," Roe murmured, his fingers trailing lower, teasing. Slow. Purposeful. "How about another round?"
Alex sucked in a sharp breath, his body already betraying him, heat pooling in his core.
His mind scrambled for a distraction. Something. Anything.
"Don't you have a match today-" His voice hitched, breaking into a soft moan as Roe's pace quickened, his lips tracing the curve of Alex's jaw, his cheek, his neck.
More kisses. More heat.
Alex's fingers curled into a fist, a shaky gasp slipping past his lips.
"Yo... slow down-"
But Roe didn't.
Alex's breath hitched-then broke into a loud, helpless cry. His fingers trembled on the desk, his entire body shuddering as heat crashed over him in waves, leaving him trembling and weak. His chest rose and fell in ragged, uneven breaths, his mind drowning in the overwhelming sensation.
The man behind him chuckled, low and satisfied.
His teeth grazed the shell of Alex's ear before he bit down-not hard, but just enough to make him shudder.
"That's right," Roe murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "Scream for me."
...
A journalist set out to interview a boxer-but instead, he woke up tangled in his sheets. But what if there was something more beneath this blazing romance? something deeper, something neither of them was ready to face?
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WARNING⚠️
-Mentions of murder, drugs, and illegal activities.
-Intense sexual content
IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS.
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#6 in #eroticromance
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