Page 71 of Kings of Lust
Wish I could say the same about Cole, ‘Just buy a stool, man, or a get a really short girl.’ He cackled, giving Treyton some knuckles on knuckles greeting.
‘Not NBA material, though. I needed a few extra inches. At least they went to my dick,’ Treyton shrugged, satisfied with nature’s plans for him. And come to think about it, he wasn’t the only one satisfied.
‘No sneak peeks, man. I’m good,’ Cole laughed again in a rehearsed amusement. Being social didn’t suit him well. Actually, he lacked any skill in it. But desperate times called for desperate measures and trying to act friendly once in a while never hurt anyone-even iffriendlymeans talking about his friends’ dick. Go figure…
Men would be men acting like little boys all the time.
‘Yeah, man, listen... Catch you later. Zale is pissed off about a guy muttering something about him for fucking his girlfriend last night. And the motherfucker has just shown up. I need to deal with him,’ Treyton took a few steps towards the other corner of the room.
My date offered to help, ‘Want some backup?’
‘He’s only five feet tall. But you’re welcome to watch... and learn.’
‘Learn!? Did you do coke!? I’m a teacher when it comes to fighting.’ My king couldn’t wait to show off a little, especially after all that practice in the EMA’s lobbies.
‘Be my guest, then. This shirt cost me a fortune. I just got it custom-tailored. I don’t want to splatter his blood all over it and I have no idea where Camden or Zale are.
‘Oh, this party is about to get electrifying. Which one is it?’ Cole asked, looking across the room.
‘The curly-haired one... The one with the green shirt.’
Cole seemed to be locked in on the target, as I kept hoping he wouldn’t be the one to play justice. Although I had a feeling it was all part of his plan.
‘Stay here, Mouse,’ he didn’t wait for an answer before he stormed off on his new mission.
The poor guy with a target on his back didn’t stand a chance in front of the avalanches of fists that projected him straight outside.
A choking sensation was installing itself somewhere inside my throat as an unsettling thought was vivid in my mind. I had to be next to him. I had to play the loving girlfriend and support him for the sake of our plan. I may have dodged that bullet in the past, but it was time to put the best acting face on.
With hesitant steps, I followed the crowd of people to the front of the house, making room between all curious gazed to go and applaud my king.
The second I reached a spot from where I could see, my stomach began churning, noticing the velocity Cole was hitting the guy with. Deep down I was hoping he was doing it out of the need to stand out and gain even more of Camden’s trust, but I knew he was also doing it out of fun. That wicked idea of fun that always made him detach from reality as his arrogance put an imaginary crown on his head.
I think I was about to faint when a guy got in my way, obscuring my sight. It wasn’t my fault I couldn’t see the whole fight. Not that I had any plan on doing that.
The murmured voices in the crowd stopped for a second, just to be followed by a large wave of sadistic joy. My king was victorious and I needed to suck it up and congratulate him.
Trying not to hyperventilate, I snuck between a few people, aiming to reach the improvised ring. I didn’t get too far. Not before I accidentally hit a rock hard body that was blocking the way to my winner. I had to look up because all I could see in front of my eyes was ink. Black, mesmerizing ink. Like the gods came down to earth and scribbled their magic into the guy’s skin. The tattoos ran up to his sculpted jawline, though not a single black line touched his face. And it would be a pity if any had done so. He looked like a sculpture you see in a museum. Exquisite, perfectly shaped, and deadly. It was like venom was spilling out of his eyes. A darkness so twisted that one may believe he was a direct descendant of the devil himself.
‘Zale,’ Treyton appeared from somewhere from behind him, ‘Cole fixed him.’
They both stepped away to look at the improvised ring where the poor guy was reddening the ground and Cole was cleaning off his hands.
‘Go kiss your winner,’ Treyton winked back at me, nudging me to congratulate my fighter. Which I did. False smiles and all, loathing him for beating up the guy and at the same time enjoying Treyton’s large smile. Cole had just taken a step further into the gang and one step further into sustaining our cause.
My arms wrapped aroundmy boyfriend’sneck, crashing my lips on his for thesmashingsuccess. No doubt he seemed pleased with the gesture, responding with his pulsing tongue.
‘Mouse, go get me a towel from the house,’ he asked, as soon as the kiss ended. His knuckles were covered with blood. I just couldn’t figure out if it was the other guy’s blood or his own. I don’t think he knew either, since I could still feel the adrenaline thundering throughout his body. That’s what he needed the towel for. ASAP.
I ran into the house to find a towel, but the bathroom door closed right in front of me, and any attempt of knocking didn’t come with a result.
Kitchen— that was another place where I could find one. I stormed straight into the secondary kitchen to search for a cloth. Any kind of cloth. But to my surprise, I found something else.
There was a reason why Camden wasn’t around, and it had something to do with a certain brunette kneeling in front of him and offering her services giving him a blowjob.
I couldn’t look. Just needed to take the towel and get the fuck out of there. Maybe they wouldn’t even notice my presence.
But he noticed.
