Bay dropped his gaze and then clenched his fists around the comforter when Sila laughed at him.
“Watching you struggle to figure out what you want is amusing,” he told him. “But, onto option two.”
“There’s no need.” Bay lifted his head and glared. “Option one. Please vacate my home immediately.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Even though that means I’ll be chasing someone else through the woods and filling them with my cock instead?”
His dick twitched and he was more grateful for the comforter than before. “Good, then they can report you to the proper authorities.”
He grinned and did something Bay couldn’t quite put his finger on, something that morphed his face from that of a deviant college student to a complete and total monster.
No, not monster.
The man standing less than two feet away from him was a devil, possibly even the Devil. Malice and wicked glee practically radiated off of him and there was a slightly manic gleam to his eyes, like the idea of chaos had gotten him going.
Before he knew it, Bay was crawling backward on the mattress, trying to put distance between them, only Sila wasn’t having any of that.
He followed, prowling forward to drop his hands on either side of Bay’s hips, climbing up onto the twin-sized mattress so he could stalk him all the way to the center.
Bay froze on his elbows, instinct telling him to freeze up in the face of danger, that if he just stayed as still as possible, Sila wouldn’t swallow him whole.
Amazingly enough, it seemed to work, some of that dark energy drifting away.
It wasn’t completely gone when he tipped his head down at Bay, but it wasn’t nearly as intense as it had been a moment ago.
“It’s bold of you to assume I’d let it get that far,” Sila said silkily. “Admittedly, that was my first time playing in a forest, but it was a night of firsts all around. I don’t let prey slip through my fingers, Bay. It’d be a waste of energy if I did. So, no. If you reject me now, and I go off and find another playmate to do what we just did, you should know they won’t make it long enough to even consider going to the authorities. In fact,” he leaned down and pressed a closed mouth kiss to the bottom of Bay’s jaw, ignoring the way that caused his breath to hitch, “They’ll probably only be seen again when their separated parts are fished out of Lake Cerulean.”
“Is that,” he licked his dry lips and focused on making his voice steady, “supposed to make me feel bad?”
“Of course not.” Just like that, Sila was off of him and standing at the side of the bed again.
Bay still couldn’t move.
“Why would I assume you’d feel bad for a stranger?” He waved at him.
“Then,” Bay took in the relaxed way Sila was standing, noting the casual expression on his face and recognized it for the mask it was, “What’s option two?”
Sila had said it over and over again to him. He’d been incredibly forthright about it in fact.
He’d told Bay he’d made the mistake of attracting a devil.
Being taken against his will in the dirt hadn’t been enough to really hammer that point through Bay’s thick head.
But this? Apparently this was enough to get the message across loud and clear.
Fear gripped him and when he sat up, he moved as slowly as possible, eyes glued to Sila, ready for any sudden movements.
Nothing happened though, his student merely stood there watching and waiting. As soon as Bay was sitting once more, he spoke.
“From here until I say otherwise, you agree to play with me, wherever and however I want. No rules. No safe words. And this is the important one,” Sila said. “No pretend. We’re playing, but this is the real deal, Kitten, and you act accordingly or I pull out—and I don’t mean in the fun you get to lick come off of your face way.”
Bay’s mouth twisted in displeasure before he could help it and he quickly smoothed the expression away.
Sila’s eyes narrowed. “That,” he pointed, “That looked a lot like pretend. You’re free to express yourself. I don’t want lies or masks. These aren’t roles. I’m me. You’re you. You’re mine. It’s as simple as that.”
