Page 18 of Unmatched Devil

Kylian laughed as he pulled on a bikini-style swimsuit. “I live to please.”

“You’d better live to only please me.”

“Of course. You don’t have to keep reminding me.” Even though Kylian smiled as he made the claim, Rian wondered if he was too intense for Kylian sometimes. Rian didn’t know how to be any other way. Maybe this side of him would ruin them.

Kylian moved to stand behind Rian. He bent and wrapped his arms around Rian’s neck. His lips touched Rian’s ear. “Do you have any idea how many times I stripped for your hidden camera, knowing you were on the other side watching?” His palm slid down Rian’s bare torso, making him hard. “Everything I do is for you, and it’s been that way for much longer than I wanted to admit.” He nibbled Rian’s earlobe, making him pant. “I didn’t understand why I did the things I did until you tackled me to my kitchen floor. Now I know.” He caressed Rian’s nipple. “I wanted this.” Kylian kissed his neck.

“Careful. We have a pool party to attend.”

Kylian chuckled against Rian’s skin, making his dick ache. “It’s an all-day event. I don’t see any reason you can’t fuck me first.”

Rian shot to his feet. He didn’t know what it was, but Kylian didn’t curse often. Hearing those words on his lips made Rian feral. It was a good thing they already wore the bare minimum of clothes. Rian went into the same blind zone as he did when he killed men in a rage. He didn’t recall ripping away their clothes or lubing Kylian’s asshole. His vision didn’t clear until he slid root deep inside Kylian. He froze and stared down at Kylian’s back. His face was buried against the mattress. His knuckles were white where he gripped the sheets. Fear washed over Rian. Sometimes he scared himself. He couldn’t live with knowing he scared Kylian too.

Rian shifted, determined to pull out and ensure Kylian wasn’t hurt or upset. Kylian moaned beneath him. Rian froze again. He tested the waters. Rian gently rocked against Kylian. Kylian’s back arched and another loud moan escaped him. That was all the encouragement Rian needed. He let lust win. Rian stared down the line of his body, savoring the sight of his wet cock sawing in and out of Kylian’s willing body. The vision seared into his brain, making him twice as horny. He wanted to spend the rest of his life doing nothing but this: fucking the perfect ass. Rian was tired of responsibility. With Kylian, he was free.

Kylian pushed back against him, taking what he wanted. Rian watched it happen, letting the sight feed his hunger. He knew he could take control and give Kylian the orgasm he desperately sought. But something about Kylian’s struggle drove him wild, and he wanted to watch him all day. Kylian’s motions became frantic. He slammed himself backward, taking Rian’s dick hard. The sounds he made had Rian fighting not to blow. Then a cry tore from Kylian and his asshole tightened on Rian’s cock. The way his body convulsed milked Rian. He closed his eyes and focused on the delicious feeling. Pressure climbed his erection. Rian let himself experience every sensation. He held Kylian’s hips and slowly pumped until that pressure broke free. His body jerked as his dick spit cum. Each jet carried an addictive wave of ecstasy. Rian tilted his head back and—with his eyes closed—he continued rocking into every spasm while picturing the rest of his life just like this. It was bliss. He would do everything to keep it.

It was nearly two by the time they made it to the rooftop. Kylian was oddly nervous. He had never been to such an adult-themed event. Kylian didn’t know what to expect. The three huge guys who had stopped Kylian to give him an invitation were the first people Kylian spotted when they stepped off the elevator.

Kylian leaned Rian’s way. “Those are the guys who invited us.”

Rian nodded the men’s way. “That’s Pytor, Yaro, and Legend. Yaro and Pytor are Zander’s personal bodyguards. Legend is an MMA champion.”

“Oh. Well, that explains why they’re all the size of a house.”

Rian’s laugh made Kylian smile. He loved being the one who brought Rian joy.

The largest of the three headed their way, with the other two in tow. He was dark-haired and had sweet eyes. Kylian already knew his name was Pytor. He just hadn’t wanted Rian to stop talking. “Kylian. Hi. I’m so glad you pulled this one into the land of socialization. We thought he might hiss and bite if you forced him into the sun.”

Rian smiled and shook Pytor’s hand before moving on to shake Yaro’s and Legend’s as well. “While I do occasionally bite, that’s something we do in private.”

Pytor’s smile grew. “Why? Some things can be much fun with an audience.” His Russian accent was thick, but not so thick Kylian didn’t hear every word and blush. The throuple laughed at his obvious discomfort.

Yaro’s mismatched eyes landed on Kylian, one green and one blue, mesmerizing Kylian. “You need a drink. Otherwise, we will be too much for you.”

Kylian started to point out he wasn’t twenty-one yet, but he didn’t want to be that guy. Instead, he let himself get carried along with the crowd to the open bar.

Yaro’s hypnotic gaze landed on Kylian again. “I have the perfect drink for you in this place where we are too close to the sun.”

“I trust you.”

A devilish look flashed his way. “You definitely shouldn’t. We are scoundrels.” His gaze moved past Kylian to Rian and back again. “But I suppose you like that.”

It seemed he did. Kylian wondered what it said about him. He felt so much like he belonged with this group of criminals. So much so that he had practically begged for someone like Rian to fuck him. Probably nothing good, but he didn’t plan to stop.

Yaro handed him an orange-colored frozen drink with tons of fruit piled on top. “Here, beautiful. This will keep you cool.”

Kylian eyed the glass. “Wow. This really looks delicious.” He took a sip. “Yum.”

“You’ll fit right in with us.” Yaro leaned closer and lowered his voice. “It is good to see Rian smile. That’s on you. He was a very serious boy.”

That remark didn’t surprise Kylian. Still, he wanted to know more. If Yaro had known Rian as a child, Kylian wanted every detail. He glanced behind him to find Rian deep in conversation with Pytor. He looked as serious as Yaro claimed. Kylian went back to their conversation. “You knew Rian as a child?”

Yaro nodded and towed Legend against his side, stealing a kiss before responding. “His father did business with my boss many times. He was a good man, always making sure the worst of crimes didn’t happen on his watch. You know, he kept the kids safe. It’s a trait I hear he’s passed to his son. Zander is happy to host you both here. These partnerships are important to us.”

Kylian didn’t know what any of that meant, but pride swelled in his chest. He had known in his heart Rian was a good man. “Will I get to meet Zander?”

Yaro shook his head. “He stayed in California. We are on vacation this week… sort of,” Yaro added with a laugh.

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