Page 17 of Vile Heart

“I didn’t order that.”

“You didn’t,” drawled a familiar voice. Camren pressed his chest against Davian’s back and planted his hands on the bar, caging him in. “But I did.”

Davian’s body went rigid, goosebumps coating his neck and arms and his dick thickening in his pants.

“I’m glad you came by yourself, baby.” Two fingers tucked under Davian’s chin and Camren tilted his head back until their cheeks touched. Davian grimaced at the sudden ache from being stretched. Camren’s hair tickled his temple when he leaned in and left a trail of kisses on his throat, making Daviangroan and his cock throb. “I checked some things on my end,” Camren continued, “Mink’s utility shop went bankrupt after the accountant’s final checks. It appears that said accountant also found suspicious transfers.”

Davian gasped when teeth scraped his throat.

“Your parents could get arrested for that.”

“I know,” he stammered. “I’m?—”

“Don’t. It’s too late for apologies. It’s time to fix things. Open.”

Fingertips tugged on Davian’s lower lip and the cool glass was pressed against his mouth. His gaze got lost in those almond eyes, that endless darkness that looked straight through him.

“Drink.”

The alcohol burned his throat, his swallow was traced by fingertips. Davian’s glass was snatched away from him and before he could object, he was spun around, his back pressed against the bar and locked in Camren’s grip.

“The shop,” Camren barked. “What is it that you want?”

Davian licked the lingering scent of anise from his lips. “My parents are unhappy. They don't know what I’ve done. They—” He cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders. “I want the shop to reopen.”

“That’s it?”

‘I—yeah.”

“So why let it go bankrupt in the first place?”

Davian’s cheeks heated. That was a low blow, and Camren knew it too.

“Hmm?”

“It wasn’t working,” Davian began, “we ended up in red each month. We couldn’t compete with those large corporations.”

“Then why have it reopened? If it’s not self-sustainable.”

Davian licked his lips, his heart hammering in his chest. “I have some plans. If you want, I can show them to you? I’d be looking for investors.”

“Investors, huh?” Camren’s eyes roamed over his face as if to check if Davian spoke the truth. “Very well. I will invest. Whatever it is you need. As for your payment…” He pressed a chaste kiss on Davian’s mouth, then pushed him to his knees.

Davian sputtered when he hit the ground with a thud, and he looked up, eyes wide in surprise. “You’re not going to ask me to—” His panicked gaze darted around. “Everyone can see.”

“Hmm, that’s right.” Camren brushed a few blond hairs from Davian’s face. His smile was dangerous. “If I let them, that is.” He popped open the button on his pants and rolled down the zipper. Fishing out his flushed, hard cock, Camren brought it Davian’s mouth, swiping the wet head over his lips. “Come on, baby. Suck it good for me.”

Davian’s face flamed with embarrassment. He should get the hell out of here, he should?—

Camren clicked his tongue. “It’s too late for any of that and you know it. You wanted to be saved by me, so here I am. Feeling fucking elated to have you this close. Saving you in my own way. Meaning, I’ll have all of you, starting with you on your knees, for me.” He looked away, but pressed his cockhead firmly against Davian’s lips, making them part for him. “Ah, Andry, just the guy I was looking for.”

Davian inhaled deeply, battling emotions of shame and desire when he inhaled that foreign musk scent. It made his mouth water and his cock to throb painfully in his pants, despite the earlier orgasm. Slowly, he gave in, allowing that velvety, hard flesh to penetrate his mouth. It felt incredible. Fingers trailed his flushed cheek and temple, wiping away the sweat that lingered. Davian raveled in the praise, inhaling deeply and letting him be carried away in the moment. He heard Camren talk, the soundof his self-assured, warm timbre as he conversed casually with Andry.

Davian’s lips were entirely stretched as Camren’s cock nestled inside the tight heat, and spit dribbled past his chin when his head started bobbing.

He wanted to please Cam, wanted him to be proud of him. The realization struck through him like a shuttle. Even when they were younger, he’d always wanted to impress his super cool, super rich, best friend.

Davian sucked harder, and when he heard Camren grunt, his insides glowed with delight. Feelings of doubt swirled through his mind, but they couldn’t stop the way his insides curled with pleasure when Camren’s hand landed on his head. The touch was soft, yet firm, his intentions clear. Davian’s head was yanked back and he whined when that thick cock slipped out of his mouth. He wanted more. He wanted… Swearing, he tried to compose himself. Suddenly he was pulled up to his feet and spun around, his back pressed against Camren’s chest. Fingers opened his pants and rolled his pants down over the curve of his ass, exposing his naked flesh.

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