Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Sebastian raised his eyebrows slightly. “I’m telling the truth: I didn’t know. Besides, I think you’re putting the blame in the wrong place. It’s not my problem if your relationship was so weak that your girlfriend invited me to her place after half an hour of dancing—”
Vlad punched him square in the jaw.
Sebastian groaned, blood trickling down from his mouth. He wiped it, missing a spot by his lips. Something like fear flickered across Sebastian’s face, but a moment later, it was gone. He lifted his chin, his expression hardening. “Did I hit a nerve, big guy?”
“Shut your fucking trap,” Vlad said, knocking Sebastian’s head against the wall and wrapping his fingers around his throat. “Don’t you have any self-preservation, you stupid shit? I’ve killed people for less.”
The guy actually chuckled. “Does this silly macho talk actually work on other people, mate?”
Unbelievable. The idiot thought Vlad was macho posturing.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of, mate,” Vlad said tonelessly. “I can snap you in half with one hand.” It wasn’t an empty threat. He could. Vlad tightened his grip on the pale throat. It brought him a ridiculous amount of satisfaction when Sebastian began gasping for air. But he wasn’t planning to actually kill the guy; Nina wasn’t worth the fallout. So when the model’s stupidly beautiful face started turning purple, Vlad reluctantly loosened his grip on his neck.
Sebastian started coughing, taking greedy breaths of air. “You should be thanking me, you know,” he said hoarsely.
Was this guy for real?
“Thanking you for fucking my girlfriend?”
“For testing the extent of her loyalty.” Sebastian looked at him. “Do you really need a woman who told a perfect stranger how shit you were in bed?”
Vlad’s eyes narrowed into slits. “I’m not shit in bed.”
Sebastian shrugged. “Her words, not mine. How would I know?” He gave Vlad an assessing stare. “Sure, you’re pretty hot, but it means nothing if the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
Vlad felt his stomach clench with uneasiness. Pretty hot? “Are you a goddamn faggot?” Fucking hell, lately it felt like faggots were everywhere.
Sebastian blinked. “Well,” he said faintly. “Aren’t you a ball of sunshine… If I didn’t know that you were just a product of the anti-gay propaganda prevalent in your country, I’d be pretty damn offended. I’m trying not to be offended, but you aren’t exactly making me regret sleeping with your girlfriend, you know.”
“So you are a faggot.”
“If you must know, I identify as bisexual, but yes, I generally do prefer men,” Sebastian said proudly. “I’m not ashamed of it.”
Vlad sneered. “Of course you aren’t. I wouldn’t expect any different from a man who sees nothing wrong with taking what belongs to another man.”
Sebastian cocked his head to the side. “Okay, I deeply resent your insinuation that being bisexual or gay is something to be ashamed of and that we have no morals. The homophobic bullshit aside, newsflash, caveman: being in a relationship doesn’t mean your partner is your property. Your girlfriend doesn’t belong to you. She’s her own person. If she chooses to sleep with another man, that’s her right, no matter how shitty it is of her. Ever thought maybe it’s your own fault she had no incentive to stay loyal to you? From what I’ve seen, your personality isn’t exactly sparkling. Or maybe you are that shit in bed—”
He grunted in pain when Vlad shoved him hard against the wall. “Shut up,” Vlad growled. “A pansy who takes it up the ass doesn’t get to judge normal men’s sexual prowess.”
Sebastian laughed in his face. “Don’t you think a ‘pansy’ is better equipped to judge your prowess than ‘normal’ men?” He rolled his hips.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you sick fuck?” Vlad said, his neck turning hot.
“A problem?” Sebastian said and rolled his hips again, grinding against Vlad.
“Stop that,” Vlad ordered, tightening his grip around Sebastian’s throat again. “You won’t scare me off by this disgusting shit.”
“Disgusting, huh?” Sebastian said softly, looking him in the eye. “Then why are you half-hard?”
He wasn’t—
Fuck.
Vlad glared. “I’m not a homo.”
Sebastian smiled again, something like amusement appearing on his face. “Tell that to your cock.”
Vlad gritted his teeth. “Any straight man would get a little hard if someone creates friction against his cock. That doesn’t make me a homo.”
“Sure.”
“Stop rubbing against my cock, you perv.”
Sebastian smiled wider. “Why don’t you step away if this disgusts you so much?”
“Because a little faggot like you won’t scare me off,” Vlad bit out, feeling much too flustered for his liking. “People like you are freaks of nature. They shouldn’t be called men.”
Sebastian’s expression darkened. “You know, I’ve changed my mind: I’m getting offended, after all.”
Vlad snorted. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
Something flickered in Sebastian’s eyes before his lips stretched into a smile. “You should be,” he said softly, and pressed his lips against Vlad’s.