Page 16 of King Daddy

“I don’t know. Maybe that you’re human and therefore subject to human flaws.”

Beau’s dark gaze moved over Kylo’s face. They stood in the middle of what Kylo assumed was the living room. It was like they couldn’t see anything except each other. “You fascinate the fuck out of me.”

Beau’s softly spoken confession nearly took out Kylo’s knees. “Same.”

Beau took a step back and glanced around.

Disappointment flooded Kylo’s veins. It seemed games were being played after all. Guards stood everywhere, playing witness to his constant rejection.

Beau took his hand and started walking.

Kylo let him drag him through the house. He was too curious about Beau’s sudden burst of energy to pull away. Finally, he dipped inside a darkened room. Beau closed the door behind them and Kylo’s back hit the inside of the wood that separated them from the rest of the world. Beau’s mouth covered his. The zipper on his pajamas slid down and Beau’s hands were inside. Kylo tore at Beau’s buttons. Fucking suit. There were so many. He lost his patience and went for the pants instead. A moan vibrated around his tongue as his fingers encircled Beau’s erection. His feet left the floor. One second, he was against the door. The next, Kylo was on a bed with Beau on top of him. He kept his weight balanced, taking care not to hurt Kylo’s wound, even through his lust. Kylo found that sexy as hell. A man who cared for him was definitely his kink.

Beau sat back on his heels and peeled off his jacket. Then he went to work on the shirt. It was dark as hell and Kylo resented the inability to see anything except the bare minimum. He knew Beau’s body would be amazing. Everything about him was. A flutter ran through Kylo. It felt so damn good to be wanted.

“I have a feeling I’m missing one hell of a show.”

Beau’s weight disappeared, stealing his ability to even see his outline. He listened to him moving around. The sound of a belt hitting a wooden floor made Kylo shiver with anticipation. He didn’t need to see. His other senses took over.

A bedside lamp fired to life, casting a soft glow. It was obviously a dimming light set to only give off a nightlight level of illumination. It was enough. Beau was nude and digging through the nightstand. Kylo swallowed a moan. Holy hell. He definitely took care of himself. No doubt he couldn’t be soft in his profession, but wow. Kylo wanted to touch him.

Beau’s gaze swung his way.

Kylo’s mind went blank. He had never seen so much dark hunger and it was focused on him. In his heart, Kylo knew he wouldn’t walk away the same after Beau.

A condom and lube landed on the bed. Kylo never looked away from Beau as Beau crawled onto the mattress. Kylo let Beau treat him like a doll, methodically undressing him. His hungry gaze never wavered from Kylo. Kylo’s eyes burned from him not wanting to blink. He needed to record this memory in his mindclip by clip for playback. It was the sexiest moment of his life. Kylo wanted to hang on to it.

Beau peeled the pajamas and tutu from Kylo and froze. His gaze lifted to hold Kylo’s stare. “Did you anticipate ending up in my bed tonight?”

“No.” He knew why he asked, though. Kylo wore lacy underwear. He always did.

“Did you plan to try?”

Kylo never broke eye contact. “No.” He needed Beau to accept him exactly as he was.

Beau dragged his fingers down Kylo’s erection, covered in lace. His gaze followed the motion.

Kylo fought a loud gasp. It felt so fucking amazing to be touched.

“Everything about you is perfect for me.” Beau’s dark eyes met his gaze. The light danced on the surface of a stare that looked black in the darkness—the devil’s eyes. “I want you to belong to me.”

Even in the heat of the moment, it felt like an odd thing to say. It was how Beau stated it—like he wanted to actually own Kylo.

Kylo licked his lips, feeling oddly nervous. An awkward chuckle escaped him. “Was that your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?”

“No.” His immediate denial nearly sent Kylo scrambling from the bed. He didn’t want to be used anymore. Beau immediately froze him in place. “I’m telling you—if you let me touch you like this—you’re mine. No one else will ever see you like this again.”

He was a goddamn fool because that didn’t scare him at all. “Everything about you is perfect for me too.”

For a moment, Beau held his stare. Then his underwear was literally ripped away. The fragile lace easily gave way beneath Beau’s tug. A gasp fell from his lips and Beau caught it on his tongue. His kiss turned rough to the point of almost violent. Kylo held on and prayed for more. Beau was harsh, yet somehow gentle. He took what he wanted, but it didn’t hurt Kylo. His talented kiss kept Kylo distracted as his skilled fingers found his asshole. Wet digits probed and stretched.

Kylo couldn’t take it anymore. He had been neglected and rejected for too long. With a firm push, he had Beau on his back. Beau gasped as Kylo took what he wanted and sat on Beau’s dick. He froze and took a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Beau’s head lifted. His mouth touched Kylo’s neck. That was all the encouragement Kylo needed. He used Beau.

“Damn, baby boy. I’m an old man. You’re going to kill me. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

The deep, guttural way Beau said “fuck” nearly made Kylo blow right then. Kylo owned him at that moment. Maybe Beau was deadly and terrifying, but he belonged to Kylo. Kylo took his pleasure and gave it. He put his whole heart into ensuring Beau couldn’t look back on any second of their encounter without getting hard.

His side burned, reminding him of his injury.

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