Chapter 1: The Rescue
The dimly lit warehouse reeked of rust and desperation, a fitting cage for Cory, whose wrists burned against the coarse rope binding him to a cold metal chair. His sharp green eyes flickered with defiance, even as the ache in his muscles screamed for relief. He wasn’t broken—not yet. The bastards who’d snatched him off the street thought they could toy with him, but Cory’s mind was a steel trap, plotting every move for when the time came.
The door slammed open, and heavy boots echoed on the concrete floor. Cory’s heart raced, but not from fear. He knew that stride. Dive. His Dive. Six feet of raw power and unyielding loyalty, with a jawline that could cut glass and eyes that burned with a fury Cory had only seen in their most heated moments.
‘Well, damn, babe,’ Cory drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm despite the situation. ‘Took you long enough. I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.’
Dive’s gaze locked on him, a storm of relief and rage. ‘Forgotten? I’ve been tearing this city apart looking for you, smartass. You think I’d let these fuckers keep what’s mine?’ He stepped closer, his presence a wall of heat and promise, as he sliced through the ropes with a knife that glinted in the faint light.
Cory rubbed his wrists, smirking even as pain shot through him. ‘Yours, huh? Last I checked, I wasn’t a damn possession. But I’ll let it slide if you get me out of this shithole.’
Dive’s lips twitched, a rare half-smile breaking through the tension. ‘Oh, I’ll do more than that. I’m gonna make sure you never forget who’s got your back.’ He pulled Cory to his feet, their bodies brushing, electric even in this hellhole. The air crackled between them, a familiar heat that had nothing to do with danger and everything to do with need.
‘You’re such a caveman,’ Cory shot back, but his voice was lower now, laced with something hungry. He pressed closer, feeling the hard planes of Dive’s chest against his own, the tension of the last hours melting into something primal. ‘But I’m not complaining. Not when you look like you’re about to rip someone—or something—apart.’
Dive’s hand slid to Cory’s waist, gripping tight, possessive. ‘Keep talking like that, and we’re not making it out of here before I show you exactly how much I missed you.’ His voice was a growl, rough with want, and Cory felt it straight down to his core.
‘Promises, promises,’ Cory teased, but his breath hitched as Dive’s other hand tangled in his hair, pulling him into a bruising kiss. It was all teeth and desperation, a clash of tongues that tasted like salvation. Cory’s hands roamed, greedy, sliding under Dive’s shirt to feel the taut muscle beneath, already imagining the heat of skin on skin.
They stumbled back against a wall, the cold concrete a sharp contrast to the fire building between them. Cory’s fingers dug into Dive’s shoulders, his voice a husky taunt. ‘You gonna fuck me right here, or are we waiting for a bed? ‘Cause I’m not feeling patient.’
Dive’s eyes darkened, a wicked glint in them as he pressed harder against Cory, letting him feel every inch of how much he wanted this. ‘Keep pushing, babe. I’ll have you sweating and panting before you can blink.’
Cory grinned, fierce and unyielding, ready to take everything Dive had to give—and give it right back.
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