Page 9 of Broken Obsession

Leaning forward, he hit a button, zooming in on where the machine stretched open Eden’s body, and caught sight of a hint of neon green.

That was the largest attachment available.

“Likes it big and deep,” he mumbled, taking mental notes as he added the sex toy to his cart and hit purchase. He wasn’t above providing the means for Eden to play on his own, so having this particular machine at his home was a smart move.

Not that he’d set that part of his plan into motion yet. Ares was admittedly getting ahead of himself, but after the other night, he felt like he’d gained a foothold.

Luring Eden out to the boathouse had been easy enough. Unlike Ares, it was clear Eden’s relationship with his now deceased parents had been a good one. Very good, if the fact thathe’d spent the past three years of his life hunting for their killers was any indication.

It’d been a simple matter for Ares to discover exactly who it was Eden was after. A surface-level dig into Galen Stone’s devices had revealed everything he’d needed to know to put the pieces together. The only reason he hadn’t brought Zonnie Dephik to Eden already was purely because the man wasn’t in town at the moment.

But he would be.

He was flying in soon, and once he did, Ares would make good on his promise to Eden. He’d get names for the others involved and give Eden the chance to decide how far he wanted to take this.

With any luck, he’d be willing to take it all the way.

Just in case, there was a Plan B in place, but still. Ares would feel more comfortable if everything went as he hoped. It was more fun when all of the traps he’d set were triggered, for him and his opponent. Which, at the moment, happened to be Eden Baldur.

Even if the guy didn’t know it yet.

Eden must have the controller to the machine in one of his hands, because the thrusting suddenly slowed, pumps becoming pointed, driving in just as deep as before, but more deliberately. It was clear from the high-pitched noises he started emitting that the head of the dildo was hitting against his prostate with every inward and outward thrust.

“Is it normal to be this horny less than seventy-two hours after watching a man die?” Ares wondered. If seeing Galen bleed out had affected him, Eden certainly wasn’t showing it. He’d been a little worried about his state of being, but Ares saw now there’d been no need to be.

How perfect.

If he took Ares up on his offer to help with his revenge scheme, there was no telling how much more bloodshed Eden would be present for.

“Does this play into your fantasies?” Ares knew all about Eden’s account on Enraptured, the online kink club that catered to taboo hookups and flings. He’d discovered from hacking into Eden’s account that his voice actor had a thing for masks and controlled non-consensual play, though he’d only acted out his desires a handful of times over the years.

There was an obvious connection where time was concerned as well, with his interest in rough sex seemingly appearing shortly after the deaths of his family. If Ares were Nyoka instead of himself, he may have picked that apart, but as it was, psychology was of no interest to him.

Ares’ interest only ever spanned wide enough to discover someone’s tick, and only so he could use it for his own benefit.

Was Eden pretending he was being overpowered now? From the position he held, it sort of looked like he might be. How vivid was his imagination? How skilled at bending reality was he?

Enthralled, Ares secretly watched as Eden’s body clung to the toy, practically sucking it back in, his tight ring of muscle working against the thick silicone cock every time it pulled from his needy body.

Ares didn’t think about sex often. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it, he did, but there were a thousand and one other things to keep his mind occupied, and it was rare for him to find anyone attractive enough to be able to give them his complete, undivided attention. It appeared that wasn’t the case with Eden Baldur. He grew hard watching, breath quickening as his eyes darted over the older man’s taut form.

Eden’s dick hung heavy between his legs, only partially visible from this angle. It was leaking and, if the puddle on the floorboards was any indicator, it had been for a while.

So he also had stamina.

Perfect.

When Ares decided to fuck, it could go on for hours. He’d exhausted bedpartners in the past, either from his sheer size or from how many orgasms he’d inadvertently wrung out of them. More than once, a man or woman had passed out on him, leaving him to continue with their unconscious bodies for a while.

Ryker used to joke that Ares’ cock was wasted on him, since he didn’t know how to properly utilize or weaponize it.

Whatever the hell that meant.

His friend was a sadistic fuck, but not Ares.

Ares knew true torture. Knew how to wield that sort of sinister torment to draw out a person’s suffering. But he didn’t enjoy it.

It just…was.