Page 26 of Devil May Hunt
“We aren’t negotiating, Brennon. You’ll show me respect.”
“You haven’t earned my respect.”
“You made that clear when Kelevra arrived and you got jealous in front of me.”
Brennon frowned. “What? I wasn’t.”
“I saw it with my own eyes. Your crush ran to him, and you got distracted afterward.”
“That wasn’t because I was jealous.” He hadn’t been. “I wasn’t thinking about them at all.” Mostly. At least, not in the way he was being accused of.
“Oh?” He didn’t sound like he believed him. “What were you thinking about then?”
Brennon opened his mouth to explain, but caught himself. He couldn’t exactly confess that he’d been surprised by his own urges. That he’d been picturing Gunho naked, and that’s what had thrown him for a loop.
“Just,” he gave a defeated sigh, “give me the ten lashes and be done with it already.”
Chapter 8:
His pigheadedness was going to be the death of both of them.
Gunho glared down at his pretty lover, pulling his hand off of his ass so he could take a steadier position behind him. He was going to make these next hits hurt. Going to teach him those same methods he used on his parents weren’t going to fly with Gunho.
He could acknowledge he was being slightly unfair with his approach. He’d known from the start it wasn’t going to be easy, that he wouldn’t hear from or see the cadet for the first week after parting at the house. He’d anticipated it, and yet, the past four days had been agonizing. All of his messages had gone ignored, and his cadet never left campus, so he couldn’t secretly follow him from afar either.
There were other things that needed handling, ducks that needed sorting and put into a row to ensure Gunho’s life on this planet could begin, but that only provided so much distraction.
He couldn’t stop thinking about Brennon.
Yearning for him.
It wasn’t just the smell of him or the hot view of his body that Gunho craved. Despite his threats to extend thepunishment, Gunho had wanted this as well. The brattiness. The push and pull.
Brennon didn’t show that side of himself to anyone else, not even his parents. To them, he’d perfected a cool indifference, it was apparent in the way they spoke about him. Brenda and Vernon Cree both believed their son to be of little ambition. They thought he was mediocre. Average.
The longer he’d sat in their main office at Cree Cosmetics and listened to their drivel, the clearer the picture of his mate had become.
Even when now, during training. Gunho’s hearing was better than a Vital’s. He’d eavesdropped on the cadets as they whispered amongst themselves, gossiping about him and why he seemed to be paying so much attention to Brennon of all people. Aside from that jerk Ives, no one had anything bad to say about Brennon. They’d just found it odd.
Ives had given biting remarks, and yet Brennon had let him. If his friend hadn’t gone to his defense, he probably wouldn’t have said anything.
But he never hesitated to tell Gunho off for even the slightest transgression.
“You can’t hide from me like you do from everyone else,” Gunho said, cracking the belt in the air, grinning when that caused Brennon to flinch. “Pretend not to care all you want, eventually you’ll see that it’s pointless. I’m going to have all of you. Therealyou.”
He put as much force as he could muster in his next swings, the sound of the leather whacking against his ass echoing loudly in the small office. Red welts formed on that honeyed skin, bright and angry-looking, growing puffier with each slap delivered. The damage wouldn’t be lasting, but it’d force the younger man to think about him for the rest of the day, well into the night.
“You look so fuckable,” he teased, knowing from their drunken entanglement how much Brennon enjoyed dirty talk. Kissing too. The guy went mad for it, but Gunho knew now wasn’t the time for that method of seduction. “Tied up and bent over for me. If you were omega, your hole would be dripping by now.”
Eventually, he’d have him wet and writhing, was admittedly a bit disappointed that wasn’t the case already.
“But I can see your cute little dick hanging between your thighs. You’re getting off on this, pretty lover.” More so, now that Gunho was talking to him about it.
“I hate you,” Brennon snarled, gasping when the belt was angled slightly and the next hit broke skin.
At the sight of blood, Gunho stopped, dropping the belt to the ground. He hurriedly undid his fly and pulled himself free from his pants, giving himself a solid pump once before he grabbed Brennon.
He turned the cadet and shoved him down once more, so that he was lying over the desk on his back, legs and head dangling over the edges. Then he crawled on top of him, settling with his knees at either side of Brennon’s shoulders, cock hovering pointedly over his face.
