GRAY.

A rage coursed inside of me, making me feel everything as my fist connects with the prick’s face. I can hear screaming, someone telling me to stop, but all I see is red. I hold nothing back, not caring if this would end up screwing me up in the first place because there’s no way that I’m going to let him get away with this. When I saw him touching Lennox, it made my blood boil and I wanted to rip him apart right where he stood. I wanted to break all his fingers and I wanted to make sure that he knew that Lennox is not his and he will not touch him.

The bloodlust courses through me, wrapping my hands around his throat, a killer approach that I have never truly done. I've never been a hands-on killer even if I wanted to be, thinking it is tasteless. I'm momentarily broken out of my dark thoughts when Lennox latches onto my arm, worry clear on his face.

“Silas, stop!” Lennox begs me, seeing the battered face of the man below me, “don’t do this, you’re going to kill him.”

Lennox manages to drag me off the prick who is not moving, unconscious. We have formed a crowd, and everyone is looking at me with fear, obviously knowing what I am capable of. I’m used to it; I don’t really care so much if I am being honest. It’s not a good idea to just do whatever, or at least I think that. As an assassin, this wasn’t a smart move.

Lennox drags me towards the private area, not letting me think about anything else. I kind of thought he was going to chew me out, but he must have decided against it. There’s more so a blank expression on his face, one that I’m not entirely certain about. When we get to the men’s bathroom, he pulls me inside and shuts the door behind us, locking it. I guess he wants to give us some privacy right now, that would make the most sense.

Turning on the faucet, he makes sure the water is warm enough before moving my hand under, cleaning up the blood. My body is practically plastered against his, his butt rubbing against the front of me, making my body react against my will. I’m hoping that my boner will go down, embarrassed that this is even happening. I don’t know how he is even able to make me have a boner like this because he’s not even my type. I don’t like men like him; it would be the worst thing that I do. I know I would regret it if I fell for him like that. But when his eyes look up and meet mine in the mirror, I know he is feeling what is happening right now.

I really wish that it wouldn’t happen this way because honestly, I don’t feel right about getting a boner over someone like him. He’s not even worth my time and he’s going to be out of my hair soon enough. At least that is what I would like to think but of course Lennox is going to do his own thing and he wouldn’t give a damn about me. He slowly turns around towards me, peering up at me with those big brown eyes that knocks me down a few notches. How he knows what to do to me, I don’t think I am ever going to be able to figure out.

“It looks like you are having a hard time there.” He murmurs huskily, his fingers moving nimbly over my body, playing with the belt of my pants, “how about I help you out?”

I thought that he would at least wait for an answer, but I should have known that Lennox doesn’t do anything like that. He quickly works on my pants, feeling like I’m about to burst out and not be able to do anything else. Making his way onto his knees, he just pulls my boxers down enough to let my cock spring free, almost smacking him in the face. His eyes widened with awe and surprise, like he wasn’t sure what to expect.

“What are you doing?” I ask him, my voice coming out a lot huskier than I intended it to.

“Just sit back and relax.” He corrects me, my eyes widening slightly as he ends up freeing himself from the confinements of his own pants, “I know you’ll enjoy this as much as I will.”

I wasn’t sure about what he was going to do next until I felt his lips around me, making me toss my head back and grind my teeth together at the intense feel of his hot, wet mouth wrapped around me. It is almost too much, finding myself falling hard into the delight that comes with receiving head, but he is almost too damn good at it.

I’m not small by any means and he takes me deep, not even gagging as I feel the muscles of his throat working around me. He pays attention to the sensitive areas, teasing me and not holding anything back. A part of me longs to strangle him, to make him go crazy for what he is doing to me but the other part of me doesn’t want to hold back at all. When I look down, his eyes are closed, and he is sucking on my cock like it is the tastiest thing in the world as he jerks himself off. Just the sight alone is enough to make a man want to cum. As if he knew what I was thinking, his eyes flash open and he pins me with an intense stare.

It's like he is taunting me to do as I pleased.

Feeling a boost of confidence, I decided to not hold anything back. If he wants to be treated like a slut, then I will do precisely that.

Grasping the back of his head, worming my fingers into his soft hair, I really start to pound into his accepting mouth, making him choke and tears well in his eyes but he doesn’t push on me to make me stop. If anything, he is trying to get deeper and deeper, making me accept everything he is throwing my way. I just continue to thrust into his mouth, chasing my own pleasure, loving the fact that he is just doing as he pleases. My balls are churning with need, desperate for so much more but I don’t know what he might end up doing next. 

Throwing my head back, I let out this strangled moan as I thrust all the way into his mouth before I cum, seeing how he sucks me off and takes every drop. It’s almost too sensitive as he groans around my length, spilling onto his hand and the floor beneath us. 

Why did he have to be so hot looking like a cum-guzzling whore?

I was still almost immediately, stunned by my own thoughts. Did I just think that? I need to get away from him, that is all I could tell myself as I pull out from inside of his mouth and fix my pants, hiding myself away. He is slow to get up, licking his lips like he is savouring every last drop. This man is going to be the death of me, I think that I have already come to that conclusion.

I better stay away from him.