Chapter 5: BUSTED

(MINUTES LATER)

DANIEL

My devil is in the sheets, glaring at me with hunger in his eyes. His skin is flushed, his words slur. I don’t know if he can see me well, but the way his teeth skate over his lips tells me all I need to know.

“Have you ever used a wheelchair before?” Arden’s voice is hoarse with desire.

My pulse skips. I bite my tongue to avoid speaking, and shake my head instead.

“Would you mind using one?”

Now, I’m scared. Why would he ask me such?

“Peach, answer me.” He says in a throaty voice that sends my stomach fluttering. “Your name is Peach from today. You look sweet. You won’t taste any different.”

Why do I feel like I’m obligated to say thank you?

I nod again.

It seems to irritate him. “Don’t you talk, Peach? You’ll beg anyway when I’m choking you with my cock, why not let me hear your sweet voice?”

Fuck. Arden, is that you?

I’d have bet my life that Arden is anything but warm. He treats Dakor like trash, and here he is lavishing sweet words on me, Peach. I almost like this version of him. But Arden doesn’t eat the same food twice. Once he tastes me, it’s over. Peach will be Dakor.

“Crawl to me,” Arden leans back on the bed, his c-shaped cock stabbing his abdomen, leaving a trail of precum. “Come sit on face.”

As much as I’d love that, this is my moment. My time to be dominant. To make him beg for me.

I peel off my briefs, step forward, letting him rape me with his gaze.

“...Fuck.” Arden flicks precum from his meat, sucking on his tongue with a groan. “Come here now.”

I wiggle my ass and shake my head.

He gets the message. “I won’t repeat myself.”

The dagger is holstered to my calf. I snag it out and tip my head.

Arden rips off his masks, eyes red and steamy. “I’m the dominant one here!”

I would’ve flinched, but Peach is anything but submissive.

I don’t argue. I spin to leave.

“Wait!”

It should be illegal to grin this way. My jaw hurts. I still can’t believe this is real.

Heat crawls up my thighs, sliding into my ass crack. I think something is breathing beneath me.

Calloused hands band my waist. I gasp, the dagger clattering to the rug. Before I can protest, his tongue is tearing through my hole, deep and rough, until I feel his teeth grinding my cheeks.

My chest hits the door, legs hefted on his shoulders, as Arden eats my hole. JESUS. If I don’t scream, I’ll die.

When did he crawl to me? I can’t remember him hoisting me up. And why the fuck is he feasting on my ass like the hungriest man alive?

My eyes roll into their sockets. I lax against the wood, letting my enemy devour me.

I’m going to vomit. The man who stole my birthright is spitting in my ass. Oh fuck, I’m going to die.

“Bloody hell.” Arden rasps, smooching his nose up my cheeks to widen me more. “You’re sweet as fuck. Do you know that, Peach?”

I drive my knee into his face, rocking us to the floor. I seize the blade, legs stuttering, pointing at him.

Blood smears Arden’s chin. He wipes his busted lips with a grunt and props on his elbow. I try my best not to eye his engorged cock, purplish and needy.

“Don’t you like it?” Arden says. “Bloody talk.”

I hate that I liked it. Hate that even now, with a dagger in my hand and hatred in my heart, I’m still hard from his touch. What’s wrong with me?

I gesture to the bed. He complies.

The bed creaks beneath his weight. He smirks, spreading his thighs. “You should’ve said it. Go on. Choke on it.”

I weave through the space, the ghost of his tongue still between my legs. I’m sore already. Straddling his waist, I sit on his abs, savoring the feel of his hot body. Arden reaches for my lips.

I shove him back onto the sheets.

His grin grows wider. “I can’t eat you. Can’t kiss you. Can’t fuck you. What do you want, Peach?”

I like the flare in his eyes when I raise my blade. The way he stills when I skim it up his chest. It’s divine.

I can kill him now. I should kill him now. But where’s the fun in that?

“You’re going to hurt me, Peach?”

I slash him.

“...Arrgh.” He grunts, red bubbling across his chest. “You psycho."

You’re not pushing me away. You love it. You enjoy pain, right?

“P-Peach.” Arden clutches the sheets as I lick the trail on his chest. “Suck me already.”

He tastes so badly good. My shit head boss.

I slash his arm. Not severe, but deep enough to mark him.

He’ll remember this night when he grovels at my feet, begging for mercy, where there’s none.

Arden yelps, his cock thickening as he bleeds out. “You’ll be the end of me. J-Just suck me, please.”

I shake his jaw before smacking his face.

“Please,” Arden pleads. “I want your lips around my cock. I want your body. I want you.”

I snigger darkly. “Say please, Dakor.”

Arden freezes.

The blade digs into my palm.

I spot the tiny camera at the far end of the corner of the room, red blinking like tiny eyes. Arden tails my line of sight, and his jaw sets.

His chest heaves, slow, almost agonizingly slow, realization dawns on him. “Daniel.”

“It’s Peach,” I correct. My heart lodges in my throat. Why’s Clara not here yet? “Don’t give me that look, Mr. Straight. You were willing to die between my legs minutes ago. What changed?”

His reply is a pillow arrowing into my face. Faster than bolt, Arden flips me. My sweat streaks back presses into the sheets. He straddles my waist, sparing me no leeway, before smoldering me with the pillow.

Horror slices into me.

Arden wants to kill me to protect his secret?!

I’m going to die.

My feet kick. I thrash, my screams fading into the fabric, cutting off my air. I can’t bug him off. Arden presses me until the fight gradually leaves me.

A loud bang.

I hear screams. Grunts. Arden curses.

The weight lifts from me. Air sears into my lungs. I clutch my throat, pushing my back against the headboard.

He tried to kill me just like I killed Gloria. No, karma almost got me.

Arden lies spread-eagled on the floor, blood pooling under his head. Clara appears in front of me, tosses the vase, and collapses on the edge of the bed. “You’re welcome.”

She must’ve been watching the feed, waiting for the moment Arden turned violent.

I think he might sustain a brain aneurysm from how badly he’s bleeding. But his eyes are carnal with regret. He should’ve killed me faster is all there is.

It feels like a dream. I know Arden hates me, but… killing me? “How could you?”

Arden's lips purse. He says nothing.

Clara laughs bitterly. “Have you forgotten how Charles died?”

No, I didn’t.

Killed by a married DL guy after Charles threatened to expose him. Fuck, what was I expecting?

“I knew it. I just wanted to buy time.” Clara ambles to Arden. “Don’t be scared. You won’t die.”

She produces a flash drive from her bra. “You might suffer a worse fate if you don’t comply. Will you, Big Bad Boss Arden? Or should I say Birthright thief?”

Arden props on his elbow, eyes glassy. “What do you want?”

“Vengance.” I crouch beside Clara. “For every pain I suffered, you’ll receive double. For every day I wasted, you’ll suffer a lifetime. On your, thief.”

Arden spits on my face. “Fuck you.”

His face whips to the side. Clar flexes her fist and winks. Good.

“You’re no longer, Arden. You’re my pet, Thief.” I grab Arden’s bloody jaw. “If you conspire against me, you’ll die. Financially, emotionally, physically. I’m your God now. I want you to know that.”

Arden’s handsome face contorts into something ugly. “What do you want?”

“What’s mine.”

Arden grins with heated eyes. “Fucker!”

Clara jabs him again. He collapses against me, chest breathing against mine.

Bunching his hair, I wrench his hair back. “Eight percent of your networth. COO of Douglas and Family. And you.”

Arden coughs up blood, but his smirk remains untainted. “You’re greedy, Sweetheart. You want all I own and me. Papa might get jealous.”

“Don’t care.”

Arden’s eyes dart between the camera and us. “If I refuse?”

“I’m sure the world will love to see the Anti-Queer Socialist, Arden God’s Covenant, in a queer society doing…” Clara grins. “I’m sure the views will be explosive. Don’t you think?”

“No, I think we should show Papa first.” My voice cuts. “His Alpha son in the making.”

His fists clench. “You’ll regret this.”

“I already do. Every day I’m with you. I regret not killing you in your sleep.” My brow furrows. “Do we have a deal, Brother?”

Silence descends. His chest heaves. “Done.”

That was easy.

“No,” I tsk. “Arden is stubborn. I want him.”

“I said done,” Arden repeats, more brutal this time. “Is this what you always wanted? I’m at your mercy, aren’t I?” his jaw hardens. “Enjoy while it lasts.”

Clara knocks him out. He crumples against my body, his wavy hair curtaining his face.

Such a hot devil. Such a body deserves to be worshipped, not bruised. But Arden will never change.

I stave off the guilt.

He doesn’t deserve my pity. He took everything from me. Now I’ll take and take till he has nothing to give.