Page 14 of Devoted Sinner

The first few were all lingerie and outfits he recognized from their online shopping spree. Then he came to a package with three different corsets. They were all various colors and designs. Each one looked handmade and extremely expensive. King eyed each one with his heart in his throat. Bryson was amazing. Next was a new makeup kit filled with high-end name brands. King wondered if he might cry. It was too much, and he still had packages to go. There were two pairs of sexy shoes. He left the smallest box for last. When King opened it, his breath caught before he even saw what was inside. It was a small blue box from Tiffany’s. Inside, he found a gold necklace with a Lynn Pendant. Four diamonds with a golden X separating them. He couldn’t look away.

A brisk knock landed on the door before Bryson strolled in. His expression fell when saw King holding the necklace. “Oh no. I didn’t get to see your face when you opened that. I tried to hurry.”

King blinked, trying to keep his emotions under control. “You’re seeing it now.” His voice sounded hoarse. “I just opened it.”

A bright smile lit Bryson’s face. “Good. Let’s get it on you, then.” He crossed the room and took the necklace from King. He placed it around King’s neck while King sat stunned into silence. Bryson backed up and stared at his handiwork. “Beautiful.”

In that moment, King wished for bravery. He wanted to beg Bryson to tell him where they stood or where this was headed. King needed to know he was more than Bryson’s bodyguard. But King was scared as hell he wouldn’t like the answer and he needed to hang on to this as long as possible. He swore to himself he wouldn’t be bitter when Bryson stopped focusing on him. Even when whatever this was, was done, King would protect Bryson until his last breath. He loved Bryson. It mattered not at all to his heart that Bryson would never love him back.

Bryson wanted to take a picture of the way King stared at him. He wanted to be able to take it out of his pocket any time he wished and remember this moment. King looked at him like he loved him. No one other than his son had loved him in a long time. Bryson wanted to shower King in extravagant gifts and keep King looking at him just like he did in that moment because he didn’t for one moment think it had anything to do with the gifts.

King snagged the tail of Bryson’s t-shirt and lured him closer. He stood between King’s knees and wound his arms around King’s neck. King stared up at him. “Why did you do all of this?”

“Because you deserve it,” Bryson answered honestly. A smile tugged at his lips. “And I want to see you draped in things as gorgeous as you.”

King’s hands moved to the button on Bryson’s jeans. He popped it loose. King held Bryson’s stare as he slowly slid Bryson’s zipper down. “I worried you wouldn’t want me anymore once we got home.”

That shook Bryson. “Why would you think that? I thought you understood you’re the only person I want.”

King set Bryson’s cock free. “I get inside my head sometimes. It’s kind of ugly in there. I’m the one thing I can’t escape from my past.” Before Bryson could respond, King dipped his head and sucked Bryson’s dick into his mouth.

Bryson lost all rational thought. All he could do was watch while King got him hot. It was impossible to think clearly with King’s talented mouth latched onto his cock. He knew he should pull away and make King talk to him, but he couldn’t. King had already won this round. Instead, he stroked King’s hair and rode his tongue. He savored every second. One of these days, King would understand he was it for Bryson. Until then, he would be present and shower King with gifts. He didn’t know how else to show his love. There was no way he could fix King. Still, Bryson hoped he healed him some with a soft touch.

Greedy suction on his dick pulled him from every ounce of worry. He took what King gave. As always, with King’s full focus on him, Bryson didn’t last long. Way before he was ready, each breath came out sounding like a moan. He openly fucked King’s mouth, taking what he wanted, abusing King’s throat. Desperation had him rocking into every downward bob. He held King’s hair in a death grip. His toes curled, trying to get better traction. When his orgasm hit, Bryson had to lock his knees to keep from going down. All he knew was ecstasy. He lost all grip on reality.

In a flash, he was beneath King. King’s towel had disappeared. His mouth covered Bryson’s. Bryson tasted his cum on King’s tongue. He would spend every night of the rest of his life just like this if it was the last thing he did. King had nothing to worry about. Bryson would love him forever.

Chapter Seven

Sixmonthslater…

As much as Kylian would like to say he was having the time of his life in college, just living it up and partying with all his new friends, that wasn’t at all how things had gone. None of his high school friends had made it into Princeton. He had started from the bottom with no friends. Since his dad—thankfully—bought him a house to live in off campus, he didn’t even have a dorm room buddy. That was probably a good thing, since everyone hated the new gay boy in town. Having zero friends made it easier for him to stay focused on his studies. Not that he had any clue what he wanted to do with his life. In high school, he had only wanted to do his best, get into the best college, and make his dad proud. He hadn’t thought past that. Now he only felt lost.

Truthfully, as much as Kylian couldn’t wait to get home for Christmas break to people who liked him, Kylian also dreaded it. Even though he knew it didn’t make sense, he felt like he was going home as a failure.

While in a dark place, he moved his flight time to later in the night. Then he had a brighter moment and left for the airport seven hours early, hoping to change the time back. If he couldn’t, then he would be there already and would have to get on the plane tonight.

With his head down and his suitcase in tow, Kylian headed toward his car. Honestly, he could just make the five-hour drive home, but then he would have to make the drive back, and he wanted to stay as long as possible. As he pulled his keys from his pocket, a hand covered his mouth, and his feet left the ground. He didn’t hesitate. Kylian immediately fought for his life. He sank his teeth into the palm across his mouth hard enough to draw blood. A shout cried out behind him. Kylian kicked, determined to survive, landing solid heels to the man’s shins. He dropped his chin and then threw his head back, cracking his attacker across the nose, pulling out every trick King had shown him. Then he went limp, throwing his weight forward and catching his attacker off guard.

“Goddamn it.”

Kylian hit the ground when his efforts finally freed him. He didn’t waste time. Kylian took off running. He didn’t make it far. An arm snatched his waist hard enough to knock the wind from his lungs and a prick stung his neck. The world went fuzzy and then dark. The ground tilted beneath him as everything disappeared.

To him, it seemed like only moments passed. He came awake with a start. His heart raced into his throat as soon as his eyes opened. He was in the back of a moving vehicle. It was obviously a larger SUV. He could see the streetlights passing overhead through the large back window. Duct tape covered his mouth and wrapped his hands and feet so tightly, he couldn’t feel them any longer. His mind raced. He didn’t know what to do next. They had obviously drugged him. He didn’t know how long he had been out or how far they had gone. His brain was still too fuzzy to think clearly. He needed to make a plan.

The car slowed and turned. He still hadn’t figured out what to do next before the car stopped. Kylian braced himself. He didn’t know how he would fight at this point, but he would try. The back opened, and a pissed off looking muscle-bound guy stared down at Kylian with hatred bleeding from two black eyes. Dried blood covered his face. It looked as if his nose was broken. The part of Kylian that wasn’t scared he was about to die, which wasn’t much, wanted to pat himself on back. At least he hadn’t died without leaving a mark.

The musclehead easily plucked Kylian from the back and tossed him over his shoulder. The air left Kylian’s lungs in a painful whoosh. Every step the guy took jammed the guy’s shoulder into Kylian’s sternum, stealing his breath until Kylian thought he might faint. Then he was dumped unceremoniously on a hardwood floor. It wasn’t easy, but he pushed himself to his knees. He would fight until his dying breath.

A man sat on a leather chair. Kylian had been surrounded by money his entire life. This man bled wealth from his haircut to his thousand-dollar pants. His eyes were the clearest green Kylian had ever seen. His dark hair was perfectly styled. His gaze moved from Kylian to the man who had kidnapped him.

He opened his mouth and the thickest Irish accent Kylian had ever heard poured out. “Don’t tell me this tiny sprite did that to your face.”

The man didn’t respond.

Kylian didn’t look his attacker’s way. It was obvious whoever this guy was, he was in charge.

A smirk pulled at the man’s lips. “Oh, my. He has spunk. Remove the tape.”

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