Page 107 of Shadow

“Ever heard of the phrasefuck around and find out?” I snarled at him, my hand fisted tightly around his wrist.

“You forget your place,” he said, jerking his arm from my hold. “You work for me?—”

“I work for Everett Church, not fucking you,” I snapped back at him, lying through my damn teeth. I was a free agent as far as I was concerned, but if I needed to be assigned to someone to work for, it would be Rinny. Everything we did was in her name.

“Yes, well, new orders.” He pushed off his desk and went around it before pulling open a drawer and grabbing a paper. He thrust it into my face when he moved to stand in front of me again.

I stare down at Everett’s tidy scrawl.

Sylar is yours to command.

“Great.” I wadded the paper up and threw it at him. It bounced off his chest and landed on the floor. “But I’m not fucking Sylar. I’m Seth.”

“You’re a diagnosed schizophrenic with varyingcharmingpersonalities. At the heart of it all, you’re Sylar Cain, and you now officially belong to me.

I ground my teeth at his words, desperate to choke the life out of him with my carrot.

“Then what would you have me do,master?” I said through clenched teeth.

“I’m glad you asked.” His lips turned up like the Cheshire Cat as he rubbed his cock over his pants. My stomach twisted at the implications.

“I’m not sucking your dick,” I said immediately.

His gaze raked over me lazily. “I’ll suck yours,” he offered softly.

“Do you think I’m so fucking hard up for pussy that I’d accept your cocksucker on my dick?” I laughed at him and bit into my carrot.

“Fine. I want to watch you fuck Sirena Lawrence again.”

I bristled at his words. “Not fucking happening.”

“Why not? I know she’s staying in your dorm with you. You’re a rule breaker.” He wagged his finger at me. “I know you have Mr. Andrews in your room, too.” He settled back on the desk and stared at me. “I also know Sirena and the watchers are on the outs, which means she’s keeping your bed warm. You’ve already fucked her, so what’s wrong with letting me watch? It’s not like I haven’t seen you do it before.”

My hands trembled as I forced myself not to gut the prick.

“No,” I whispered.

“Final answer?”

I glared at him wordlessly.

“Fine. But don’t get mad when I tell Everett where you’re keeping the little whore and what you’re doing with her. I can’t be held responsible for his actions. After all, we both know how badly he wants her. Funny he thinks he can take her from his son and fuck her to make himself a happy little family.”

I said nothing, absorbing his words.

“Everett always gets what he wants. Of course, I can prolong that from happening if you just let me watch.”

“I’d rather fucking shit in my hands and clap that give you any satisfaction.”

He stood and got in my face, his nose nearly touching mine. “Be a good boy, Sylar, or when I’m rewarded for handing him your whore, I’ll be sure to let her watch me fuck your tight little ass. I bet you scream so fucking pretty.”

I ground my teeth so hard I thought they’d snap off in my mouth as he rubbed my dick over my pants, his breathing heavy.

Flashbacks of my stepfather entered my mind. His touch. His hot breath on my skin. The way he moaned.

“Do you get hard for her, Sylar? Hmm?” He continued in a soft rasp. “Can she make this big dick hard? Maybe she can show me how she does it.”

I shoved his hand away so fast it was a whirlwind before my hands landed in the center of his chest. I knocked him back so hard, he tripped and fell to his ass, his head bouncing off the edge of his desk.

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