In the middle of his blood-stained kitchen, Nate found himself being consumed by the Devil with nowhere left to run.
Any lingering hope of escape drifted away as he was lifted into Kazimir’s arms and wordlessly carried down the hall.
Chapter 13:
Kazimir stripped him down and then shoved him face-first onto the bed, but it wasn’t until he tugged Nate’s arms back and he felt something silky cinch across his wrists that he bothered to struggle.
“What are you doing?” he demanded, trying to rise onto his knees, only for his neck to be captured in a vicelike grip that forced him back into position.
“He speaks,” Kaz drawled, tightening the material he was using to bind Nate. “I was starting to think you were disassociating on me.”
“What?” How could he know about that?
“Don’t sound so shocked. I read your file, Narek. It was easy enough to get my hands on.”
“That’s illegal!” He’d only gone to one session. How much could the doctor have written about him, really?
“It’s not like I learned anything I didn’t already know about you,” Kaz said.
It was impossible to know if that was true or not because Nate doubted the Brumal member would admit it if he had read something new. He prided himself on being able to see through people, had boasted about it enough times in the past that Nate would be an idiot not to have caught on.
“Considering everything that just happened, it wouldn’t be too wild to guess that you’d start freaking out,” Kaz continued.
“Is that why you’re tying my wrists?” Nate tilted his head on the dark gray pillow and tried to view him over his shoulder. “Just, give me a minute. I need a minute.”
“So that you can what? Think?” He clucked his tongue. “No can do, Pretty Boy. Nothing good ever comes of you overthinking. All you have to do is lay here and take it.” Kaz gave one sharp slap to Nate’s right ass cheek and then rubbed some of the sting away with a caress. “This is mine. Get used to it.”
Nate hated how hopeless he felt, but more than that, he hated how Kaz was right about the thinking part. What good would that do him here, while at Kazimir’s mercy? “You said we’d start small.”
“I only did that so you’d let your guard down, and wouldn’t you know it? It worked.”
“Bastard.”
“Let’s see if you’ll still be calling me that when I’m balls deep and wrecking your insides.”
That picture didn’t exactly help calm his nerves any, and Nate tried again to rise up onto his knees, only to be shoved forward and held down. This time Kaz was less forgiving, digging his nails into the side of Nate’s neck as he waited for his struggles to subside on their own. Feeling like there was no other option but to give in, Nate stilled, focusing on his breathing instead.
“Angry, Pretty Boy?” Kaz taunted, slowly removing his hand only to lightly stroke it down the curve of Nate’s spine. “Want to punch me again?”
“Yes.” Lying didn’t seem worth it. Besides, the Brumal member had shown him time and time again that words werethe only defense Nate had against him. Maybe if he kept talking, he could make Kaz feel even half as shitty as he did now.
Because he did feel shitty…right?
He was face down on his own bed, tied, and on his knees with his ass up in the air, and the only reason was because Kazimir had used the safety of his friend against him. If not for Port, Nate would have fought back in the living room. He would never have—
“Trying to talk yourself down?” Kaz interrupted his thoughts. “You angry because you want it, babe,” his fingers slipped between Nate’s crack, “or because you don’t?”
“I don’t,” he snapped.
“That so?” When his hand wrapped around Nate’s member and squeezed, he was far from easy, laughing when Nate let out a pained cry. “Should have consulted with your dick first. You aren’t very good at this, are you?”
“Good at what?” Nate asked through clenched teeth.
“Picking and choosing your lies,” he explained. “That’s going to be an important skill to have as my boyfriend.”
“I am not—” He stopped on another strangled cry when Kazimir squeezed again and slapped him on the left ass cheek at the same time.
“You held out for an impressively long while, but let’s not beat a dead horse. You were always going to end up in this position, prostrating for me.”
