로그인I fell into that time. That goddamned fucking era. When I became Leon’s number one bitch for all seasons. Any trick, any gimmick, I had been game. I had been subservient. A willing pawn on a bastard’s masterboard.
“Burn it. All of it,” I growled.
I could sense Adrian, but I didn’t care. Reece took the package away.
I staggered to my chair and slumped into it. Adrian approached carefully.
“Wh –”
“Are you hungry? Shall we get some lunch?” I asked, my voice dis
I kept on the elevated level; the same one I had walked in on. I moved from one end of the large room to the other; people pushed against me, more than half of them apologized.By the time made it back to the entrance side, I was laughing lightly and had a drink in my hand. Somewhere along the line, someone had handed me one from their table.I stood and watched the dancing crowd for a bit.Without any warning, an arm was suddenly around my waist. I didn’t even jump at that. The room was very full, and such things had been happening all night.I turned. A lady’s face was in mine.“Hello!” she chirped.I smiled at her. “Hello.”“You here alone?”I nodded, then shook my head.Her pretty eyes danced. She seemed a bit tipsy.“Not sure?” she yelled into my ear, then leaned back.I held her up. My arm around her back, hers still around my waist.She was swaying too much.I glanced around. “Where are
I swallowed.“Ready?”“No."He grinned.I smiled, nervously.“Tonight,” he rumbled, stepping in close, far closer than anyone ever had in a near-crowded space, “you get to have a good time. With me. My way.” His amber eyes bored into mine. My breath was seized.I wanted to steal a glance at the people around, but couldn’t bring myself to do so.Regardless, it seemed, no one was looking at us. Not that I could swear to it, but I certainly didn’t feel like they were. Not like how I did when I was back home.Jayden spun, and I followed.Did he always move like this? I mused as I watched his back, his hips, his legs.Maybe… I responded to myself, his clothes don’t usually fit like this.Now, I felt the eyes. I glanced at the line we were approaching. Half of them were watching him. The other half –I averted my gaze, but kept my head up.Nobody knows me. No one knows
My shirt wasn’t a button-down top. It was already cut. Open at the chest. No buttons at all. I didn’t have an inner shirt or vest. Either would have shown underneath, not aesthetic at all.The trousers and jacket were thick, heavy, almost like jeans. And they had a light shine, as if the clothes had been polished, also something I had never worn, and would never have picked out for myself.I aimed more for low-key outfits than what I currently had on.I adjusted my weight, pulling on the edge of my jacket, as I crossed my legs. Even my shoes were perfect. Didn’t feel tight in any place. Black dress shoes, no pattern or design on them.This get-up from my… I mused, my thoughts slowing. What is Jayden Malroy to me? What am I to him? After that –I flushed and re-crossed my legs, changing from right over left to left over right, as images from earlier that evening flashed in my mind.I refocused my gaze on the quickly passing
Leon had sent the kid to me. After telling him what we were.The Leon Ralis I knew would never do that without some purpose behind it. Adrian was no kind of threat, physical or otherwise, to me. He was not even workable as a honeytrap. Not with what Leon knew about me. Not with who the boy was – my enemy’s very own baby brother.I was Adrian’s mentor, however coerced. I was not the first; I would likely not be the last.The only thing that came to my mind was what I also needed the kid for: access to the person at his side.He wanted the boy to be a bridge. To me.So did I. To him.My computer beeped.I rushed out of the bathroom. Didn’t bother to dry off. I stood before the screen, dripping wet, naked, as the image I had been sent opened up automatically.I leaned down; I smiled.Well done, Leon. Very well played, I reflected as I stared at the face on my screen.==========I went back to Adrian’s
He had spread my knees, so smoothly, so easily. He had pulled the towel at my waist down to under my buttocks.When he had actually opened my towel up, I didn’t know. It was as if I was witnessing everything in pictures. In stills. Section after section, with some parts missing.His hand from the bucket fed an ice cube into his mouth. He did not blink. He took my rod in, with the ice still there, and I stared. I wasn’t breathing. My brain had shut down.His head slid down, his tongue rolled, and I jerked up. My eyes wide, my mouth open.His head came up, the ice swirled. Hot tongue. Cold ice. The water, his saliva, and my precum all flooded down as my cock slid out of his throat, out of his mouth.But he didn’t release me. His head lowered, and he snorted, and from then on, scarfing sounds filled the air.He was devouring me.My thighs started to shake, uncontrollably. I lifted my hips with him as he came up again. His hand went back
Jayden came back. Behind me. Behind the sofa. A cold compress was at the back of my neck. I closed my eyes, leaning into the ice being used to massage the heat from my body.In silence, he worked.I kept my eyes closed, tears threatening, but never making it through. I steadied myself once more, consciously slowing my breathing, then pacing it.From my neck, he moved to my temple. Applying the cold with practiced precision. It was almost like he knew where I hurt.Temple back to neck. The front now. Then my shoulders. Then back up to my temple. Then my cheeks.He left and returned. A separate cloth, a smaller towel, damp and folded, was laid over my eyes, melted ice the source of the intense chill.My lips parted.“Your brother and I are past history,” he rumbled, his voice tight, strained, his ice pack tracing the same path again, my eyes cooling as I kept my breathing steady.“I told you, that first night in your house, that
“I may be unavailable by phone or messages of any kind, but I want you to know that everything is fine, and if anyone comes here looking for me, you are to tell them I’m on a business trip.”His lips parted as his face fell.“And whenever you can’t reach me, I want you to put such t
“Leon, tell me seriously, do you think I’m that kid you knew? I mean, take a good look,” I leaned forward, his throat bobbed. My eyes searched his, but I kept my expression neutral.“Do I look like your puppet?” I whispered, as if I was saying something that no other ear should hear, as if
“I’ll take care of –”“Pleeeassee,” he stressed, his face red, his breath coming in short gasps.I sat back, still on him.“What’s wrong?” I tilted my head slightly, my shoulders slouching.“This, Jayden. This
I reined it in as my angel glowered. Wheezing, I continued, “Don’t fight him. It won't end.”Marcus was eyeing me now. Some fire had left his eyes, but not all of it.A tremor crossed his brow, and he narrowed his eyes at me. “I can’t handle him… But you can?” he rumbled.I s







