Page 20 of Vile Heart

“You know I did,” Davian grumbled. “Fuck you.” His hand slid back and squeezed Camren’s.

“Here. Feel your own ass. Feel how soft your skin is.” Directing Davian’s fingers, he guided them to where they were connected. “Do you feel my dick? It fucking loves being inside you, claiming you.”

Davian shivered.

“But this is not how this works, baby. You missing me, calling me for help, me saving your family. It’s not complete. Something’s missing, and you know what that is, don’t you? I need you to share your fears with me. I need you to fucking allow me to keep you. Because you’re right in one thing—” rocking faster, Camren felt his climax approach. Releasing that warm cheek, he slid his hand down to where Davian’s trembling hand was still working his own weeping dick. He took over, pumping Davian fast. “Look around you.”

They both peered up, temporarily pulled out of their bubble. Balloons were still fluttering around, though most students hadmoved on from the entertainment. Some of them stared openly at them from a safe distance. “See all those eyes? They’re on us. Onme. Because I can have every single one of them here. But I don’t want any of them, do I?”

Davian’s muscles tensed and Camren knew he was close. When he let out a desperate mewl, Camren was done for. Eyes rolling back, he buried his head in Davian’s blond hair and howled as come erupted from his cock and inside that glorious ass. “It’s you I want,” he murmured, the words dimmed when Davian came on a string of moans, dick pulsing with cream.

The barman’s outreached hands offered tissues and two shots of jagx without the man as much as gazing their way. Camren quickly wiped Davian clean. Davian, who looked exhausted with red, puffy lips and drooping, brilliant eyes. Once they were both fully dressed, he cupped Davian’s face and brought them close, swiping their mouths together. “I’m not the kind of guy who begs, but for you, I fucking will. I want the truth. I want to know what the haunting look in your eyes is, what is your fear. So like you, I’m going to have a fucking great night. And if you want to talk? Just come and get me.”

“Davian!” It was Jaro, calling out from the crowd.

Camren fisted Davian’s hair and tilted him back once more, licking a line down his throat. “But don’t get me wrong. Even if you don’t come to me, you will come home with me tonight. I bought you. Though the choice is yours—you don’t talk? I’ll take you out of here like myfucktoy, kicking and screaming. You come clean? I’ll bring you home as my boyfriend, with your head held high. I promise you, either way I’ll have a fucking good time with you. It’s you who might have a reputation to uphold, so I’d think carefully if I were you.”

8

Davian left with a huff and sweeping up his scattered honor while he stamped toward Jaro. His cousin’s eyes flared Camren’s way, but he just sent him a blowing kiss. He chuckled when the other guy scowled even more.

“What?” Camren mouthed.

Jaro growled at him. Yeah, he was looking for trouble. Flipping him off Davian when he tried to grab his cousin by the shoulders, no doubt to cool him down, Jaro stalked his way instead. Squaring his shoulders, Camren made himself comfortable against the bar and raised his glass for another drink, dark eyes taking in every movement Jaro made.

The barman had impeccable timing, finishing his top-up at the very moment Davian’s cousin reached within earshot.

“And? Did you put a wish on any of those lovely red balloons?” Camren tipped his glass to the ceiling, where they hung cluttered together like a wasp’s nest.

Jaro didn’t look up but grabbed Camren by his shoulder instead. “Just let him go.”

Camren’s gaze lowered to where Jaro’s fingers touched his blazer. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Jaro reluctantly let go, but the moment his hand pulled back, Camren’s fingers snapped around his neck and he pushed him into the bar, looming over him. Jaro’s back arched as he prevented his head from landing into the shot glasses, and wheezed for breath, face reddening. “L-let him go!”

Giving him a cool once-over, Camren tipped his drink back before leaning in. Their foreheads touched.

“Oh no, you’re misinformed. I’m not letting him go.” He grinned when Jaro’s fingers scratched on his hold in a silent plea to be released. “You know, I’ve been wanting a fight this entire night. And now you’re here. Isn’t that just a beautiful coincidence?” Cocking his head, his grin turned into a full-blown smile.

“Wow, dude,” a voice broke the spell.

“What.” Camren cast his gaze aside. “How are you not enjoying your own party?”

“Because yours seems more entertaining,” His brother Emeryx grinned, eyes going from Jaro back to Camren. “I’ll have whatever he’s having,” he told the barman.

The clawing became more urgent and Camren gave Jaro more space, watching as the other guy took in a few desperate breaths. “Fuckhead,” he wheezed. “Just let him the fuck go.”

“Is that the second time I’ve heard him begging?” Emeryx frowned over the rim of his glass.

“Someone has been eavesdropping. But yeah, he’s not very clever.” Camren turned back to Jaro and increased the grip on his throat.

“Just—” The rest of Jaro’s words were muffled as his oxygen was once more cut off.

“Uhm, we’re getting quite the audience,” Emeryx remarked. He was right. Around them, students gasped as they took in the show. “If you don’t want to kill him, I suggest you let him go.”

Camren pulled back with a sigh and took the offered glass, watching as Jaro struggled to get away from the bar and the awkward position he still was in, caught with his back between the bar and between Cam’s spread thighs. He finally succeeded by dropping and crawling through Camren’s legs, but he wasn’t fast enough. Camren kicked him in his fleeing ass that made him sprawl right onto the floor. Everywhere, students laughed.

“You’re an asshole, Cam,” Jaro let out.

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