Page 55 of King of Liars

Although, I wanted to know what that fucked-up punching shit was about. Not why it happened, but why King had needed to press him so hard about it. And why Ryan had lost control.

I pulled out of Ryan’s ass when King said, “Stay like this, Two. Keep that cock wedged between my cheeks.”

Anger swelled within me as I watched Ryan keep his shaft inside King and take a kiss. I shook it off. There was nothing to be jealous of, I told myself.

“Two, tell me it was good,” King said. Ryan leaned back, revealing the blood that rushed from King’s nose. “Tell me you liked it.”

“I liked it so fucking much, Your Majesty. But you need a tissue.”

King reached back into the pouch behind him and grabbed a bag of wet wipes. He retrieved one and ran it across his face before resting the bag at his side.

“I liked it a lot,” Ryan said as he took the wipe and helped King. “I just… I don’t think…”

“Did youloveit?” King interrupted, and the way he looked at Ryan confused me. “Did you?”

Ryan pulled farther back, his eyes widening, his bottom lip shaking as he seemed to be trying to think of something to say but couldn’t.

“Something wrong?” King asked, tossing the wipe on the floor with the discarded condoms.

“What are you doing?” Ryan asked.

“I care about King more than I think I even want to admit to myself,”King said, as though reciting something he’d memorized.“I think I’m falling for him. I could love him.”

Even under the dim lighting, I noticed Ryan blushing. “What did you—”

“Hole, that’s what it said, wasn’t it?” King asked, rolling his head back.

Ryan looked to Hole, who wore a guilty expression. “Did you fucking break into my place?”

“The other week, when he asked you for some free oil,” King said, “and you told him he could swing by, gave him the key code since you were at work. Hardly breaking and entering.”

Ryan closed his eyes and took a breath.

Those bastards! King was a fucking hypocrite for violating Ryan’s privacy while so closely guarding his own.

“I asked Hole to peruse your journal, yes,” King went on.

Ryan glanced at me, then back to King. “But that was…”

“Private, wasn’t it?” King asked. “What’s the rule?”

“Rule Three,” One piped up.

Disavow any feelings for the King.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It didn’t take a mind reader to see the hurt all over Ryan’s expression. And even worse, knowing it was over King.

It made sense that he loved King. They had been doing this together for so long.

“Your Majesty,” Ryan began.

“Perhaps that’s why you couldn’t give me what I needed tonight,” King said through his teeth. “Now get out. Of my body, my house, my life. You’re exiled from my kingdom.”

Exiled? What a fucking joke!

His words were so cold, and seeing it go down, knowing this had all been some scheme he’d concocted far before this moment, disturbed the fuck out of me.

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