With one swift move, he pulled out and flipped Aneski onto his stomach, lifting him onto his knees before he could get his bearings. His cock sought out his entrance again, finding it easily, and pushed inside, rubbing against his already bruised flesh.
“Flix.”
“You don’t get to enjoy this,” he growled against the curve of his ear a second before his hand moved to the base of Aneski’s dick and squeezed.
Ani jerked in his hold, the tears flowing more freely now, but he couldn’t get away, sucking in a breath when one of Flix’s arms pressed against his throat next.
“I’m not letting you come,” Flix said. “I’m not even going to let you feel my come inside of you. You’d like that too much, right? Feeling yourself filled with my spunk?” He tightened his grip.
Aneski’s vision started to wink in and out and he panicked, but Flix held firm.
“Sweet dreams, Ani,” he whispered.
Dreams?
So he wasn’t going to kill him?
How absolutely fucked up that even now, overpowered like this, about to be knocked unconscious…Aneski felt a trickle of relief.
There was only one reason a man like Flix would allow him to walk away from this with his life.
A part of him had to be stuck in the past, like he was.
A part of him, even a minuscule part, had to care.
He clenched around that intruding cock and then passed out with the sound of Flix’s moan in his ears.
Chapter 6:
Flix stared down at the unconscious and naked form at his feet for a moment before bending to tear the stupid plastic mask off of Ani’s face. He tossed it over his shoulder and removed the one he was still wearing with a sigh.
Aneski Kendricks.
“Total pain in my ass,” he muttered, then cocked his head. “Literally now.”
It’d been a long time since the two of them had been alone and on good terms, but not that long since Flix had spotted him in the city.
And on the Guest campus.
And walking into his house, a different home from the one he’d shared with his shithead brother Russ.
“Fucking Russ.” Flix stood with a growl and ran his long fingers through his damp hair, finally taking in the three cameras all aimed his way. That wouldn’t do. Not because he hated the idea of there being a sex tape of the two of them out there, but because they’d both said too much. As appealing as having a bunch of strangers get off to him pounding the Tiny Terror was, Flix couldn’t risk exposing his identity.
He’d have to destroy the footage.
Better yet, burning this whole place to the ground would be better. Less of a risk of anyone being able to link him to this location. There was no telling how many DNA samples he’d left behind in the time he’d been kept here.
And it was here. He could tell by the smell that it was the exact same location he’d been held in all these weeks, even if it was a different room. This area had been painted a stark white, with an added sunroof situated directly over the couch to provide natural lighting during day shoots.
It was already early evening now, so the light was beginning to fade, casting a golden glow on top of everything.
Including the man at Flix’s feet, where he’d dropped him on the cold, hard floor as soon as he’d finished.
“What am I going to do with you?” He already knew the logical answer. Aneski had somehow gotten it into his head that Flix was responsible for Russ’s death, and he’d already proven he was willing to take insane risks to teach him a lesson.
Flix couldn’t let him live.
Something in his chest constricted and he scowled. Just because he secretly checked up on the younger man now and again didn’t have to mean shit in the grand scheme of things. He’d felt badly that the kid had been left alone, that was all.
