Taldon sneered and crawled backward on the bed, pulling his dick out of Hayde, who watched him carefully, wondering what he was thinking, what he was going to do to him. He thought his challenge would be arousing to Taldon, but it seemed to have sparked something else within him. Something dark, something that concerned him.
Taldon reached under the mattress, retrieving a six-inch knife, which shone in the dim room lighting from a lamp on the nightstand.
And suddenly Hayde realized how fucked he really was. But in the back of his mind, there was this part of him that didn’t fear death, that wouldn’t have minded dying. Life was cruel and twisted…and maybe Maggie was right and the nothing was better than the pain. So much pain.
He’d lived a long life…a life of aching that only grew and intensified with every passing day. However, as much as he felt like it could be worth it to end it all, there was a reason to live: for Kinzer. He couldn’t be with him, but at least he could help him.
Taldon pressed the blade against Hayde’s throat.
Hayde wondered if Taldon knew why he was really there. Did he suspect Hayde was trying to collect intel from him? Or what if Janka had warned him to kill Hayde if he showed up like he had?
“Not enough, you said?” Taldon asked.
Hayde hoped this was still part of the game he was playing, not that Taldon was onto his ruse or wanting something far more sadistic than Hayde had anticipated.
“You’re scaring me in all the right ways,” Hayde said.
A gleeful smile swept across Taldon’s face. “You like that?” He pulled the blade back and lurched forward, driving it at Hayde and stopping right before his throat.
Hayde’s body trembled, convulsed.
“You like to be scared?” Taldon asked, trailing the knife down between Hayde’s pecks to his navel.
Hayde’s body shook feverishly as he was truly horrified about what Taldon could do. And even worse, what Taldonwoulddo.
Taldon pressed the blade against Hayde’s flesh, sticking it in until he drew blood. He pulled the knife to his face and licked Hayde’s blood off the tip. “You taste good…for a flit,” Taldon said. He growled before jamming the knife into Hayde’s thigh.
Hayde cried out as Taldon wrapped his arms around his thighs and pushed his cock back in—something Hayde appreciated, if only for the fact that the throbbing burn in his ass made up for the powerful sensation from where Taldon had stabbed him.
Hayde tugged at the restraints around his wrists, reminding himself what he was there for. Reminding himself he needed to do this and that he would make it through the torture. Like so much of his life, it would be…excruciating. And not in a way he enjoyed…
Taldon threw another punch.
Throughout the fuck, he grabbed at Hayde’s flesh, pulling, tugging. He slapped, bit, choked. He fucked him until his body twisted and he grunted, assuring Hayde he was breeding him. Then Taldon lay against him, offering sloppy kisses against the side of Hayde’s face.
He pistoned his hips a few more times, like he wanted to remind Hayde that his cum was up inside him, before he finally pulled out and removed the knife from Hayde’s leg, blood rushing onto the sheets. Must’ve been a mild inconvenience for the sadist, who set the blade down on the sheets, ignoring the mess he’d made. He moved close to Hayde, resting his hand on Hayde’s chest.
“You’re pretty good at that,” Taldon said. “It’s no wonder you were able to catch the interest of a higherling like Janka. I think he’s always had a thing for pathetic immortals like yourself or Kinzer.”
It wasn’t his insult toward him that annoyed Hayde, though. It was his insult to Kinzer that made him want to take that blade and slice it through his throat.
“Not so bad yourself,” Hayde replied.
Taldon smiled. He rolled over, fetched a key from the nightstand, and used it to remove the cuffs around Hayde’s wrists. Then he got up off the bed and went into the adjoining bathroom, soon returning with a damp towel.
“Let me see your leg,” he said. Hayde let him, and Taldon wiped at the blood around his wound. “Ooh, I got you damn good.”
“I’ll say.”
Taldon smiled before kissing Hayde again.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you like that ever since I first laid eyes on you,” Taldon said as he pulled away. “And if Janka hadn’t claimed you, I would have.”
“If you’d let me know back then, I would have let you do that anyway.”
Taldon snickered. “It wasn’t you I was worried about. Janka can be very possessive about his boys.”
“Don’t I know it,” Hayde said and ground his teeth as he thought about how long he had stayed loyal to Janka, believing foolishly that one day Janka could fall in love with him, a lowly flit. Of course, if only he’d realized what sort of scum Janka really was and how he’d never really cared for him. Only used him. Only used everyone. “But now Janka’s off doing his own thing, running amok. Betrayed us all.”
