Page 57 of The Villain's Beast
“Why are you here?” he asked again, dragging his nails down my chest hard enough to draw four lines of fresh blood from my sternum to my navel. It took all my strength to not cry out in pain, but my father had taught me years ago about the importance of suffering in silence. “Why are you here? What do you want? If you’re not here for this, Gideon, why are youhere?”
He was nearly frantic, eyes wide with my skin and blood beneath his fingernails. And I realized, he was right. There was one thing we both wanted from each other, one thing we’d never been allowed to have. Maybe it was seeing Daren and Luca together that had brought our lives into such sharp focus for the first time, but Fletcher was far from wrong in his assumption. Even if I hadn’t realized it when it happened, my need for him was the one thing that had always kept me going.
“When I thought I was dying,” I said to him, freeing my cock from my pants and giving it a tight stroke. “I saw you.”
“What?” He swallowed and shoved his pants down to his knees, spitting onto his fingers and reaching between his legs.
I pushed him down onto the couch and settled my weight on top of him, between his legs. He was practically bent in half, fingers up his ass like he had any right to put anything up there besides my cock. I swatted his hand away, wondering if I’d always felt this sense of propriety over him and how I’d managed to ignore it for so long.
Spitting into my own hand, I slicked my cock and notched myself against his barely-prepped hole. “In the pool that day,right before I lost consciousness, I saw you. You held out your hand and I took it, and I thought that was the end of everything.”
I pushed my hips forward, easing my cock into him, one agonizingly slow inch at a time. Fletcher whimpered, clenching his jaw and throwing back his head. He reached between his legs and started to stroke himself like mad, far faster than the pace I set on his ass.
“Holy shit, Gideon.”
He whispered my name and I stole it from his mouth with my tongue. I kissed him, pushing him down into the corner of the couch until I felt like I could move without shooting my load into him on the next thrust.
“Hmn?” I hummed into his mouth, deepening the kiss and finding a pace that delivered all of the punishment I knew he deserved. It was, after all, his fault that we hadn’t been doing this for the last six and a half years. His judgement, his decisions, his selfishness.
“You feel so good,” he said, burying his face into the crook of my neck. He sank his teeth into my skin and it hurt more than the brand ever had. It was a different kind of mark, one that I’d wear forever, even after the scar itself faded. “Sin, I’ve…”
“Tell me.” Fletcher took my face into his hands, cradling me while I fucked him. His palm smeared precum across my cheek and I turned to the side, licking him clean.
“I’ve never been with another man before,” I admitted. “I haven’t…haven’t done anything else with anyone that I haven’t done with you.”
His blue eyes went wide, clear as the sky and innocent as they used to be back when we thought we were bigger than we were. He cursed under his breath and grunted, a hot burst of cum streaming out of his cock and splattering against the underside of his chin. Another across his bare chest, his stomach. Hishands were still against my face, digging in deeper than before, and I wondered if he’d drawn my blood a second time.
Knowing that he’d just come—untouched—based off my confession alone, unfurled a complicated tangle of emotions in the middle of my chest. It was overwhelming, enough to send my brain to the place it went when I felt like my life was out of my control. Leveraging my weight onto the couch, I pumped into Fletcher so hard, he finally cried out. The couch dragged across the room, and I fucked into him again, again, chasing after the pleasure I’d been deprived of my entire life.
“I’m still…” he trailed off, head thrown back in pleasure as the couch slammed into a cabinet against the wall. Books and vases and trophies all fell out of the case, raining down onto us as my orgasm barreled through us both.
“I’m still coming,” he gasped, and I filled him to leaking. Using my back to shield him from the debris, I dropped my forehead against his when the violent aftershocks of my orgasm finally quieted down.
“Well,” Daren said from somewhere behind us. “That’s quite the development.”
Chapter 40
Daren
Iwas one to talk, considering my cum was still deposited in two of the four men sitting across the table from me, but walking in on Fletcher taking Gideon North’s cock up his ass was the last thing I expected to happen that day.
Sitting a bottle of red wine in the middle of the table and collapsing into a chair beside Luca, I scrubbed a hand down my face and waited for either Gideon or Fletcher to explain themselves. After the three of us walked in on them, Fletcher had told us all to fuck off, then had taken Gideon to his room. They’d emerged half an hour later, both freshly showered and both in Fletcher’s clothes.
“Isn’t it early for wine?” Fletcher asked, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankle. He was still barefoot, a sharp contrast from the way he normally carried himself around the house, the way he held himself when he talked about Gideon.
“Isn’t it early to get bent over a couch and fucked by your sworn enemy?” I shot back.
“He was hardly bent over,” Luca said, reaching for the wine and pouring himself and Bellamy a glass. He raised it toward me, and I slid my glass in his direction. After he’d poured, he setthe bottle on the center of the table again, and the three of us turned our attention to our leaders.
“Let’s talk about the two of you first,” Fletcher said, brow raised.
“All our secrets are already on the table, it seems,” I said.
“How can I trust you knowing you’re involved with him?”
“I could ask you the same, President,” I shot back, words quiet and calculated. “But let me remind you that I’m not a Sinclair and I’m not a North. I’m here because it’s what’s expected of me until I graduate.”
“This isn’t something you just walk away from after school is finished.” Gideon grazed his fingers across the center of his chest and, beside me, Luca winced. I’d known, but somehow I hadn’t realized there was no way that brand had made it to the center of Gideon’s chest without Luca’s assistance.