Page 15 of Devoted Sinner

A sharp knife appeared in front of Kylian. He tried hard not to panic. Even once the tape was sliced away from his hands and feet, Kylian didn’t react. He needed to regain feeling in both before he struck. Kylian needed to be at his best. He also didn’t want that knife to end up cutting his throat. The tape ripped from his lips, taking a layer of skin with it. He refused to react. Kylian wouldn’t give anyone the pleasure of seeing his pain.

“Who are you?” It probably didn’t matter. If he was dead, the information would die with him.

The smirk grew. “My name means nothing to you, but it also doesn’t matter if you have it. I’m Rian McKinley and you are the delectable Kylian Long.”

“Damn. A full government name. I’m really not leaving here alive.”

One dark eyebrow rose at Kylian’s comment. “On the contrary. I have a job for you. You see, your father is starting trouble he can’t handle. New York belongs to me. It belongs to my family. There won’t be any building of warehouses for Archer Woods in my territory. No weapons, drugs, or stolen goods go through New York without my say so.”

Kylian had no clue what Rian meant. “My dad is just a land developer. If you have a problem with this Archer guy, you should take it up with him.”

Rian’s cold gaze moved over Kylian’s face. “That’s a shame. You’re on the edge of getting killed over something you know nothing about. As to taking things up with Archer, don’t worry your pretty self about that one. For now, it’s fun for me to torment Archer from afar. To make him wonder why he can’t keep anyone working on his little project. And unfortunately, at the moment, Archer is out of my reach. But you, you’re not.” Rian stood and crossed the room. He came to stand over Kylian. His fingers brushed down Kylian’s jaw. To his shame, Kylian didn’t move away. He was too mesmerized—like waiting for a cobra to strike. “You’re very much within my reach.”

A chill ran down his spine.

Rian’s light green eyes stayed locked on Kylian. Kylian couldn’t decipher his expression. If he wasn’t a sane man, he would swear it was lust in Rian’s eyes. Surely not. The man had him tied and had threatened his life.

“Warden is about to take you home. You’ll be blindfolded, but unharmed.” Rian bent and went eye to eye with Kylian. “Then you’ll go home to daddy and take him a message. If he doesn’t stop his bullshit, his precious baby boy will never be seen again. Look into my eyes, Kylian. Tell me I won’t kill you. Make sure he knows it.”

There was no way in hell Kylian would be doing that. As far as he was concerned, this never happened. His father had done everything for him. Saved him. He had given up so much to keep Kylian safe and give him the best life. Kylian wouldn’t worry him like this. Rian could come for him if he wanted. Kylian would be ready for him next time.

Each day, King fell a little more in love with Bryson. Every day, it got a little harder. He stood or sat in the same places he had always stood or sat while Bryson lived his life. If they were alone, they would speak freely or lock themselves in Bryson’s office for a quick tryst. Bryson came to him every night. Sometimes they just held each other until Bryson sneaked away. Every day, King was a little more confused and a lot more bitter. He didn’t understand why they were hiding unless Bryson was ashamed.

That thought scratched at the back of King’s brain while he silently watched Bryson holding an online meeting. Six months. For six months, he had done this. He had thought maybe when Kylian left for Princeton, things would change, but no. Now Christmas was a week away. The idea that he might have to sit on the edge of the room while Kylian and Bryson played family together without him on Christmas morning was mentally torturing him.

King watched the way Bryson’s lips moved. His hands. There was so much love inside King, he thought he might explode. He kept wondering why he did this. Then Bryson’s gaze slid his way. King’s breath caught. The love. That was why. He adored every inch of Bryson. King had never felt this way about anyone. Bryson ended his meeting and King couldn’t wait for his attention about anything at all, even if it was only Bryson sending him on an errand.

“What time do you suppose Kylian will be here? I honestly thought he would be here last night.”

King knew nothing about college life, but he adored that Bryson sought his opinion. “He probably wanted to go out with friends before leaving them for a few weeks. You know Kylian. He’s a social butterfly. Have you tried texting him?”

Bryson pulled out a sheepish smile. “I don’t want to be overbearing. He’s an adult now.”

“Would you like me to text him? I’m not above being overbearing.”

Bryson’s smile grew. “No. It’s okay. I’ll give him until tonight and then I’ll panic. Plus, I have something else I need you to do.”

“Anything.” King didn’t hesitate. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Bryson.

A wicked glint flashed in Bryson’s eyes, making King’s mouth go dry. “You still haven’t worn that pink sweater for me. Go put it on and wait for me.”

King dipped his chin and stood. He didn’t need to be told twice. King headed to his room without looking back. In fact, he couldn’t get there quickly enough. The thought of having Bryson alone was enough to light a fire beneath his feet.

Inside his room, King stripped and found the fuzzy sweater. He spent a moment trying to decide what to wear with it when a wicked smile stretched his lips. He pulled on the sweater and settled on the bed. With the pillows stacked behind him, he waited bare-assed for Bryson to join him. The moment his bedroom door opened, and Bryson's heated gaze landed on him, King’s cock grew.

“Damn.” Bryson closed the door behind him and locked it. “Look at you, looking like a goddamn feast.” Bryson peeled off his shirt. “Good thing that’s exactly what I had in mind.” He finished stripping and climbed onto the mattress. His gaze ate King alive. King felt sexy beneath Bryson’s stare. Sometimes, from nowhere, it struck him how beautiful his life was now. All because Bryson existed. The bitterness melted away, the way it always did beneath Bryson’s stare.

Bryson kissed King’s inner thigh. He stared up the line of King’s body as his lips moved higher. Each breath King took came harder and faster than the last. He ached to feel Bryson's hot mouth surrounding his dick. But King knew Bryson never really did that since he didn’t feel confident in his abilities. Bryson touched his lips to King’s cock.

King held his breath. His eyes burned from his refusal to blink.

Tentatively, Bryson opened his mouth over the tip of King’s dick and sucked.

A moan came from King’s soul. He gripped the covers beneath him. The last thing he wanted was for Bryson to stop because King got too aggressive. He also knew this could end any second.

Bryson turned bolder by the second until he bobbed on King’s cock, obviously getting into blowing King. When he abruptly pulled away, King fought a groan. He knew Bryson would pleasure him one way or another, but that mouth…

“It’s okay.”

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