Page 25 of Unmatched Devil

Rian immediately rolled.

Kylian came with him, stealing a kiss before moving away. “Strip.”

As Rian did as told, Kylian kicked his way out of the rest of his clothes and dove for the bedside table. He found the lube. The second Rian was nude, Kylian squirted the liquid on Rian’s cock and stroked him. Rian fought to keep his eyes open beneath the pleasure. He had to watch. Kylian straddled his body and took the dick he looked so needy to have. He bounced.

A growl rose in Rian’s throat. He locked his back teeth and watched Kylian taking his pleasure. Everything about him was under Rian’s skin. Kylian's beautiful cock looked lonely, jutted out and waiting for attention. Rian stroked it.

A needy-sounding whimper escaped Kylian. “Yes.”

Hunger clawed at Rian. “Do you like that? Do you like riding my dick?”

“Yes.”

Rian stroked faster. He wanted Kylian to come on his skin and then do it again. Tiny mewls came from the back of Kylian’s throat. Rian stroked even faster. “That’s it, baby. Give me that cum. It’s mine. Take what you want from me.”

Jets of cum spit onto Rian’s torso.

He didn’t stop jacking Kylian’s dick. “Mmm. Give me another. I need more.”

Kylian whimpered, but he kept bouncing.

Pressure climbed Rian’s shaft. He wasn’t ready. Kylian asshole felt too good. He milked Rian, making him hotter than hell. But Rian wanted to wreck Kylian. He needed Kylian to forget he was a monster in expensive clothing.

“Come on, baby. Let’s come together. That hot, tight asshole is driving me nuts. I need to fill it with my cum. I want to watch you drip. You know that’s my favorite show. Fuck my palm. Give me that jizz.”

A loud cry tore from Kylian. He shook as he blew a second time. Rian came unglued. He grabbed Kylian’s hips and used him, taking what wanted. Slamming inside him. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with Kylian’s cries. Rian saw stars as his orgasm hit. He gasped for air as he filled Kylian’s hole. “Goddamn. That’s it. Fuck. You feel so good.” He sucked air, riding out the final waves.

Kylian collapsed on his chest, pressing the mess between them. Rian forced Kylian’s mouth to his. He shoved his tongue inside Kylian’s mouth. Rian couldn’t lose their connection. It had been a rollercoaster of a day for him. He had started out thinking he would shop and spend some quality time with Kylian. Then he had realized he might very well lose Kylian because of this life he had inherited. Rian shook from the inside at the idea. Everything in his life had belonged to his father. Rian had always been responsible and did his duty to his family. But this one thing, this one vital thing, was his, and Rian couldn’t lose him. This marriage to Kylian was his and his alone. Their love was his sanity. He needed Kylian. Kylian had to stay.

Sean was home. He never came home. Warden knew that was on him. Over the years, he had suffered more than his fair share of guilt over Rian never seeing his brother. Sean had run from him. But now he was here, and it was so much harder than Warden expected. Sean wouldn’t look at him. In fact, he tried to avoid Warden. Warden didn’t know why he wouldn’t let him, but he kept finding himself in the same room as Sean.

Sean paced the floor, seeming to get more agitated by the minute.

“The boy is fine. Your brother worships the ground he walks on and dotes on him endlessly. He won’t hurt Kylian.”

“I don’t know. He’s too much like Dad.”

“Trust me on this one.”

Sean snorted. It was an ugly sound. One Warden deserved.

“If you don’t trust me, then look at it this way. Kylian did a good thing today. He made Rian a lot of money. Rian knows negotiating was the best course of action. No one wants a war.”

“I suppose.”

Sean never once looked at Warden. He moved to the sitting-room window and stared out, openly ignoring Warden.

To the bottom of his soul, Warden ached. As always, he wished the years between them didn’t exist. He wished everything was different. He wished he were someone else. Someone beautiful. Sean was the epitome of beauty. From his gorgeous green eyes to his lovely red hair, he was flawless. He didn’t match Warden in any way. Warden knew in his heart Sean’s onetime fancy had simply been a teenaged crush. He could never truly want someone as homely as Warden. Still, Warden craved that green gaze upon him. He ached for Sean to look at him with stars in his eyes the way he used to do.

“Sean.”

Sean turned and headed for the door. “Shut up, Ward. You said all you had to say to me the last time I was here. I don’t need another lecture on how stupid I am for loving you. Trust me. Nobody knows it better than me.” He stormed out, leaving Warden with too many words on his tongue.

For much longer than necessary, Warden stared at the empty room that matched his heart. “Except maybe I was wrong.” Warden had to say the words aloud, even if no one heard because they got louder every day inside his head. Sean would never know it, but Warden loved him too. It was the greatest gift life had ever handed him, and his biggest curse because they would never be together. He was the one who had to live with that. It would always and forever be his fault.

The sun dipped low in the sky. They didn’t budge from the bed. Their fingers toyed with each other as their feet played beneath the blanket. Kylian knew they should probably do something else, but he didn’t want to move. They were in their bubble. He liked it there.

“Please don’t leave me.”

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