Sealing his front over Nate’s back, he pinned him down more firmly as he took him, groaning as the new angle helped his cock slide in deeper than he’d imagined. It didn’t take long after that for both of them to find their release, Kazimir’s cock spurting inside of Nate’s hole a second before he felt the pretty racer paint his hand in thick globs of white.
He continued to fuck him until they’d both spent their last drop, then and only then did Kazimir pull away. His cockdrooped, slick and shiny in the overhead bathroom lighting, and he smirked at it as he tucked it away and resituated his pants.
Nate remained bent over the sink, his abused ass high in the air, his hole still stretched and open.
Kaz lifted his multi-slate and snapped a photo, his cock already twitching with renewed interest at the sight of his come seeping from that entrance. There was no time for another round, however. Almost as soon as he’d taken the pic, his device rang with a call from his cousin, the one person not even Kazimir could ignore.
He grabbed a fistful of Nate’s jacket and pulled him off the sink, tossing him to the ground at his feet. It gave him his first look at the pretty racer’s face in a while, and despite knowing Baikal hated to be kept waiting, Kaz momentarily stalled to take it all in.
Nate’s cheeks were red and streaked with tears, his pants still caught around his knees to display the way his limp dick rested between his thighs. His hair was in disarray from when Kaz had grabbed it, and he looked like the mess Kaz had wanted him to be. The only thing he hadn’t anticipated was the defiance.
Those lips of his trembled as he glowered, those chocolate eyes clear and intense as they locked onto Kaz’s.
Had Kazimir fucked the alcohol out of his system? Any other time he’d find that concept funny, but right now…
The phone stopped and then abruptly started ringing again, the jarring sound enough to pull him out of it.
“Consider us even, Pretty Boy.” Kazimir gave him a wink and then turned on his heels, shoving the door open and exiting into the hall with a spring to his step that hadn’t been there an hour ago.
In fact, he felt better than he had in weeks.
All that coin he’d lost tonight?
Money well spent.
Chapter 3:
“You’ve got to do better than that to keep up in this industry, Narek.”
Nate nodded his head absently as he emptied his bladder at the stall next to Donaver, the coworker who thought he wrote the damn textbook on automotive-craft mechanics. He bet if they checked, Nate had better grades than the vapid prick—who was tiny inallthe ways it counted—standing next to him.
They were around the same age, though Donaver considered himself a million times wiser since he’d started working at Quartet Air a full three months before Nate had been hired.
Idiot.
It was true that Donaver got more clients than the rest of the mechanics there, but they all knew why. His daddy owned a popular grocery chain and was constantly sending clients his son’s way. Typically, Nate wouldn’t begrudge a little nepotism—who could afford to get by on their own in this day and age—but he drew the line when it was used as a means to look down on others.
Donaver wasn’t particularly clever or more skilled than the rest of them. He simply had connections, and while that was dandy for him and all, it didn’t mean he had a right to stand herepissing next to Nate, talking to him in that condescending tone of his.
The interaction reminded him of the one thing he’d spent the past two weeks desperately trying to purge from his recollection. At the docks, that damn Devil had sneered down his nose at Nate like he shit out the moon and controlled the tides and therefore deserved to be revered. Then later, when he’d found Nate drunk…
Kazimir Ambrose had fucked him.
No, he’d sexually assaulted him—Nate couldn’t bring himself to use the other word, even knowing that’s what it’d actually been. He hadn’t been able to consent, had in fact, told him to stop. Did it matter that he’d been hard for Kaz and that he’d come in the end as well?
No.
No, because it couldn’t. Because that would mean that Nate had liked it, just like Kazimir had claimed, and…
He had issues, sure, but he couldn’t be that messed up in the head, right? He hadn’tlikedthe fact that a basic stranger had taken advantage of him. But the act itself had been… eye-opening? Maybe that wasn’t the right term for it. All Nate knew was he’d enjoyed the sex on its own, even if he’d loathed the person who’d been forcing him to do it.
Nate could still remember with perfect clarity exactly how it’d felt to be held down. The way his body had internally protested the intrusion, first of those deft fingers and later of Kazimir’s wide cock. The stretch, the burn, the intense waves of heat, all of that could be brought back to the forefront of his mind easily. But other details were harder to grasp.
Whenever he thought back on the things Kazimir had said to him, it was a bit hazy. He knew there’d been words during the act itself, that Kaz had whispered them into his ear and breathed them hotly against the back of his neck, but try as he might, Natecould only pick one or two of them out here and there. The rest were a mystery.
Except for his parting ones, of course. The way the Brumal member had looked down his nose at Nate and left him there sitting on the dirty floor in a mixture of their fluids was seared in his brain. He might have even been able to forgive Kaz for the rape itself—there, he’d acknowledged it—but whenever he thought back on how he’d just walked away after…
His hands clenched into tight fists.
