“I am not a child.” Nate straightened his shoulders, trying to ignore how ridiculous he must look, naked on his bed, bound. “I’m your senior, Kazimir. You can’t just—”
“We aren’t on campus,” he said. “And I don’t see you as my senior, Nate Narek.” He made his way back over toward the end of the bed, voice dropping, “You’re my little bitch.”
Nate winced and felt tears well in the corner of his eyes. He sniffled and looked away, not wanting Kaz to catch on. He’d never cried in front of anyone before, not since he’d been a kid and his parents had died. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure why he was doing so now. Did this situation totally blow? Yes. But was it worth losing his shit over?
Actually…probably.
Getting involved with a Devil was bad enough. But being claimed by one like property?
What would his brother think?
If Nuri ever heard any of this, he’d be so ashamed of how Nate had turned out. Would he blame himself for it, too? He’d been the one who’d picked Vitality, so of course he would. Nuri was always taking responsibility for things out of his control, things that didn’t have anything to do with him. That’s why Silver had liked keeping him around so much, even before they’d gotten together. Why Nate tried so hard not to add to the workload by becoming a burden.
“Hey.” Kazimir placed the items in his hands down on the bed and then crawled onto it, moving so that he was now the one kneeling in front of Nate. When he cupped Nate’s cheek, his touch was gentle, and he turned his face up so their eyes were meeting. “Not a fan of that phrase?”
Nate swallowed and considered staying quiet, but he’d never been the silent type, and he wasn’t going to get anywhere with the Brumal member if he didn’t at least try to voice his opinions. “I’m a person, Kaz. I’m not a thing. Not,” he scowled at the fleshlight, “a sex toy. You can’t just use me and treat me like plastic. I have feelings, you know.”
“I know,” he said, “I’ve been manipulating them all this time. Of course, I know.”
Nate wasn’t even surprised by that, sighing disappointedly. This wasn’t going to work. Kazimir didn’t care what Nate wanted, only what—
“I didn’t tell you to be my sex toy,” Kazimir told him. “I want you to be my boyfriend. We’re going to fuck—hard and often—but that’s not the only thing I want you for. Tell you what, I’ll give you a chance to have things your way. How does that sound?”
He searched Kaz’s gaze, trying to find the trap. What he was thinking, however, must have been obvious because that only earned him a clicking of the Devil’s tongue.
“You can’t get out of this, Narek. I’ve chosen you. That’s final. But,” his free hand trailed over to Nate’s right leg, his heated touch suggestively traveling up his calve, past his knee, and over his thigh, “you want it to feel more legit? Say yes, Pretty Boy. That’s all you have to do. Submit to me, and I promise I’ll play the role.”
“What does that mean?” And why was Nate even considering it for a moment?
He really must be out of his mind. Or maybe just desperate for this to finally end. He was tired of looking over his shoulder, fearing the Brumal member would show up out of the blue again. He’d already lost his job at Quartet Air, and there was the looming threat Kaz had made toward Jones to consider.
Maybe this really was the best option for him.
“I wouldn’t call my boyfriend a little bitch, for one,” Kaz said. “The rest of the evening will go as I planned, but we can drop the crude name-calling if you’re really against that. I want you hot for me, Nate. I could fuck you against your will again, sure, but that’s not a long-term solution.”
“You really care this much about proving to your cousin you could also be in a relationship?” Nate shook his head. “Blackmailing someone into being your boyfriend isn’t real, Kazimir.”
“I don’t need it to be real,” his voice darkened some, “I just need it to be you.”
“Why?”
“I’m honestly not sure anymore. Maybe it’s because you resisted so beautifully? I’ve got this inescapable urge to claim you and bend you to my will. If I get to stick it to Baikal in the process? Fantastic. But that’s no longer what this is about.”
“Then,” even knowing he should heed the warning, Nate asked, “Why bother with the relationship at all? We can just have sex because I owe you for letting Port go,” he had to pause and swallow the bile that threatened to rise, “and killing that guy. I can do that. We can do it right now, and then—”
“You think once would be enough payment?” Kaz’s eyes flashed and the hand on Nate’s face shifted to grab onto his chin roughly.
“A few more times than!” Nate rushed to say. “How many times would be enough? Tell me. I’ll do it. If you want to tie me up or whatever, okay.”
“Just so long as you don’t have to be my boyfriend, is that it?” Kazimir said coldly, and Nate realized his mistake too late.
“That’s—”
“Exactly what you’re trying to get out of,” he cut him off. “Here I was trying to do something nice for you, Pretty Boy, and how do you repay me?” Kaz shoved him onto his backand then blindly reached behind him until he grabbed the two small tubes. One was tossed to the side again, but the other was uncapped, and it was impossible not to note how careful he was not to get any of the cream on him as he pinned Nate down with a hand on his stomach and brought it to his flaccid dick.
During their talk, Nate had gone soft, and he let out a hiss when the cold cream first landed on his tip.
“Rub it in,” Kazimir ordered, and when Nate hesitated, he growled. “Don’t make me pull out my knife. Considering the mood I’m now in, I might actually cut you just for the fun of it.”
