“You called so many times,” he switched tactics, wanting answers. “Was that why? Did you hope I’d show up and find you dead? Or did you want me to save you? What were you trying to accomplish? Tell me!”
“No!” Bay was all the way on the other side, practically hanging off the edge of the bed. “That’s not why I called at all! I wasn’t trying to trick you into doing anything!”
“No?”
“I mean it!”
“You’re seriously going to sit there and claim it wasn’t on purpose? That you didn’t turn things around on me expertly like you did?”
“I—” Bay frowned. “What?”
“It was a brilliant play, Professor. I was so distracted by you I didn’t even notice what was happening until it was too late. You purred and cried so pretty for me, always so receptive, of course I fell for it.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“I’mattached,” Sila confessed, though he was sure to make it clear he wasn’t pleased by that fact. “The whole time I was focused on making you addicted to me, you were doing the same. You should have died on that bridge, but I couldn’t let you. I couldn’t bear to part with you. But now…Now I’m coming to my senses.”
He wasn’t.
Good Light, help them both. He really, really wasn’t.
Chapter 25:
“You want a choice?” Sila opened the drawer of the end table and pulled out another knife. “Here’s your choice, Professor. I can either fuck you bloody with this blade and then slit you from throat to navel and see what you look like on the inside, or you can choke on my cock. Either way, this ends tonight, Bay Delmar. Tonight, I take your life.”
It’s what he should have done from the start. Instead of getting wrapped up in Bay’s routine and allowing himself to become enthralled by his secrets, Sila should have stuck a blade through the man’s gut the second his brother had told him someone was watching. He should have dealt with the threat, washed his hands, and forgotten all about it. Instead, he’d stalked his prey for too long, long enough he’d forgotten his original intentions.
“Sila,” Bay’s voice shook.
“Choose,” he snapped. “Or I choose for you, and we both know which way I’m leaning.” He twirled the handle of the weapon pointedly.
He was always curious about what people looked like beneath their outer layer. When he’d said he wanted to know what a Vital heart looked and felt like before, he hadn’t been over exaggerating. Sila had only ever been able to cut one person open for the fun of it before and his brother’s reaction—anger and disgust—had been enough to keep him from doing so again, however…
His gaze trailed down Bay’s body and even though the professor was curled in on himself protectively, Sila could easily picture exactly where he’d cut if given the chance.
And if that meant he no longer got to play with Bay? So what. Why was that so important to him anyway? Playmates changed. Pieces fell off the board. That’s how the game worked. Sila did away with one and then went out and found another. It wasn’t that hard of a concept. Wasn’t anything new.
He’d always known the two of them were going to end up like this, with Bay dying at his hands, so why was his gut twisting and his chest constricting the way that it was? Why did his skin feel too tight?
Why wasn’t Sila acting likehimself?
He might not feel in control, but whatever Bay saw when he met Sila’s gaze proved otherwise. All at once, the professor slumped, the fight draining out of him as quickly as it’d come.
He was giving up.
“Your cock,” he whispered, so quietly that Sila had to strain to hear it. “I,” he took a shaky breath, cheeks staining pink, “I want to know what it tastes like before I go.”
What an entirely morbid and fucked up thing to admit.
He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he must of for Bay flinched away from him after hearing it.
Sila growled in warning, then ordered, “Strip.”
Bay frowned at him.
“You’re going out the same way you came in,” he explained. “Naked and crying. Do it. If I have to come over there and do it for you, we’re going back to option one.”
As Bay started to slowly undress, a small voice in the back of Sila’s mind whispered to him how wrong he was. Sila had given him those options knowing full well which of the two Bay would choose. He may be into pain, but it was a no brainer he’d want to avoid being cut to ribbons with no payoff. At least while giving a blowjob, Bay could most likely become aroused himself.
