Ryan hit the bed with a startled gasp, scrambling back until his elbows dug into the soft sheets. The luxury of the fabric felt like a sick joke compared to the violence with which he had been thrown.
His eyes darted from the ruined cake on the floor, something he had poured his utmost sincerity into, and back to Adrian. Adrian was looming over him, his gaze fixed and predatory as he slid the robe off his shoulders.
It pooled on the floor, revealing the heavily toned muscle and the hard, unforgiving lines of his torso.
"Adrian, can you wait a..." Ryan's voice cracked as he tried to push himself into a sitting position, trying to catch his breath.
He swallowed hard, a lot of thoughts going through his head.
How am I supposed to react to this?
Every instinct screamed at him to run, to say no, but the weight of his reality held him fixated there. He knew he shouldn't agree to this, but somewhere deep down, it felt like he was indebted to the man before him.
