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CHAPTER EIGHT

SEVERAL DAYS LATER

Viktor lost track of how many times he’d come down Gabriel’s throat. At first, he would only go to him once every morning to empty his load, but that devolved into days where he’d go into the basement multiple times to use that sweet, tight mouth.

Gabriel’s mouth was a great stress reliever. At the same time, there was something satisfying about seeing his captive beneath him, obediently sucking him.

Viktor pulled his cock away from Gabriel’s lips and smeared the semen that had spilled onto his stubbly chin with his thumb before slipping it into his mouth. Keeping eye contact, Gabriel swirled his tongue around Viktor’s thumb and sucked it clean. It was threatening to get Viktor hard all over again, especially when Gabriel was accepting whatever Viktor did to him. It seemed that Gabriel liked it when he used his mouth, and Viktor couldn’t get enough of him. Even though he didn’t want to acknowledge it, he was growing more obsessed with his new toy.

Pulling his hand away, Viktor zipped up his pants and observed Gabriel’s face. “You need to shave,” he said.

Gabriel watched him quietly, dark lashes framing dark eyes that were pinned on him the entire time. There was something about Gabriel that was attractive to Viktor. He was a pretty boy, and he was good with his mouth, but he also had a silent allure and magnetism that pulled Viktor in.

I want to keep him .

Viktor clenched his jaw. What was this kid doing to him?

Gabriel glanced away, and Viktor gazed at his profile, at his small straight nose and full lips. The dark pricks of stubble forming on his face seemed to define his jawline more, and although the facial hair wasn’t obtrusive, a smooth face suited him better.

“Come,” Viktor said as he extended his hand. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

Gabriel glanced at him, and then at his hand, before taking it into his own. Gabriel’s hand was smaller than his, and Viktor held him tightly as he pulled him up to his feet.

With an arm wrapped around Gabriel’s waist, Viktor led him to the bathroom. Once inside, Gabriel leaned against the counter, and Viktor found a clean razor still in its plastic packaging inside one of the drawers before handing it to Gabriel, who took it without resistance.

“Don’t try anything stupid with that,” Viktor said.

It was ironic. Viktor had initially kidnapped Gabriel because he’d wanted to kill him, and now he didn’t want him to hurt himself. He wasn’t supposed to care if Gabriel did something terrible to himself in his desperation to escape, but he wanted Gabriel to stay alive from a place of selfishness. He liked using Gabriel as his toy and he didn’t want to stop.

“I won’t,” Gabriel murmured. He paused and looked at the countertop for a moment before glancing at Viktor. “Um... Can you help me up?”

Viktor picked him up and sat him atop the counter. He then walked to the closed door and leaned his back against it, crossing his arms over his chest and keeping his gaze on Gabriel the entire time.

Gabriel was watching him through the reflection in the mirror. He then dropped his gaze to the sink, and Viktor stared as those dark lashes fanned downward. There was the sound of running water as Gabriel turned the taps and plugged the drain.

Viktor watched as Gabriel lathered up his jaw, chin, and upper lip, before proceeding to carefully glide the razor down one side of his cheek.

Silence settled in the bathroom as Gabriel continued to shave. For the most part, he kept his eyes on himself in the mirror, but at times, he glanced at Viktor. There wasn’t much stubble on his face to begin with, so he finished quickly and maneuvered off the countertop before he leaned against it and started rinsing his smooth, hairless face in the sink.

As Viktor stood there watching, the rumors of Gabriel being gay came to mind. Viktor assumed they were true considering how well Gabriel sucked him off, but he wanted to know the truth for himself. He wanted to hear it from Gabriel.

“Are you gay?” Viktor asked. His question wasn’t mocking or derisive, only curious.

Gabriel hesitated, then glanced at him in the mirror before frowning. He lowered his gaze and took the razor from the countertop, rinsing it in the sink.

For a few moments, there was only the sound of trickling water.

“And if I am?” Gabriel looked at Viktor, deep brown eyes uncertain and fearful, and perhaps with something more in them... Vulnerability? Gabriel dropped his gaze again, unplugged the sink, and stared at the water as it drained away. He stood still like he was waiting for something bad to happen to him.

“I heard things about you,” Viktor said. “I want to know if the rumors are true.”

“What you heard about me is true,” Gabriel mumbled. “And that’s why my dad disowned me. Because I’m gay, and he doesn’t want a gay son.” He paused, then asked, “Would that give you a new reason to kill me?”

Viktor raised a brow. He had no desire to kill someone over their sexuality, but he understood the implications that being gay would have for someone within the criminal underworld, especially when Gabriel was the son of an Italian mafia boss.

“I’m surprised your father hasn’t already done that,” Viktor said.

Gabriel’s shoulders visibly tensed, and he gripped the handle of the razor in his fist.

“I’m not going to kill you over being gay,” Viktor said. He was quiet for a moment as he observed Gabriel, from his lithe body, up to his pretty pink lips. “Besides, I like using your mouth.”

Eyes wide, Gabriel lifted his head to stare at him. He remained still as Viktor approached him from behind and took the razor from his hand before setting it on the countertop.

Viktor then turned Gabriel around to face him and asked, “How did he find out?”

Gabriel lowered his eyes and leaned back against the counter, gripping the edges. “My dad sent one of his men to follow me when I was seeing a... guy. After that...” He let out a breath. “My dad beat me when I got back home. Then he kicked me out of the house.”

The boy was hopeless and defeated. He’d been hurt, and it was obvious in his tense shoulders and on his face, with his brows drawn in and his lower lip quivering. Viktor almost felt sorry for him. Compared to him, Gabriel was smaller and not as muscular, and the difference in size sparked something inside Viktor, something like possessiveness, or was it protectiveness?

Gabriel slowly looked up at him and they made eye contact. Viktor wanted to pick him up, sit him on the countertop, and sink deep inside him, to claim Gabriel’s body and make him his . Own him. And if they stayed in here any longer, Viktor might not be able to hold himself back.

“Let’s go back now,” Viktor said.

Gabriel nodded and glanced away.

Once Viktor returned Gabriel to the basement, he walked out of the room and locked the door behind him. He then walked up the short stairs and down the hall, where he turned and made his way through the foyer to his office.

Sasha joined him after a few moments. “What is the plan for Gabriel?” he asked. “Are you still going to dispose of him?”

“There’s no point in killing him. It’s been days, and his father hasn’t come looking for him. Gabriel was right. His father doesn’t care whether he lives or dies. At this point, it would be a waste if I still decided to kill him.”

“Does that mean you’re going to let him go?” Sasha asked.

The logical choice would be to do just that, but Viktor didn’t want to let Gabriel go. He liked using the boy as a stress reliever, especially his mouth. Thinking about those pretty bowed lips threatened to make him as hard as a rock, and he knew he’d regret it if he let Gabriel go. Keeping Gabriel wouldn’t make much of a difference in his life, other than for the fact that he’d now have a warm body to use for his sexual gratification.

“I’m not going to let him go, and I’m not going to kill him. I’m going to keep him as my toy,” Viktor said.

Sasha was staring at him. “Boss... Is that a good idea?”

“I can handle the boy.”

A crease formed between Sasha’s dark eyebrows. “I don’t mean to oppose you, but I don’t know about this. You’ve never done anything like this before.”

“We’ve been friends for a long time, Sasha, and I appreciate your concern, but there’s nothing to worry about.”

Sasha nodded, his mouth in a thin line as he pressed his lips together. “I understand, boss.”