Page 23 of The Villain's Beast

“Do you wax your asshole, Bellamy?” I asked, crawling onto the bed between his legs. I had lube in my pocket because I hadn’t planned on taking anyone home, instead fucking in an alley or a bathroom somewhere.

He didn’t answer me, but he blushed like a tulip in the spring.

I didn’t bother taking my pants off, my shirt, I never got naked for any of these men. Pulling my jeans open enough to getmy dick out, I rolled a condom down my length and slicked it with enough lube to make sure it didn’t hurt…too much.

“A little pain then?” I asked, blood already thrumming for how much I wanted to give him so much more than a little.

He was too innocent to be half naked on my bed with his asshole on display like he was…like he was a prize to be won. Narrowing my eyes, I rocked back and gave him a slow onceover, really looking at him for the first time since he’d knocked into Fletcher at the pub.

Bellamy was short and slender, but not without muscle. His skin like gold and his hair much the same. His hazel eyes were nearly amber in the light of my bedroom, his lips parted and puffy, teeth marks still visible in the lower one from where he’d been biting it.

He wanted me to hurt him, but he was afraid of it.

He had enough hair on him for me to be certain he’d definitely waxed or at least shaved his ass recently, which struck me as an odd choice for someone who was as nervous to fuck as he was. I didn’t know for certain, but I would have bet an hour alone with Luca that Bellamy Marchant was meant to be Fletcher’s offering for the initiation this weekend and he had no idea what he was in for.

“A little hurt,” he whispered.

I could give him that.

Lining my cock up with his hole, I braced myself with one hand beside his head, then I did my best to get him ready for initiation weekend.

For Fletcher Sinclair.

Chapter 16

Gideon

Luca returned from dinner just before midnight with a fair amount of vodka in his bloodstream. I listened to him climb the stairs to my attic bedroom, and I knew what was coming before he even leaned his weight against the door frame.

“B,” he said softly, a reduction of the nickname I’d never asked for and barely earned.

“Go to sleep, Luca,” I warned.

He huffed, taking a step into my bedroom.

I’d been perched in front of the window since he left, alternating between staring across campus and reading a book I’d known by heart for four years. When he walked into my room, one unsure step after another, I closed the well-worn paperback, spine malleable against my palm.

There were a lot of problems with Luca. The first being he never walked away from a challenge. The second being he was too pretty for his own good, all long legs and graceful arms, with those big brown eyes behind the gold frames of his glasses.

The third…

As he closed the space between us, I forgot the third.

And the fourth.

And the fifth.

“How long has it been?” he asked.

“Since when?”

The corner of his mouth quirked up into a knowing grin. “Since you let someone get you off.”

I huffed a long breath out my nose, clenching my jaw.

There was no way in hell I was going to tell Luca how long it had been since I’d been with another man. The timeline was for me, the name of the man…for me. While I knew I could trust Luca as much as anyone else, he was my VP after all, my most trusted second, there were limits to what he was meant to know.

He didn’t know, for example, about the violence that had gotten me to where I was, and the lack of it that had gotten him to his current state. The things he knew were superficial at best. He knew I was Gideon North, but he didn’t know my favorite books, my favorite songs. He didn’t know it was hard for me to sleep most nights, didn’t know how I took my coffee, or why I didn’t open up to strangers. He assumed lots of things about me, though, letting the rumors do most of the heavy lifting so I didn’t have to.