Just A Bit Ruthless

One month later

Luke lay on Roman's broad chest, rubbing his face against the rough hair there, and couldn't help wondering: being with this "bad man" who was far from his ideal of a good man in every respect, How can I feel so comfortable?

His and Roman's sexual experience was so in tune that it frightened him to think about it.Not that the sex Luke had been through before was bad - not bad at all - but nothing compared to what he was feeling now.When Roman touched him, the attraction he felt was like a drug, and once Roman's touch was gone, he felt as hungry as withdrawal.intoxicating.Frightening.The scary thing is that Roman knows his body as well as a musician knows his instrument: when Luke longs to be possessed, to be ordered around, he is domineering; when Luke wants to be cuddled When he was intimacy, he was gentle and considerate; when Luke wanted to have fun and pretend that he was reluctant (with Roman, he had no such thing), the other party could treat him just right. He put on a grim and fierce attitude.

The most frightening thing is that this feeling works both ways.Luke also took good care of Roman's emotions: when Roman was in a gloomy mood, Luke found that he had become extraordinarily well-behaved and obedient, allowing Roman to vent his repressed desires to his heart in one way or another-only the other party's. This attitude can make him orgasm.His climax is that he pleases Roman, which is also... well, it should be said to be very bad.

But the worst part was that he didn't dare to say at all that he was being used by the other party, or that the other party had deceived him.Roman doesn't gloss over who he is, and Luke never pops the idea that "Roman's a good guy, he's just misunderstood."Roman was by no means a nice guy; Luke knew that well enough, but that didn't change the fact that he was smitten with the man.

"You're bad," he murmured into Roman's chest. "I've been driven into a peach blossom by you."

Roman's laughter didn't seem to come from his ears, but more like it was passed to him through physical touch. "What's none of my business? I can only blame you for your strange tastes, you little brat, kudryashka."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Luke muttered, without rebutting the idea that "the brat has strange tastes in his head." "I don't know what that word means." Sounds like a nickname.Luke wishes it wasn't.Roman loves nicknames that are meant to be teased without love.

Roman tugged at his hair. "It means 'curly'. More or less."

great.Another funny nickname.

"I can't help but wonder if you have a thing for my hair," Luke said.

"How do you think that?" Roman said, running his fingers through his curls.

The two of them just got along quietly for a while, feeling so comfortable that it didn't make sense.

"Have you ever killed someone?" Luke whispered, running his fingers over Roman's muscular arm.

"Killed," Roman replied.

A shiver ran up Luke's spine.As far as the content itself is concerned, Roman's answer did not surprise him - he would be surprised if the other party denied it - what really made people shudder was Roman's calm tone when he said this.

Luke looked at the tattoo on Roman's arm, a simple Russian word: Помни.Means "to remember".Luke didn't know the story behind this tattoo, but the word seemed to remind him very well: don't forget this man's abilities and methods.

"Did you do it yourself or did you order it?" Luke said.

"Is there a difference?" Roman said dryly. "Killing is killing, whether it is taken by one's own hands or not. But if I want to answer your question, my answer is: both."

Luke's fingers slid underneath and found Roman's hand.This is a pair of hands that have killed people.A pair of hands that could make him tremble, helpless, and unable to think with a light touch.

"Will it be hard?" Luke said. "A thing like taking someone's life?"

Roman waited for a while and replied, "Sometimes. But most of the people I killed were not good people, so I didn't lose sleep because of it. Besides, I was working for the FSB at the time, so Those are totally legal." For some reason, he said the word "legal" with an almost ironic tone.

"FSB?" Luke asked.

"The FSB," Roman explained.

Note ①: The Russian Federal Security Service, written in Latin in Russian as "Federal'naya Sluzhba Bezopasnosti", Russia's number one intelligence agency.

"KGB number two?" Luke asked again.

"Yes."

Luke frowned, trying to search his brain for knowledge about the Russian military establishment: Didn't the Russian president have a heated fight with the FSB about ten years ago?

"That's where you met the President?" Luke said.

"And some other things," replied Roman, and then muttered: "Liubopytnoi Varvare②..."

Note ②: Russian: Curious savage... (The whole sentence should be "The curious savage had his nose ripped off at the market.")

Luke looked up at him. "What's the meaning?"

"It's an old Russian proverb," ​​Roman said, a playful twinkle in his blue eyes. "Basically the same thing as 'curiosity killed the cat.' A wise saying, don't you think?"

"Are you threatening me?" Luke said with a grin.

Roman's gaze lingers for a second on his smiling lips. "Not yet."

Luke folded his arms over Roman's broad chest, resting his chin on it. "Are you... um, a mob boss or something?"

Roman raised his head and laughed loudly.

"What's so funny?" Luke said, giving him a displeased look after being insulted. "You mean, you're not actually the leader of some organized crime group? That's basically synonymous with gangsters."

Roman still had that joking expression. "I don't use those words to describe myself. I make money, I'm good at making money, and sometimes I make money in ways that aren't legal. The more money you have, the more power and influence you have, and your enemies The more. The more enemies there are, the more ruthless and cautious you will become. Otherwise, some people may have their own ideas."

Luke frowned, thinking about the meaning of this sentence. "I've never thought about it that way." He looked at Roman, "Won't you get bored?" He whispered, "Won't you become a loner by doing this? Besides, why do you need so much money?"

Roman looked at him with an unreadable expression as he brushed his knuckles across Luke's cheek. "Honey, are you sure you're Richard Whitford's own son?"

Luke felt himself blushing.He doesn't know how, and it's not even the funniest nickname Roman has ever used.

"Are you implying that my father was the same?" Luke said.

A cold and tough look flashed in Roman's eyes. "In some ways, your father and I were made of the same mold."

"I know," Luke said. "I mean, I've long suspected that he was involved in some illicit transactions. I'm not a fool, and it's impossible for me to be unaware of those things." Luke hesitated for a moment, then met Roman's gaze . "Then what did my father do to you?"

Roman closed his eyes, as if he didn't really want to continue this conversation.However, what Luke didn't expect was that he still replied: "He didn't think it was a big deal to fool me. As a result, he dumped me a big mess and made me owe a lot of money that I didn't want to owe. A debt of favor - I don't want to owe those people anything."

Luke frowned. "What does that mean? What the hell did he do?"

Just when he thought Roman would not answer, the other party spoke.

"I'm not a person with a lot of principles and a low line," Roman said. "But everyone I've ever dealt with knows I'm never going to go overboard. Because of your father, I accidentally broke one of them."

"My curiosity is hooked to the limit," Luke said, tapping Roman's chest with his fingertips.

Roman opened his eyes and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. "Remember what happened to those curious little milk cats?"

"It's a cat," Luke corrected him.

"Little milk cat is a cat that hasn't grown up yet," Roman said with a righteous face.

"I'm not a cat that hasn't grown up," Luke said, laughing. "Also, the atmosphere of this conversation is getting more and more funny. How can bad guys be funny? You're tampering with the character settings again."

"Maybe I'm not a bad guy," Roman muttered, running his fingers through Luke's hair. "Maybe that's just the world's misunderstanding of me."

Luke scoffed. "Come on. Okay, so what the hell did my dad do?"

All those joking looks disappeared from Roman's face. "We made a deal. Whitford needs to ship tons of illegal goods from Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan to several European countries." He shrugged slightly. "Smuggling a little stuff in these countries is pretty much a no-brainer if you get the right connections. It's just business, as simple and pure as that, and as long as it's not drugs, I don't care. Whitford borrows my train hides to ship. Of course, I didn’t transport him for nothing.”

This conversation was starting to make Luke uncomfortable. "what happened?"

Roman pursed his lips. "My wagon is escorted, but that's just a routine configuration for preparedness in case of special circumstances-the train wagon is not inspected, and there are people to ensure safe passage when crossing the border in many countries. But in There was an attack in Poland—a car exploded, four of my men died, and the disaster brought unwanted attention to the entire train. Tons of cocaine were found in the car." Roman's eyes changed. Be ruthless. "Cocaine obviously wasn't part of the deal Whitford negotiated with me."

Luke frowned, recalling the information he had searched about Roman on the Internet in order to prepare for the meeting between the two: Roman's father died of a drug overdose. "But when I searched your information, I didn't see anything related to that scandal at all. You must have suppressed it."

"Of course I suppressed it. But it didn't work out that easily because people were killed. And because I was never involved in drug trafficking, I didn't have the necessary connections. I ended up investing millions and millions to suppress it." , owed a ton of people to whom I had no intention of owing anything. Worse, this whole mess of troubles ruined my... business reputation in a certain circle. In this business, being officially It's a big taboo to get caught. But your father was almost unscathed, even though he was the one who caused the mess." A wicked look flashed in Roman's pale eyes. "It was just a routine shipment, there shouldn't be any danger. Sometimes, casualties are inevitable, but my men don't work for that kind of nasty stuff. Some of them have families, but Whitford used Not going to explain to a bunch of kids that their father died."

Luke swallowed the sour water that rose from his throat.He'd known his father wasn't some saint, but that...that was another story.It's one thing to be vaguely aware of it, and quite another to know it for sure.

Roman stared at him with scrutiny, which made him uneasy. "What will you do when you inherit your father's business, including all those things that have never seen the light of day? Will you follow his path?"

Luke bit his lip. "To be honest, I try to avoid thinking too much about it." He couldn't help laughing at his own naivety. "But now... I don't think I can do what he did, which is what you do. I'm not—I'm not a saint or anything, and I know sometimes you have to be tough if you want to be successful, but I have my own bottom line." He smiled wryly. "I don't have the flair for running a criminal business, I'm going to make sure the business is successful within the law. My business acumen is pretty good. The Whitford Group may not make as much money as it used to, but I'm not greedy either. That's it."

"There are as many as before," Roman said in a flat tone. "Do you even know how much money you're talking about?"

Luke grinned. "More money than I can spend in my lifetime? I told you: I'm not greedy. Being a millionaire is enough for me. Got stabbed in the back. I'm going to live my life, be happy, and do what I want."

Roman's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Yeah, you're going to marry a good man and adopt two and a half babies."

Luke smiled slightly, and he shouldn't be ashamed to think so. "No, at least four babies. I have a lot of paternity. Also, I prefer surrogacy to adoption, but I'm totally open to adoption."

Roman stared at him with a strange look on his face.

"Will you invite me to the wedding?" he said finally, the look in his blue eyes still unreadable.

Luke felt a strange feeling in his heart.In those daydreams he had sent, he imagined his wedding as a brightly colored event like a fairy tale. A handsome man with unknown facial features stood beside him. The two exchanged vows and sincerely loved each other. look at each other.It can be said that the appearance of Roman in such a bright and happy picture is extremely discordant.

"Hmm," Luke said. "That would be a little embarrassing, don't you think? People usually don't invite them..." He paused, panicked: After all, what is Roman to him? "...the men they slept with in the past came to their wedding."

"The man who slept with him in the past," Roman repeated, with another smirk flitting across his face.He rested his hand on Luke's lower back—the feel and weight had become quite familiar to Luke. "You mean, you won't open your legs to me on your wedding day?"

Luke yelled angrily, "Of course I wouldn't! Who do you take me for?"

Roman's fingers slid further down, touching Luke's still wet and sticky back hole.Luke resisted the urge to wiggle, having just had sex, his place was still tender and sensitive.He glared at Roman.

Roman could still laugh. "Are you sure you don't?" He said in a deliberative tone, rubbing his fingers at Luke's back hole, and inserting a little fingertip in and out to tease the extra sensitive hole. "You'll be all dressed up, maybe in a white dress," Roman said, teasing his quivering hole. "Your good man will be waiting for you at the altar." Deep down, the expansion was done to Luke's comfort.God.

"But you'll be late," Roman said, twitching his fingers but not touching Luke's prostate. "The reason why you're late is because you're screaming under me."

"No," Luke said through gritted teeth, even though he had ejaculated only 10 minutes ago, it was painfully hard now.The man he loves is waiting for him, and he's being fucked by Roman, and the mere thought of it is filthy and sinful, and—"No," he said tremblingly, and as Roman puts another finger in, his voice immediately became hoarse.

"Yes." Roman slightly curled his fingers.Luke shuddered, and a moan escaped his mouth. "Yes, that's it. You get horny when you meet me, and you always will be."

"no--"

"Yes, you are," Roman said slowly, pressing his fingers on Luke's prostate, again and again. "Your nice man was waiting for you at the altar and you got my dick and begged me to fuck you hard. Finally, when he can't wait to come to you, he'll see what a horny you really are Despicable little slut."

Luke groaned and bit Roman's chest muscle.He gripped the small, hard nipple there, sucking greedily, and clamped Roman's ruthless fingers tightly between his buttocks.He couldn't help crying. After hours of cloud and rain, his acupoints were already extremely sensitive and irritated, but now... oh my god.He shrugged back along the other's fingers, hoping to be penetrated deeper, but Roman gripped his curls tightly, not allowing him to move.

"You know what the best part is, pussycat?" Roman growled, fucking three fingers. "Even in front of your fiancé, with him watching, you can't stop begging me to fuck you with my dick. You'll climax, hold me tight, and call out my name," he said. He stabbed Luke's prostate hard with his fingers, and Luke's eyes stared.He whimpered and came, gripping Roman's fingers tightly in his asshole.

When he regained his ability to think, Roman had already removed his fingers, and crossed his pair of strong arms behind his head: he looked like a man who didn't care, and was so calm that he was almost complacent.

"I hate you," Luke said sincerely, his voice hoarse and harsh.He didn't know how it happened, but he had the urge to cry. "Kiss me," he heard himself say. "Please."

Roman looked at him for a while, the expression on his face was unfathomable, then he rolled over and lay on his side holding Luke, grabbed Luke's lips, and gave him a soft and tender kiss, Luke went up to him and melted into him on the lips.He reached into Roman's short hair with one hand and pulled him towards him, pulling him over himself, longing to ripple through his body.

When Roman stopped kissing him, he whimpered in displeasure.

"I'm leaving for Switzerland," Roman said, looking down at him. "Six days there."

Luke felt a convulsion in his stomach.He just...he just didn't want to be stuck in the same room for a whole week, just staring at the four walls.

Roman brushes his thumb over his lips. "You come with me."

Oh.

"Okay," he whispered, a small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.