Page 92 of Blinding Light

“Look at my son. He was made for this. Made to kill and love it.”

“What if he—” Cyprian couldn’t finish his phrase.

“What if he uses it on you?” The Imperial shook his head, smiling. “That’s impossible.”

Cyprian opened his mouth, but when the prisoner let out another breathless wheeze, his gaze shot back to see Moargan choking him with bright eyes and a devilish laugh.

Cyprian’s cock jolted in his pants.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He had never approved of violence. And while he felt sorry for the prisoner, he couldn’t deny his attraction for Moargan. Not even now.

Especially now.

Unhinged and savage. He played with the pressure on the prisoner’s throat, tightening his hold only to loosen it, making sure to keep his victim alive under loud praise from the Luminary.

Cyprian felt like he was going to faint. The hand that covered his dick started to rub over his pants, the pleasure igniting a fire inside of him.

The pressure in his head slowly built up. He ground his jaw to steer the visions off, but when the room started to fade, heknew he’d been overpowered by whatever it was that was forcing access inside his head.

Stairs, so many of them. A labyrinth of floors, going down a myriad of directions. Cyprian chased the shadows.

Hold him!

The last thing he felt was his head lolling back in surrender, and then his eyes lifted and stared right into the blinding light.

Warm hands pried open his thighs, causing a burning sensation. Cyprian’s mind rose from those endless floors that he’d ascended in search of whatever it was that wanted to be found. He felt weightless, indefensible against the sinking desire that tingled down his spine. His eyes fluttered when a heavy breath spilled from his lips. His head settled back against the smooth leather couch. It was pounding, mind overstimulated, and his fingers itched to draw.

His cock…

Cyprian let out a startled cry of pleasure when a hot mouth engulfed his raging hard-on, sucking it greedily down.

“F-fuck…” He peeled open his eyes.

On his knees, between his spread thighs, sat Moargan, a blood-splattered face, and those sparkling lilac eyes. They locked on Cyprian’s, making his breath hitch and his mouth fall open.

“Moargan.” It was the only word that escaped Cyprian’s throat.

His angel smiled, the gesture in such contrast with the proof of violence he proudly wore, and his hands gently rubbed over Cyprian’s legs, warming his cold limbs. His amethyst stare bore into Cyprian’s while his mouth worked him into a frenzy. Licks of fire seared his insides and made pleasure flare. His scrambled mind couldn’t think, could only sink back into the thrums of need Moargan stirred. The Imperial Prince was a master of seduction. And he was out there to steal Cyprian’s heart.

“Good light.” Cyprian’s hips rolled in search of more friction.

Moargan flattened his palms on Cyprian’s thighs, sending sparks of pleasure onto his clothed flesh. Cyprian moaned when Moargan pulled off his dick, leaving a slither of glistening saliva before his tongue licked it all up and darted around the sensitive slit. His insides clenched, cock swelling as his balls drew up. Desire flooded him with the need to spill. He was not going to hold on any longer. The thought made his eyes jump up and around them. The Imperial was gone, there were no more Luminary guards, and the bloody rope was all that was left.

“Where is the prisoner?” Cyprian rasped.

Moargan pulled off his cock. “Gone.” Through his spread legs, Cyprian saw how he was jerking himself lazily, his cockhead slick with arousal.

“Dead?”

“Dead.” Moargan fondled Cyprian’s balls as he resumed sucking.

“Where is everybody?”

Moargan’s hand reached out to hold Cyprian’s shaft as he once more slid his mouth off his dick to reply. “Gone.”

“Dead?”

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