Page 13 of Vile Heart

“You know who I am.” The man nudged his chin to where the chair stood. “There are two ways we can do this. Either I drag you to that chair or you go and sit your ass down. Which one’s it going to be?”

Davian’s jaw clenched as he took in the room once more. “She’s not here, is she?” He huffed at the silence that followed. “Of course. I’m too stupid for my own good. So what’s going to happen now?” He stalked toward the chair, sure to keep his head held high. The situation was nerve-wracking, but he wouldn’tshow anything. He plopped down onto the chair. “See? Here I am? Now what?”

“Now—” Ropes were pulled out of his pockets, “I’m going to tie you up.”

Now that…Davian’s heart sped up. That was downright terrifying.

“No one's going to get hurt. It’s Cor Night, remember? Spread your legs.”

Davian obeyed, dumbfounded. Should he fight the big guy? “She texted me, you know. She was going to be here.”

“And she will be,” was all he got.

Davian fumbled with his emotions as he watched the big guy tie him up. “Just don’t leave me here, okay?”

“There. Finished.” A flash of a smile, then he walked away.

Davian had to fight the panic that surged through his insides. He bit his lower lip, but it didn’t stop the bitter taste of fear filling his mouth. His breathing sped up and then…the lights went out.

Davian’s eyes furiously blinked as he gazed around the black air. “Calm down,” he muttered. He knew this place. He’d worked out countless times in the judo rooms. But the place felt different in the pitch dark. Especially when tied up. His multi-slate dinged, but his wrist was tucked behind the chair. Jaro…his cousin would search for him. He’d find him. They’d have a big laugh and head back home. Swipe up the scatters of destruction he’d caused. Forget about the past. Forget about…

Footsteps.

Davian scrunched his eyes while his mind tried to focus. Where did they come from? They were light and fast. No…he bit his bottom lip in concentration. They were heavy. There were multiple footsteps. That guard probably.

“H-hello?”

“Davian.” A soft hand brushed his hair.

“Galya?” Davian released his breath in relief, blabbering, “fuck, you really scared the shit out of me. Why is it so dark in here? Who’s the guy who tied me up? You know how scared I am of the darkness.”

Fingers ran over his shoulder down his chest, then disappeared back into the darkness.

Davian blinked in confusion. “Galya? Babe?”

“Don’t worry.” She sounded too far away.

“What do you mean, don’t worry? Where are you going?” Davian threshed in the chair, but the rope didn’t give way.

The click of the closing door created a deafening sound in his head.

This had all been a game. It was Cor Night, after all. How had Cam bribed his girlfriend so easily? Davian signed. Everything was easy for a Black Hart. Now he had another problem. Slowly reality kicked in. He sat tied up on a chair in the darkness. And he wasn’t alone.

“Is that you?” He whispered.

Fingertips trailed down from his forehead to his cheeks, lingering where they traced the shape of his lips. Davian opened his mouth, but the fingers moved away, continuing their soft perusal down his chin. He swallowed, and the caress followed the bobbing of his throat. “I shouldn’t,” he muttered to himself, voice sounding unnaturally hoarse. “Fuck, I really shouldn’t—” His breath hitched when those fingers tweaked a nipple through the thin material of his white shirt.

Another pair of fingers stroked his other nipple, and Davian tilted his head back and groaned. His pants tightened uncomfortably as blood rushed south. He stared up into the darkness when those fingertips started unbuttoning his shirt, caressing the naked skin of his lower abdomen. “Is that you?” He tried again. The fingers had reached his pants. “I shouldn’t want this.” His protest was weak, the sensations sizzling throughhis veins. “Fuck,” he moaned when they traced the outline of his stiffened cock. His head lolled back and his hips thrust up out of their own volition. It had been so long since someone had touched him. His pants were rolled down and left at his knees, and Davian stared through hooded eyes in an attempt to see. Fingers kneaded the insides of his thighs, and Davian shuddered when they reached his balls.

“I might blow before you even begin.” His body thrummed with a need that was new to him. Davian thought he heard a chuckle, but then all sounds were blocked by the loud buzzing of his ears as a warm mouth engulfed his exposed slit. Davian jerked on a grunt and he could only gasp through quivering lips. “Good Light, you feel so good,” he babbled. “I never knew it could be like this. I—” Heat enflamed the tips of his toes and worked its way up to his groin, where that sinful mouth was now taking Davian’s cock to the back of a throat. He lifted his ass in an unbridled roll, words of plea spilling past his lips. Hands rolled his heavy balls in their palm, and that heat spread out through his abs up to his chest, tightening his muscles as he prepared for release.

That vicious mouth kept on sliding up and down his shaft, tongue darting out to lick at his wet tip, cleaning up the pre-cum that kept on oozing out.

“I can’t stop,” Davian murmured. The muscles in his arms hurt from the effort to be released. “Oh, fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

Hands were everywhere. Cupping his sack, wrapping around his girth, keeping him still when Davian wanted to thrust, faster and faster, in search of his climax. He couldn’t think anymore, his usual restraint completely cracked. He could only moan when that mouth gave him the perfect suction, lips closing tight around his dick and sucking him slow and deep. Davian came on a howl, his entire body shocked from what was the most intenseorgasm he’d ever experienced. And that mouth kept wrapped firmly around him until he was fully milked, only then leaving lazy laps to clean him up.

Davian stayed like this, body trembling, mind numb. That mouth went to leaving wet, open kisses on his stomach, onto his pubic hair, and softened cock. Then Davian’s cock was nicely tucked back into his briefs together with his pants. His shirt was tugged back inside his waistband, the buttons still open. More kisses were dropped onto his stomach and chest, and then Davian held his breath because that mouth was just inches away from his own. A finger touched his lips, tracing the shape of his mouth once more, accompanied by those lips, as if they were testing its firmness. Soft kisses were dropped to the corners of his mouth, causing goosebumps on his neck. When they pulled back, Davian searched for it with his own lips, craning his neck in an attempt to drag it back in. On his own mouth.

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