Page 18 of Vile Heart

“Use your hand to keep them above your knees,” Camren growled.

Before Davian could protest, wet fingers probed at his entrance. They slid down his rim and circled his hole, teasing their way until Davian had to stifle a groan.

“Have you ever been fucked here?” Camren murmured against his ear.

“I’ve used toys,” Davian admitted, ears flushing with shame.

“Dildos?”

“Yes.”

“Good. That doesn’t compare to a real cock, but at least you’ve been stretched before. Now, listen to me.” Those fingers took their sweet time playing Davian’s rim and cheeks, whilehe hung forward, pants in hand, leaning against the bar, unable to keep the moans from spilling. “Mink’s shop has been saved. They received a financial injection from the Ryka family.” Camren’s wet finger dipped inside Davian’s hole and Davian wriggled, panting as he tried to get accustomed to the intrusion. “Your payment was a great start. Loved having you on your knees,” Camren hummed. “Yes, I could get used to this. Waking up every fucking morning with your mouth on my cock, drinking me down.” He pressed in another finger and thrust them inside Davian’s ass, massaging his walls as he went deeper.

Davian groaned. “Everyone can see us.”

“Look around you. Nobody’s watching.”

He was right. Around them, everyone was staring up as the glass cubicle clicked open, releasing hundreds of red and white balloons that carried white notes filled with wishes.

“I wonder what your wish would be, baby?” Camren crooned.

You.

Davian shrugged, then gasped as the fingers were replaced by a throbbing, hot, cockhead.

They both stared as the fluttering balloons filled the air under a loud applause from every single partygoer. “I bet you wished for me to come and save your scattered life. I bet you wished for it when you tore everything to pieces, but you didn’t know how to ask for me.”

Davian lowered his head as he focused on Camren filling his hole, inch by excruciatingly slow inch. It felt full, and the more he thought of what he let Cam do to him, the more thoughts threatened to fill his mind and the more he tensed. The more it hurt.

Camren kissed his nape. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you. Relax for me now, it will make this so much better.”

“I’m scared.” The words poured out of his mouth and made Davian shudder.

“I know you are.” Teeth nipped at Davian’s throat, and his exhale echoed through his mind like a defeat. “You can let go now.”

“I didn’t want to say goodbye,” Davian admitted.

“I know. But you did.” Camren’s nips carried more teeth now, and he split tender flesh and swiped the blood away with his tongue, humming.

Davian’s cock swelled against the remainders of his clothes—of his dignity—and his hand. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. And I’ll forgive you, you know that. After I understand everything.”

Panic made Davian’s chest clasp tight. He should have known it wasn’t that easy, not with a Black Hart.

Placing his hand on the bar as if to physically steer himself, he grumbled, “What else do you want to know?”

“Well, you haven’t told me much, have you?” Camren slowly pulled out his dick, until his cockhead was the only part still buried in Davian’s ass. “Fucking perfect. Look at that, the way your hole flutters around me.” The unmistakable sound of a click had Davian jerk his head over his shoulder.

“Did you just take a picture?”

Camren grinned, but he carried that dangerous glint in his eyes Davian recognized. He was looking for trouble. “Do you have a problem with that?” Ignoring Davian’s glower, he focused on his ass, slowly pressing the rest of his dick back inside while he let out a long, satisfying moan.

Davian’s dick reacted with a hungry jolt, but his mind was spinning. “How dare you!” He spat. “How dare you use me like I’m some fucktoy.”

One almond eye slit open, followed by a lazy grin. “Fucktoy? You?” Camren laughed. “I was going to say, that’s ridiculous, but maybe…” His gaze dipped back to Davian’s ass, but before he could pull back again, Davian growled, “Leave it in.”

Camren’s eyebrows raised in question.

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