“I still haven’t decided if you lean more toward sociopath or psychopath, but it’s obvious you have some form of antisocial personality disorder. Can I ask you a question?”
The surprises never stopped coming it seemed.
“All right.” Sila nodded.
“What exactly can’t you feel? And what is it like?” Bay pursed his lips and Sila waited for him to find the right phrasing. “Is it, more like the absence of something? Like an emptiness? Do you…get upset?”
“I can,” he revealed. “I can experience anger.”
“Sadness?”
He considered. “No.”
“But you feel wronged, and you don’t like it when your brother is sad.”
Sila stiffened. He’d let his guard down and fallen for the innocent act. How very unlike him. “Is that what this is really about? You’re not curious about me, you’re trying to get me to tell you whether or not my brother is the same way. What? Scared you’ve fallen for a monster, Kitten?”
“No,” Bay said. “That’s not—”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Sila cut him off. “Not when you’ve already got the attention of the Devil.” He moved fast, wanting to catch Bay off guard and cause him to panic all over again. With a flick of his wrist, Sila cut through the thin material of Bay’s black t-shirt, tearing it off of his body with ease. He’d used the tip of the blade to snap the button off the top of his jeans before Bay started to fight back, but one hard shove to the center of his chest had him stilling all over again.
Even though he knew Bay couldn’t see him that well in the murky darkness, the fallen flashlight and the full moon peeking through the trees directly overhead barely providing enough visibility, Sila set his expression in a steely look.
Bay remained tense a moment longer and then, little by little, he forced his muscles to go lax, until he was lying flat on the ground once more.
Sila made a sound of approval, then tugged on the waistband of Bay’s jeans to pull the material half an inch away from his flesh. He turned the knife and sheered through the clothing, all the way down to the thigh, then he repeated the motion on the other side. Grabbing onto Bay’s arm, he flipped him onto his stomach, pausing to see what he’d do.
Bay kept still, his palms flat in the dirt on either side of his head.
Hooking his finger in the center loop at the back of the jeans, Sila tugged them down, tossing them over his shoulder. Then he rolled Bay over once more and slowly rose to his feet so he could peer down at him.
The professor was all lean muscle and creamy skin. Aside from a thin blue trail of hairs leading down from his navel, and small tufts over his armpits, he wasn’t hairy.
“Do you groom yourself, Kitten?” Sila asked. He’d wanted to know for a while now, but hadn’t allowed himself to break into the professor’s home. There’d been no need for it, since he could keep tabs on Bay easily enough through his tablet. Now he was starting to wonder if he shouldn’t have added cameras there like he’d done to the man’s office.
How much had he missed by restricting himself from bugging the man’s home bathroom?
Bay glanced away, embarrassed.
He tutted at him. “Don’t fret. I like it. I like how soft you are.”
The professor lifted his chin as though offended and it was an obvious struggle for him when he made himself meet Sila’s gaze again.
For a while, they stayed like that, Sila standing over his naked body, one leg at either side.
Tonight was meant to be the grand finale, the end to their sordid tale. And yet…The longer Bay waited silently for him, stayed still and quiet like commendable little prey, the more Sila realized he wasn’t ready for this to be over.
After all of his effort, was getting to play with the man lying in the dirt at his feet a single time really worth it? Was it fair to himself? Didn’t Sila deserve more than a one hit wonder?
Bay deserved it to, after how good he’d been the past half hour.
“Sweet or sour?” Sila found himself asking. They’d start again, return to the beginning and replay by the same set of rules. The best way to trap someone was by offering them a choice and allowing those choices to tangle around them.
Any sign of Bay’s earlier arousal was gone now, his dick flaccid at the apex of his thighs. But Sila remembered the glimmer of excitement he’d been unable to hide.
“Going off the types of porn you get off to,” Sila continued when Bay didn’t answer, “I’m guessing sour.”
The professor squeezed his eyes shut.
