“Why can’t you just admit what this is?” The words tumble out before I can stop them. “What we have is special, Victor. I know you feel it too.”
His jaw tightens. “It’s complicated.”
“No, it’s really not. It’s only complicated because you’re making it that way.”
He steps closer, his hand reaching up to cup my face. “I’m here now.”
“In an empty club, after everyone’s gone.” My voice breaks. “When there’s no one to see.”
Instead of pulling away, Victor surprises me by leaning in, pressing his forehead against mine. “I know. I’m trying, Theo. I just need time.”
I lead him to my private room behind the DJ booth, a space even most of my staff don’t know exists. Once inside, Victor’s hands find my hips, but there’s a gentleness to his touch I haven’t felt before.
“Happy birthday, wildfire,” he murmurs against my neck.
Our clothes fall away in the dim light. When he presses me down onto the leather couch, there’s none of his usual roughness. Victor’s hands map my body like he’s committing it to memory.
“Look at you,” he says, reverence in his voice as he strokes me. “So pretty for Daddy. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
When he enters me, it’s slow, deliberate—each thrust accompanied by praise that makes my chest tight with emotion.
“That’s it, baby. Take all of Daddy. Nobody takes me the way you do.”
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Victor...”
He kisses me, open-mouthed and tender. “I have another present for you.”
“What’s that?” I gasp as he hits that spot inside me.
His eyes lock with mine, vulnerability and desire mingling in their depths. “Tonight, I want you to have all of me. I’m ready to give you my ass. I want to feel you inside me.”
I nearly come right then, my cock pulsing between us at the mere suggestion. Victor—my hyper-masculine fight club owner who’s spent months refusing to even consider bottoming—wants me inside him. For my birthday.
“Fuck, Victor,” I gasp, gripping his shoulders as he continues to thrust into me. “Are you serious?”
His eyes darken with desire, but there’s vulnerability there too. “Dead serious, baby. Been thinking about it for weeks.”
My mind races with possibilities. This is a monumental step for him—an admission of trust that goes beyond words.
“I want to take you to the mirrored room,” I say, my voice husky with arousal. “I want you to see yourself when I’m inside you.”
Victor’s rhythm falters for a moment, and I watch his pupils dilate. “You want me to watch you fuck me?”
“I want you to see how beautiful you look taking my cock.” My words are bold, confident—matching the hunger in his eyes. “I want you to see what I see when you surrender to me.”
Victor groans, driving deeper into me. “Fuck, Theo. Yes.”
He leans down to kiss me, his tongue claiming my mouth with the same intensity as his cock claims my body. I moan into the kiss, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. The thought of what’s to come has me teetering on the edge already.
After several more delicious thrusts, Victor pulls back slightly. His fingers stroke my face with surprising tenderness.
“Come on then, baby,” he says, his voice a gravelly whisper that sends shivers down my spine. “Take me to your mirrors, wildfire. I’m ready.”
27
VICTOR
Ifollow Theo down the familiar corridor, something knotting in my chest. I’ve fucked him in this mirror room before—dominated him completely—but tonight everything’s different. Tonight I’m giving him something I’ve never given anyone.