Inara_Me

A posh boy and a ‘no fucks given’ Billionaire. 
“Get on your knees and suck me off, like a good boy." 
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When his grandfather passed away, Brandon knew he had to do everything to make sure that his family company was in good hands, and by good hands, he meant his. 
Arrangement set up for the inheritance demanded, Brandon moved to another country and countering a man as a love interest, which was completely unnecessary because he was not gay.
But was his answer taken as it should have been? Absolutely not.
As the days to fulfill the condition fly by and Killian and Brandon get closer, things start to blend in and out at the same time, they too break apart. With the sudden presence of the faces from the past and Brandon’s continuous doubt about his sexuality, would he actually be able to receive unconditional love for once? 

[ Morally gray hero, dark romance, hero obsessed, boys love, LGBTQ+, gay romance, romance] 

Love Me, Mr. Archer [BL]

"It—" the word strangled itself out of Brandon's mouth, he pulled on the handle again, "is stuck."

"To be precise, it is locked." Killian sat from behind him, and Brandon could hear the smile in his voice. "Not stuck."

Damn it, he closed his eyes, it was the last of what I wanted to be stuck in. How worse can this day actually be and it is not even nine!

"I don't want to be stuck nor be locked with you. So open the door."

"Too bad, I do not need to listen to you. Have a seat, wallace."

Bran narrowed his eyes on the wood in front of him. He was yet to turn around, and if it worked in his favor, he would rather not turn around at all. To look into his grey eyes, full of darkness, fuck no.

"You heard me." Killian pointed out.

"I did." He bit. "And in case you have not figured it out, I ignored what you said."

"I can always do it for you. Would you rather I get up and come to you? Because that position would seem awfully familiar, you being backed into a corner, and I standing over you."

Bran recognised exactly what Killian was insinuating. His heart picked up pace as Killian continued.

"I suppose I could use a redo—"

"Shut it!" Bran turned around, glaring at his boss without holding himself back. His entire body buzzed with tension and rage, he helped himself back because if he didn't know, he would physically launch himself at his boss and tackle him to the ground.

Killian tilted his head. "Shut what?"

"That!" Bran all but shrieked. " talking about what you did!! Don't speak it. Don't mention it, don't even fucking think about it."

"No?" Killian said, but it seems more like a taunt. "Why not?"

His eye twitched and he wanted to vomit out everywhere that came into his mind, but Brian held himself in. Carefully, he answered, "because I did not consent to it. I did not want to give you a fucking blowjob. You took it."

"Took it?" Killian repeated. "That is quite an accusation. Since you're waking one, I will join you in it. Tell me, were you not aroused when you were on your knees with me?"

Heat assembled in the upper half of his body. "What?"

"You heard me." Killian stated like it was a fact and did it very confidently. "I know what I saw, Brandon and my eyes rarely failed me. You were aroused by what you did."

"I did not do it! I did not do anything. I did not want to do anything. Stop talking about it." He gritted out.

The irony of the situation was not lost on him. Killian was in his seat, looking vehicle and every bit of CEO and a powerful man he was. Where is he, on the other side, had been backed against the corner, with his bag against the door, waiting to be out, he felt like a caged animal, helpless, and completely at someone's mercy.

At the mercy of the man, who was now smoking, knowing that he had sunk his claws exactly where he needed them to be.

Sinking Claws in - I