Page 9 of Vile Heart

Slowly rising out of his seat, Camren circled the table until he’d reached Davian, who still sat stiffly in his chair. There was no way any one of them could miss the tent in Camren’s pants, which was part of the fun. The other part was to grab Davian’s throat and lean in, flicking his tongue against those sweet, soft lips in a fleeting movement. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered. Then he released Davian and walked back to his chair. Plopping back, he asked, “Question or command, Galya?”

“I know you.” She said instead, looking at him in pure agony. “You’re one of the Black Harts.’

Camren grinned. “Clever girl. So, question?”

She nodded hesitantly.

“Do you love him?”

Galya blew out a breath, brushing a hand through her ginger curls. “Yeah. Yes, of course, I do.”

“She doesn’t sound convincing,” Camren turned to Jaro, “do you think?”

Jaro bit his lower lip. “Why don’t we just go back to the party and have some fun there?” He tried.

“Has he ever fucked you?”

Galya flinched, eyes darting around before it swept over his black heart. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“Yourboyfriend?” Camren grinned. “Oh sweetheart, I think you are mistaken.” Tipping down his drink. “You and little man, enjoy the party. Davian, unless you want to make a scene in front of every single student at Cor, meet me at my favorite spot in the building.” Tucking the taser back into his pocket, he didn’t wait for the others to leave and walked out of the library.

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Camren made his way back through the foyer. One glance at the empty railing confirmed his suspicions—despite their complaints, all his friends were gone, in search of their prey. The thought made him horny.

Davian’s wide stare. Those big, blue eyes. Full lips. Blond, shiny hair. His determination to fucking say ‘no’ to Camren.

How dare he. He was Camren’s. Camren’s best friend, the one he’d discovered everything in life with before the other Black Harts had made their wicked appearance. One by one they had corrupted his darkened soul a little further.

Maybe he was in need of redemption.

Being privileged was awesome, but it didn’t always make things easier. He and his brother had always gotten what they wanted. They were close with their parents, and aside from the recent political unrest his father had through his work, they’d never had to worry a single day in his life.

For Davian, things had always been different. His angel of a friend had grown up in a working-class family who struggled to keep their utility shop for as long as Camren had known. His meeting Davian when they were toddlers had been a stroke of luck, a birthday party of someone both their parents happenedto know. It had led to so many playdates. Playdates had become hang-outs in the park, nights out, and when Davian turned out to be an ambitious student, Camren’s parents had opted to pay his college fees.

And then, when they were freshmen, everything had collapsed.

The party was in full swing. White and red balloons had been put together in a large, glass cubicle, waiting to be released. Red hearts flashed everywhere. He wondered if Davian was close by, searching for him. Was he already on his way to their next meet-up like a good boy? The thought was maddening and made desire pool in his stomach. The way he’d refused him, stubborn and proud and so, fucking sexy.

Camren headed for the bar. As he waited for his drink, a large presence appeared next to him.

“I finished, Mister Ryka.”

“Andry.” Camren gestured to the barman. “Make it two.”

“Thank you, Mister Ryka.”

“Well, I figured we could use a few tonight.”

They drank in silence.

Then, as if a light was switched on, Camren caught sight of Davian. He stood on the dance floor, Galya’s arms wrapped around his slender frame. She was only a little smaller than he was, but Camren growled at the way she took possession of him. Davian let her, hips jerking uncomfortably as he moved to the rhythm.

“Shouldn’t he be somewhere else?” Andy deadpanned, taking a sip.

“Yeah, he should.” But fuck, if that defiance didn’t make him hard.

They watched the couple until the tune morphed into a sexy slow one that made Camren’s hand fist in his pocket.

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