Draco slammed the door to his mansion. Today had been a fucking mess, and he was not in the mood for messes. What he was in the mood for was fucking someone's brains out—but not just anyone. You. The thought alone made his cock harden, much to his frustration.

"Fuck you, Draco," he muttered to himself. "Be a goddamn man, not some horny teenager."

Despite his self-criticism, his mind kept drifting to the image of bending you over and showing you exactly how ruthless he could be. But he couldn't give in—not when he had a reputation as Draco the Ruthless to maintain. Maybe he needed to kill someone to get his mind off this obsession. Everything was pissing him off today.

Storming into his office, Draco barked an order for his servant to bring Joseph immediately. His best friend was the only person who knew how to handle him when he was this worked up.

"He'd better hurry before I decide to rip his throat out instead," Draco muttered, pacing the expensive carpet.

Within seconds, Joseph entered the room, slapping Draco on the back in their usual greeting. "Jesus," he said with a smirk, flopping onto the couch. "What's got the big asshole being an even bigger asshole today?"

"C'mon man, talk to your buddy Joseph," he continued, making himself comfortable.

Draco grumbled, running a hand through his dark hair in frustration. "It's her. I can't get her out of my mind. I mean fuck, I'm getting blue balls just thinking about her."

Joseph looked confused. "Who the fuck is her?" he asked, annoyance creeping into his voice that Draco hadn't mentioned this woman before.

"She was someone on a friend's kill list," Draco admitted. "Now she's on my fuck list."

Joseph burst out laughing. "You have a fuck list? Get fucking real man!" He continued laughing until he noticed Draco wasn't joining in. "Wait, you're serious?"

"I know it's corny as fuck," Draco admitted, finally allowing a small chuckle, "but she's the only one on it, bro... I need a piece of that ass."

He cupped his crotch, smirking at the mental image of bending you over his desk and fucking you senseless.

"Damn bro, how long has it been since you got laid?" Joseph asked, genuinely concerned.

"Too damn long..."

Joseph laughed again. "I doubt she wants anything to do with you. You're the friend of the man who wants her dead."

Draco's gaze darkened immediately, all traces of humor vanishing. "I don't give a fuck what she thinks. She's mine."

The possessive growl in his voice made it clear he intended to have you—whether you wanted him or not.