Page 89 of The Villain's Beast
“There’s nothing normal about this,” Luca said, shouldering Daren to the side so he could get his arms around me too. “Nothing normal about anything we’ve done.”
I thought about the reality of my own situation, separate of everything the other four men in my life had gone through. My father had sold me. That was why my mom had been so upset the day they told me about Rose Hill. She’d understood what I’d been signed up for…that there was no way out. And with everything that had come to light since that initiation weekend, the one thing I still didn’t understand was why he’d done it. What was there for him to earn or receive by offering me up on a silver platter to the Sinclair family?
I wasn’t going to find my answers in the middle of Rose Hall, and I wasn’t going to get any answers until all of this was said and done. My dad kept his secrets close to his chest, apparently, but there would be a time and a place for me to find out the truth. If it even mattered. There was no good reason for what he’d done to me. I was his son, his youngest son, and he’d given me away. And for what? Money? Power? Definitely not love, which I was learning with Daren and Luca was the most powerful force of them all. It was definitely a better motivator than the rest.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Luca whispered, dropping his chin onto my shoulder. “Enjoy the calm before the storm.”
“You don’t enjoy anything being calm,” Daren said, turning and pressing his mouth against Luca’s temple.
“Maybe just this once,” he murmured, tangling our fingers together and pulling me toward the stairs. “I’ll stockpile it until the end.”
Daren snorted, but gave us both a push toward the stairs.
It was a tangle of exhausted but excitable limbs as we made our way to Luca’s bedroom, and then a mess of shaking hands and flying clothes, and the three of us were bare in more ways than one.
Luca shoved Daren down onto the bed, crawling up after him. “I wish you had two cocks so you could fuck us both.”
I joined them on the bed, my knees digging into the outside of Daren’s thigh.
“There’s three cocks between us,” he said, guiding both mine and Luca’s hands to his swiftly thickening erection. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”
“Seems like you’re only worried about yours,” I teased, wrapping my fingers around his thickness. Luca’s fingers tangled with mine and we stroked him together, in tandem.
“It is the biggest,” he gasped, arching off the bed as Luca and I gave him a squeeze.
Touching him wasn’t enough, touching either of them…it was superficial and I needed a deeper connection. The coming days were a series of glaring unknowns, the biggest of which came from not even understanding how much my life mattered to people who had more power than I ever would.
Sinking down into the sheets, I covered the tip of Daren’s cock with my mouth, tasting the salty tang of his arousal. He cursed under his breath and pushed Luca down to join me. Soon our tongues tangled around Daren’s shaft, lips searching for purchase. Luca moved like he was desperate to kiss me and Daren’s cock was nothing more than an impediment to his cause.
I grabbed the back of his head with one hand, sealing our lips as tight as I could manage with Daren’s dick between us. And I kissed him.
I kissed him.
I kissed him.
Daren fucked his hips up off the bed, sliding his cock through mine and Luca’s kiss, the moans and sighs growing louder with every pass of our tongues. It wasn’t long before Daren’s legs went tense beneath us and hot jets of cum shot against our cheeks and our lips. Luca opened his mouth and swallowed Daren down almost entirely. I used my mouth to cover the exposed base of his cock, and Daren shuddered, more cum leaking into—and out of—Luca’s mouth.
After his orgasm faded into his bones and his cock softened and slipped out of our mouths, he pulled Luca and me down onto the bed. Half on his chest, he pushed the both of us together until our cocks pressed together, slick with our own arousal. He didn’t need to tell us what to do next—our bodies knew. I moved against him, hooking a leg over his thigh and humping him until I spilled my release against the crook of his thigh.
“I need more,” Luca whispered. “I’m sorry, I…”
Daren pushed us both off of him, rolling Luca onto his back and grabbing him by the throat before my orgasm had even finished. His grip on Luca’s throat was so tight I could see the whites of his knuckles, and when Luca gasped out a terrified breath, my dick ached with a deeper arousal than I’d ever felt before.
“Help him,” Daren said to me, and I reached between them to grab Luca’s cock. His arm flailed out and he grabbed mine, jerking me to milk the rest of the cum out of me while I stroked him toward his own end. His face turned pink as he gasped for breath, the admiration and fear and love in his eyes enough to send another wave of pleasure through me. Luca blinked slowly,fingers absently clawing at Daren’s grip, and then a burst of heat coated my fingers as he came onto my hand. Daren didn’t let him go until I pulled my hand away, and even after that, Luca kept his hand on my sticky cock, even if his hold was looser than it had been before.
Above us, something crashed, and Daren let out a long suffering breath.
“Maybe they’ll kill themselves and this whole thing will be finished tonight,” he said.
Luca hummed and rolled onto his side, tucking against me like that wouldn’t have been the worst outcome, but as I stared up at the ceiling, I wasn’t so sure.
Chapter 62
Gideon
Fletcher followed me to the library, making himself at home on the chaise lounge while I opened the bottom drawer of my desk. Things were out of place, which meant Bellamy had already done his snooping and come up empty-handed. I’d known, buried balls deep inside of him, that he’d been sent to spy. That he’d been here on a mission to steal from me, all for Fletcher’s gain. For Fletcher’s whims.
For Fletcher.