Page 17 of Martyr

That wouldn’t do.

He’d already formed attachments to the others?

West was going to have to step up his game and teach their stubborn Phoenix why it’d be beneficial to have him in his corner.

Chapter 5:

“Lay back,” West ordered, and even though that was the last thing he wanted to do, Nix followed the command.

He was too exhausted to fight, especially since he knew it would be in vain. When had he ever won against one of the Demons? When had anyone? He laid down over the silky deep brown comforter and stared up at the ceiling, waiting.

There was no dome roof like in Lake’s room. The ceiling was plain, the walls a dark wood. From a window across the room, he could hear the sounds of rain pattering harshly against the glass, that mixing with the soft notes of the classical music trilling around them. There were several hover-speakers, black orbs a bit larger than the white, glowing light ones. They seemed to drift aimlessly about, as though caught up at sea with no real path or destination.

Like Nix.

Right now, he had no idea what he was doing. Everything felt like a pipe dream. His plans and reason for coming here, for uprooting his entire life in the name of revenge for a person he wasn’t even certain deserved it anymore…It was all a mess.

The bed creaked when West planted a knee on the edge of it, and Nix’s breath caught in his throat.

“Are you afraid, Nixie?” West’s voice dropped low a moment before he gently swept the flat of his palm up Nix’s bare stomach. “Is it because you know I want to hurt you?”

He shook his head.

“No?” It didn’t sound like he believed him. “Then what is it? I wonder if you’re this afraid of Yejun. You should be.”

“I’m this afraid of Lake,” he said before he could help it, the bitterness dripping from him like poison. He shuddered when West’s hand coasted between his abs and then ghosted over his left nipple before moving on.

In the next instant, West was hovering over him, still fully clothed and leaning to the side to avoid crushing him beneath his weight. The tender touches continued, his gaze leisurely roaming over him with the same ease and care his hand was.

It was fake.

There was nothing soft or delicate about him.

“Why are you giving me that look?” West asked, tapping a knuckle between Nix’s brow. “You’re sulking.”

“Am not.”

“And now you sound like a sulky child.” West slipped that same hand between Nix’s thighs, grabbing on before pulling it against himself. He rubbed the hard length of his trapped cock against his hip as if to silently tell him what would happen. But even that was uncharacteristically gentle.

The Demon rolled his hips, rubbing himself off against Nix’s body, and stared down at him.

But that was all.

He lasted maybe a full minute before he couldn’t take it anymore. “What are you doing?”

West grinned. “What do you think I’m doing?”

“If you wanted a sex doll, you could have just—”

“Ah,” he cut him off, and Nix realized he’d walked straight into the trap. “Are you sulking because I’m being too slow? Wantme to hurry things along and give it to you good, Nixie? Rough, just like I promised?”

He shook his head but it was too late.

West’s hand shifted, cupping Nix between the legs before lowering to squeeze his balls. He wasn’t kind about it, tightening his grip enough that Nix gasped and blindly grabbed at his wrist to stop him.

Nix should have ignored the music.

Shouldn’t have left Lake’s room.

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