When he spoke, his voice held the same deep, husky tone as it had last night. “I could be waiting for someone,” Dante said without looking at him.Īt Ben’s reply, Dante raised his dark eyes to him. Tristan had been the only place where he’d been okay with a lack in control.īen didn’t ask, didn’t speak at all before he sat across from Dante in his booth. That was part of how he was able to keep up the act so long it made him feel the control he so sorely missed. It was the control he’d always hold onto. Weakness already controlled so much of his life right now that he wouldn’t have that. He considered walking out but that made him feel weak. Dante was sitting at the same table they’d shared the night before. As soon as he opened the door, Ben saw him. Instead he went to the diner for coffee to keep him awake. Christ, he needed to force himself to get some sleep before it killed him. He just walked, not realizing where he was going until the lights of the diner shined in the distance. He didn’t hail a taxi or head for the subway. Without thinking, he just started to move. Or as fresh as it got in this neighborhood. The second he stepped out of the doors, Ben gasped, sucking in a lungful of fresh air. He should be comfortable here the way he once was, yet he wasn’t and it pissed him off. It smelled of sweat, sex, leather and come. He worked his way through the room packed with bodies. Pushed off the wall and went for the door.
The ropes were still beautiful, squeezing pale flesh, yet he wasn’t entranced. He’d wanted to watch him because he’d given Ben a slow burn he needed to feel.īen saw another man tying someone the way Dante had the other night. Why the fuck he cared whether Dante was there or not, he didn’t know.
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