Submissive Assassin Book 2 (BxB)

Neither of them said anything.

The moment their gazes locked, it felt as though both had lost any sense of thought, overwhelmed by their hormones that they were unable to stop themselves.

Charles' had awakened in a room that he had never seen before.

After a quick glance around the room, he figured it was most likely a guest room as it reminded him of a hotel, although with less accessories. There were no drawers or television, neither was there even a bed stand or windows. All there was a mattress and a bathroom, but it was kept in such a polished state that he wondered if anyone had ever used this room.

After attempting to open the door to leave, he realized very quickly that it was locked and that there was no way he could leave. The door seemed to be made of wood, but when he launched his body into it, the metallic obstacle propelled him backwards, causing him to stumble and fall onto the ground.

It was then that the door opened.

Charles' thought his mind had changed over the years. He had told himself that the next time he crossed paths with Kane, that he would leap forward and launch as many attacks as he can, even if it didn't kill him. He told himself he was young and naive, unprepared for the real world, but that now, he had gone through enough life experiences to finally avenge Natalia.

But the events unfolded very differently than what he had envisioned.

The moment Kane entered the room, Charles' was mesmerized by the way his black dress-shirt tightly stuck against his bold pecs. His muscles had gotten much thicker, to the point that his abs could be seen through the tight shirt squeezing his abdomen. His black hair had also grown longer, which he swirled into a bun with strands falling on either sides of his jaw. He left his subtle beard grow, and Charles saw a hint of a tattoo that was poking near Kane's collarbone due to the few unbuttoned sections.

When his light chocolate gaze met Charles', both their expressions were the same.

Charles' saw the way Kane stared at him with such admiration, as if he was itching to leap forward and devour him, and it was as though the lust exploded like wildfire through their bodies. It had been four years, and it felt as though four years had caused those unfulfilled hormones to flood and it had finally reached its limit.

Both were unable to stop themselves as Charles stood to his feet, instantly gripping Kane's dress-shirt, pulling him into a full-blown lustful make-out without allowing Kane any instance to breath. As for Kane, he instantly reached his palms on either sides of Charles' face, pulling him tighter against him.

Both of them wanted dominance, their tongues finding a balance but Charles still fighting for more as he bit down on Kane's bottom lip, feeling him flinch and grunt from the pain that spread through his nerves.

Every time their lips found one another, after a head tilt for a better angle, it was as if the puzzle pieces connected with such precision that it was uncanny, as if they had always meant to be together.

All Charles' could think was how much he wanted to thrust so deep inside of Kane that it made him scream. He wanted to hear his moans and his grunts, wanted to hear him beg for more, and in the next second, he bent down to his knees and tugged at Kane's belt buckle.

"Charlie."

"Shut up."

The room felt steaming hot, as though the lust was evaporating from their pores to the point that their brains had been drugged by it.

Charles could practically smell the desire fuming the air, and his fingers were rushing too frantically that he couldn't unhook the belt buckle. It was as though he had been patient for way too long, completely forgetting how he even had gotten or questioning where he was; all he wanted was to lick every aspect of Kane's body.