All Chapters of The Devil’s Game: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Aiden's legs gave out almost before the word was finished. He dropped to his knees in front of Vito, looking up at him with wide eyes. Vito looked down at him, his expression dark and hungry. "Take it off." Aiden's hands trembled as they moved to Vito's waist. The last time he'd been in a situation even remotely like this, it had been with his ex-girlfriend. She had wanted to go down on him, and he had let her, but he'd hated it. Hated every second of it, actually. He'd felt nothing but discomfort and the desperate wish for it to be over. He'd never understood why people made such a big deal about sex. It had all felt wrong, awkward, like he was supposed to be feeling something he just couldn't access. But right now

Aiden was pacing back and forth in the large office room, his footsteps echoing against the hardwood floor. Back and forth. And back and forth. He counted the steps… twelve one way, twelve back, trying to keep his mind occupied, trying not to think about Vito.Or what they'd done.Or the way his body still felt warm and used.Or the hickey on his neck that was probably going to be there for days.‘Don't think about it. Don't think about any of it.’But it was impossible not to. Every time he stopped moving, his brain went right back to that desk, to Vito's hands on him, to the way he had moaned Vito's name like– The door bolted open with a bang that made Aiden jump.One of the men walked in… the same one who'd pointed a gun at him that first night, the one who'd looked at him like he was already dead."The ride is ready," the man said, his voice flat. "Let's go."James was his name. Aiden had heard one of the other guys call him that before. He seemed to be another of Vito's right ha

Aiden woke up the next morning to an empty house.The bed was too big, too soft, too quiet. For a moment, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where he was.Then it all came flooding back. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. The house was silent. No footsteps. No voices. Nothing.He got out of bed and walked to the window, pulling back the curtain. Outside, he could see guards stationed at various points around the property. Two by the gate. One near the garage. Another walking the perimeter.But no sign of Vito.Aiden let the curtain fall back and headed downstairs.The house was even more massive in the daylight. Everything looked expensive and untouched, like it was a showroom rather than a place where people actually lived.He wandered from room to room, trying to find something… anything, to keep himself occupied.The living room had a TV, but he couldn't find the remote. There was a library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, but all the books looked lik