Page 17 of My Hunger, Your Soul

You’re such an asshole. Arrogant too. This is harassment.

Ivan

How many Ty?

Ty

None of your business.

Ivan

That's okay. I’ll just stop by your office everyday until you answer me.

Ty

Don’t you dare!

I can’t help but grin, the fire Ty has gets me feeling all kinds of excitement. I want to prod him, push all his buttons. Make him lose control. I don’t respond and wait him out as I just know that clever brain of his is assessing which option is worse.

Ty

Two.

Ivan

How far did you go?

Ty

Just kissing and I’m not answering any more of your inappropriate questions. Leave me alone.

Ivan

Sweetheart, I’m only getting started, and the first place I’ll start is your cock. I bet it's a pretty thing. Thick and pink, desperate for release. I bet it's been a while since you had someone make you cum, Ty. I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll cry. You’ll want that virgin little hole of yours stuffed so full of me, you’ll be begging for more.

The message shows as read and I can sense the conflict. Three bubbles flash on the screen and disappear. I think I’ve rendered him speechless, but I know he’ll be rubbing one out tonight thinking of me.

“We’re here,” Jules says from the driver's seat, as we pull into a large property with a gated driveway. Nice.

As we get out of the car, two unknown guards appear with Carlos and Dima at the large double fronted doors.

“Did it go smoothly?” Carlos asks.

“Yep. They were drunk and passed out. I don’t think you’ll miss them, as no self respecting guard would be asleep on the job. Lets hope your brother is just as useless,” I say as I move to help Si get the two idiots out of the trunk and hand them over to Carlos’ men before grabbing my bag of toys and following everyone into the house. It's a large house, some may even say it's a mansion, though nowhere near as large as Dima and Lev’s property. As we walk further inside, it's easy to tell this house is used for business only. The property is completely bare of any furniture or decor, apart from a few wooden chairs scattered around.

I follow the guys further into the house until we reach another set of double doors that open into a large space with a small stage at the end of the room and what looks like a recording studio in a glass partitioned area to the side of the room.

“Anyone famous live here?” Si asks as he eyes the room with interest.

“I didn’t check. I just know a band used to rehearse here and it's soundproof,” Carlos says as he directs his guards in with the two prisoners, who they place in chairs that have been brought into the room. It's just now I realize that the floor is covered in some sort of waterproof material, which I guess makes sense considering what this room is for.

Everyone spreads out in the room, surrounding the two guys, all eyes on them. Carlos comes over next to me and nudges my arm.

“What's in the bag?” he asks, looking at the large black bag in my hand.

“Would you like me to tell you, or show you?” I ask and he chuckles. My eyes flicker to Si who is staring at us both like he is about to charge. Well, well, well. Simon is jealous.

“I prefer visuals,” Carlos says, and I’m pretty sure he has noticed Simon’s annoyance too and is flirting with me.

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