Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys Book 7)

by Alessandra Hazard

  Contents

  Just a Bit Wicked

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Epilogue

  Coming Soon...

  About the Series

  Just a Bit Wicked

  (Book #7 in the Straight Guys series)

  Alessandra Hazard

  The Straight Guys series:

  Xavier and Sage: Straight Boy: A Short Story (Book #0.5)

  Derek and Shawn: Just a Bit Twisted (Book #1)

  Alexander and Christian: Just a Bit Obsessed (Book #2)

  Jared and Gabriel: Just a Bit Unhealthy (Book #3)

  Zach and Tristan: Just a Bit Wrong (Book #4)

  Ryan and James: Just a Bit Confusing (Book #5)

  Roman and Luke: Just a Bit Ruthless (Book #6)

  Vlad and Sebastian: Just a Bit Wicked (Book #7)

  Copyright © 2016 Alessandra Hazard

  Editor: Elizabeth Balmanno

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and events are the product of the author’s imagination.

  Publisher’s Note:

  Since this book is set in England, some British English words are retained, but spelling conforms to American English conventions. All characters in this book are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to any living person. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.

  This book contains explicit sex, homophobic language, violence, references to past bullying and minor character deaths.

  ~&~

  Chapter 1

  There was a used condom on the floor by the bed.

  This wouldn’t be particularly noteworthy if not for the fact that Vlad had been away for weeks and the condom definitely didn’t belong to him.

  Vlad stared at the condom, feeling bile rise to his throat. His gaze shifted to the picture on the nightstand—a picture of a day at the park. He and Nina looked so happy, her small body looking tiny in his arms as he hugged her from behind.

  He looked back at the condom and felt sick to his stomach.

  Behind him, Nina kept chattering obliviously, saying how happy she was that he had returned home early from Switzerland.

  Vlad had always prided himself on never hitting a woman. He was a big man, with a dangerous job, hot temper and fists to match, but he’d never hit a woman.

  He’d never been so tempted in his life.

  And he’d thought this week couldn’t get any worse. Apparently it wasn’t enough that he’d lost his job and the trust of the man he’d considered a friend. Finding out that his girlfriend had brought another man to his own fucking place and cheated on him in his own bed was just the cherry on the top.

  “Who is he?” Vlad heard himself say, his voice flat.

  Nina’s incessant chatter finally stopped. “What?”

  Vlad turned around and jabbed his finger toward the condom. “Who is the shithead you’re cheating on me with?”

  Nina’s enormous blue eyes widened. Her lips trembled. “Vlad, it’s not what it—”

  “It’s not what it looks like?” Vlad growled. “Are you fucking kidding me, Nina?”

  She flinched, stepping away from him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice full of confusion.

  She wasn’t a bad liar. Too bad for her Vlad was a former government agent and knew people who lied for a living. He used to be one of them.

  “Who is he?” he said. He didn’t know why it was suddenly so important. No, he knew why: he didn’t think he was capable of hitting a woman even now, no matter what a lying, cheating bitch she was. A man was a different matter. Vlad’s body itched for a fight, had been itching to find an outlet for his pent-up frustration and anger ever since Roman had dismissed him from his position of head of security. If Vlad was honest with himself, he’d needed to find an outlet for his anger ever since that English twink, Luke Whitford, had gotten Vlad’s boss wrapped around his little finger. To this day, it baffled and disgusted Vlad how the little cocksucker had managed to bewitch a man like Roman. Vlad had never thought Roman was gay. He was still convinced Roman wasn’t. It was all Luke Whitford’s fault: the brat had the most obscene cocksucking lips Vlad had ever seen. Even Vlad, a completely straight man, couldn’t help but stare a little.

  “Who is he?” Vlad repeated. His chest hurt more than he would have liked to admit. Nina had been his steady girlfriend for two years. She was smart, funny, and beautiful. He had been genuinely fond of her, sometimes even thought he loved her. They’d had a good thing going on. Or so he’d thought. Apparently Nina was of a different opinion if she’d fallen on another man’s dick in the few weeks that he’d been gone.

  It wasn’t that he’d thought their relationship was perfect. They quarreled pretty often, mostly because of his work trips all over the world. The sex hadn’t been perfect, either, but then again, it never was: Vlad always felt vaguely dissatisfied and disinterested during sex, regardless of the woman he fucked. Vlad was used to it, putting it down to his low sex drive. He was actually pretty proud that he never let his cock rule his head, as many other men did.

  “Does it matter?” Nina said, setting her jaw stubbornly. Her eyes flashed. She no longer looked scared and guilty; now she looked pissed off and defensive. “Why are you surprised? You’re never home! Am I supposed to be a nun while you travel all over the world, fucking women in Paris and London?”

  “I’ve never cheated on you,” he said, ignoring her disbelieving huff. She never believed him. “I’m asking you for the last time: who is he?”

  Nina pressed her lips together. “I’m not telling you. You would hurt him.”

  The fact that she was protecting the fucker was an additional blow.

  “Damn right I will,” he said. “Now grab your shit and get out of my place.”

  Nina froze.

  “You can’t do that,” she said. “You can’t just kick me out! I have nowhere to go in Moscow!”

  “You should have thought about that before falling on another man’s cock,” Vlad said flatly.

  Nina flushed. “Do you have to be so vulgar?”

  Vlad gave a harsh chuckle. “I’m just calling a spade a spade. Or, in this case, a whore a whore.”

  Turning bright red, she glared at him. “You know what? Yes, I cheated on you and enjoyed every second of it! He was so much better than you! He was the best I’ve had! I told him how pathetic and selfish you were in bed and we laughed together—”

  “Out,” Vlad said through his teeth. “I’m going out now and you’d better be gone by the time I return.” His fists clenched, he stalked out after throwing over his shoulder, “Leave your key at the security desk.”

  Outside, he punched the wall and leaned his forehead against it, breathing hard and trying to rein in his temper. He wasn’t going to re
spond to the provocation. He wasn’t going to strike a woman. He wasn’t, dammit. Although he needed like air an outlet for the hurt and rage thrumming under his skin, his target wasn’t going to be a weak woman. Nina wasn’t the only one who had humiliated him. She’d had an accomplice.

  Vlad lifted his head, his jaw setting in a determined line.

  He didn’t need Nina to tell him the name of her lover. He could find out himself. There was video surveillance in the building. The last decade as the head of security of one of the most ruthless and influential oligarchs in Europe had given him a lot of useful connections. By the end of the day, he would have the name and the address of the shithead that had made a fool out of him.

  The fucker was going to pay.

  * * *

  It took him even less time than he’d expected to find the information he wanted. What he found out pissed him off him even more. The man Nina had cheated on him with was English.

  Vlad was aware it was irrational to dislike a whole nation because of one person, but after the Luke Whitford fiasco, he’d developed a strong aversion to anything English. He wondered if it was some cosmic joke that an Englishman had ruined his professional life and another Englishman had now ruined his personal one. Well, Luke Whitford was out of his reach, but Sebastian Sumner wasn’t.

  Vlad knocked on the hotel room door, his body vibrating with tension and agitation. While he waited, he thought of what he knew about the man. Sebastian Sumner was twenty-five, seven years younger than him, and was a successful model who lived in London. A fucking model. Vlad still couldn’t believe Nina had cheated on him with a model. She normally turned her nose up at them, saying she didn’t like men who were prettier or skinnier than her.

  The door opened.

  Sebastian Sumner wasn’t particularly skinny, but he was undoubtedly pretty.

  He was tall, almost as tall as Vlad himself, though he was athletic and lean, whereas Vlad was muscular and beefy. Sumner’s shoulders were pretty wide and he was packing some decent muscle, but Vlad’s trained eye quickly assessed that the other man was no match for him. He was also Vlad’s polar opposite where looks were concerned.

  Vlad didn’t have low self-esteem. Women liked him. He had stereotypical Slavic looks with his almond-shaped blue eyes, square jaw, and cropped blond hair. He knew he looked pretty good. A man wasn’t supposed to be beautiful anyway. Frankly, beautiful men with refined features always made Vlad uncomfortable for whatever reason.

  This guy...he was one of those.

  Sebastian’s wavy, raven hair was a little too long and was brushed back casually, framing a strong, handsome face with high, chiseled cheekbones. Big dark eyes stared at Vlad with an inquiring expression. Was the guy wearing eyeliner? His eyes were too pretty for them to be natural. Sebastian’s generous lips were pursed, their red color contrasting with the guy’s pale, perfect complexion. The asshole was gorgeous, Vlad would give him that. He somehow managed to look beautiful without looking feminine.

  “Can I help you, mate?” Sebastian said. His voice was low-pitched, his expression a little sleepy, as if he’d been taking a tap.

  His British English grated on Vlad’s nerves, triggering a fresh wave of anger. This man had been inside his girlfriend. He’d fucked Vlad’s woman at Vlad’s own place, in Vlad’s own bed. There were pictures of Vlad and Nina all over the place; there was no way the guy hadn’t known Nina was taken.

  “You know who I am, so cut the crap.”

  Recognition dawned on the guy’s face. Sebastian stepped back, wariness and a hint of discomfort appearing in his eyes. “You’re Nina’s boyfriend. Vlad, right?”

  “Nice to meet you,” Vlad said, advancing on him.

  “Look, I didn’t know Nina had a boyfriend,” Sebastian said quickly. “I saw your pictures only afterward.” He gave an awkward, crooked half-smile. “She didn’t exactly let me look around when we got to her flat—”

  In one swift move, Vlad shoved the asshole against the wall. “Is that fucking amusing to you, you sick fuck? Was that fun for you to screw with another man’s relationship?”

  Sebastian raised his eyebrows slightly. “I’m telling the truth: I didn’t know. Besides, I think you’re putting the blame in the wrong place. It’s not my problem if your relationship was so weak that your girlfriend invited me to her place after half an hour of dancing—”

  Vlad punched him square in the jaw.

  Sebastian groaned, blood trickling down from his mouth. He wiped it, missing a spot by his lips. Something like fear flickered across Sebastian’s face, but a moment later, it was gone. He lifted his chin, his expression hardening. “Did I hit a nerve, big guy?”

  “Shut your fucking trap,” Vlad said, knocking Sebastian’s head against the wall and wrapping his fingers around his throat. “Don’t you have any self-preservation, you stupid shit? I’ve killed people for less.”

  The guy actually chuckled. “Does this silly macho talk actually work on other people, mate?”

  Unbelievable. The idiot thought Vlad was macho posturing.

  “You have no idea what I’m capable of, mate,” Vlad said tonelessly. “I can snap you in half with one hand.” It wasn’t an empty threat. He could. Vlad tightened his grip on the pale throat. It brought him a ridiculous amount of satisfaction when Sebastian began gasping for air. But he wasn’t planning to actually kill the guy; Nina wasn’t worth the fallout. So when the model’s stupidly beautiful face started turning purple, Vlad reluctantly loosened his grip on his neck.

  Sebastian started coughing, taking greedy breaths of air. “You should be thanking me, you know,” he said hoarsely.

  Was this guy for real?

  “Thanking you for fucking my girlfriend?”

  “For testing the extent of her loyalty.” Sebastian looked at him. “Do you really need a woman who told a perfect stranger how shit you were in bed?”

  Vlad’s eyes narrowed into slits. “I’m not shit in bed.”

  Sebastian shrugged. “Her words, not mine. How would I know?” He gave Vlad an assessing stare. “Sure, you’re pretty hot, but it means nothing if the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

  Vlad felt his stomach clench with uneasiness. Pretty hot? “Are you a goddamn faggot?” Fucking hell, lately it felt like faggots were everywhere.

  Sebastian blinked. “Well,” he said faintly. “Aren’t you a ball of sunshine… If I didn’t know that you were just a product of the anti-gay propaganda prevalent in your country, I’d be pretty damn offended. I’m trying not to be offended, but you aren’t exactly making me regret sleeping with your girlfriend, you know.”

  “So you are a faggot.”

  “If you must know, I identify as bisexual, but yes, I generally do prefer men,” Sebastian said proudly. “I’m not ashamed of it.”

  Vlad sneered. “Of course you aren’t. I wouldn’t expect any different from a man who sees nothing wrong with taking what belongs to another man.”

  Sebastian cocked his head to the side. “Okay, I deeply resent your insinuation that being bisexual or gay is something to be ashamed of and that we have no morals. The homophobic bullshit aside, newsflash, caveman: being in a relationship doesn’t mean your partner is your property. Your girlfriend doesn’t belong to you. She’s her own person. If she chooses to sleep with another man, that’s her right, no matter how shitty it is of her. Ever thought maybe it’s your own fault she had no incentive to stay loyal to you? From what I’ve seen, your personality isn’t exactly sparkling. Or maybe you are that shit in bed—”

  He grunted in pain when Vlad shoved him hard against the wall. “Shut up,” Vlad growled. “A pansy who takes it up the ass doesn’t get to judge normal men’s sexual prowess.”

  Sebastian laughed in his face. “Don’t you think a ‘pansy’ is better equipped to judge your prowess than ‘normal’ men?” He rolled his hips.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you sick fuck?” Vlad said, his neck turning hot.

  “A prob
lem?” Sebastian said and rolled his hips again, grinding against Vlad.

  “Stop that,” Vlad ordered, tightening his grip around Sebastian’s throat again. “You won’t scare me off by this disgusting shit.”

  “Disgusting, huh?” Sebastian said softly, looking him in the eye. “Then why are you half-hard?”

  He wasn’t—

  Fuck.

  Vlad glared. “I’m not a homo.”

  Sebastian smiled again, something like amusement appearing on his face. “Tell that to your cock.”

  Vlad gritted his teeth. “Any straight man would get a little hard if someone creates friction against his cock. That doesn’t make me a homo.”

  “Sure.”

  “Stop rubbing against my cock, you perv.”

  Sebastian smiled wider. “Why don’t you step away if this disgusts you so much?”

  “Because a little faggot like you won’t scare me off,” Vlad bit out, feeling much too flustered for his liking. “People like you are freaks of nature. They shouldn’t be called men.”

  Sebastian’s expression darkened. “You know, I’ve changed my mind: I’m getting offended, after all.”

  Vlad snorted. “Is that supposed to scare me?”

  Something flickered in Sebastian’s eyes before his lips stretched into a smile. “You should be,” he said softly, and pressed his lips against Vlad’s.

  Vlad went rigid. This was sick, wrong, and disgusting, but, for some reason, he was achingly hard, and he wanted—

  He jerked away and wiped his mouth furiously before shoving the faggot against the wall. “What the fuck?” he growled out, pressing his forearm against Sebastian’s throat. “I told you I wasn’t a homo. Do I have to spell it out on your face?”

  Sebastian grunted, struggling to breathe, and yet he continued looking at him with challenge. “What does it say about you that your girlfriend liked a homo better than you?”