The sound of Brent's zipper sliding down, the rustling of fabric had Brent's heart trembling in his damn chest.
"S-Sergei, everyone can hear. We don't-"
"That's intentional." Sergei murmured, still pressing kisses against Brent's hand that he was holding hostage. "I want the fuckers who are trying to lay claim to you to hear. I want them to know whose name you're calling." Sergei stared at Brent, a little bit of worry sneaking into his gaze. "Are you embarrassed? Have I gone too far? Would you like us to stop? I will if you're uncomfortable with this, I just also know this is the most effective method to shut them up. We unfortunately have to play their games." What the fuck was Brent supposed to say to that?
To those damn pleading, sweet eyes?
What fucking S Class, Kellen and Rhys included, would be able to pull back like this? Be this kind? Explain everything to Brent like this when they were in the middle of it? Fuck. Fuck!
