Flix.
It was Flix’s voice.
What the—
The hand tightened on his skull when he tried to wiggle his hips a second time, but it wasn’t necessary.
Like being doused in ice water, Aneski finally realized where he was.
In Flix’s lap, with his head resting on his shoulder and his arms at his sides.
Impaled by that massive cock he used to be so fixated on.
Judging by the way his muscles ached, he’d guess he’d been in that position for a while, speared by Flix’s dick, draped over him like some sick trophy. Their chests were pressed together, meaning he was facing in the opposite direction, his vision finally focusing and taking in a packed bookshelf. This was a room he hadn’t seen earlier.
He must be in a different part of the house.
“Um, that’s really not necessary,” a female voice said, making Ani freeze all over again. It was also familiar…Why…
“Of course it is, Samara,” Flix replied, with the added audacity of patting Aneski’s head. “I never would have found this one without your help. He’s a handful. But then, you already knew that.” He laughed like they were sharing a friendly joke.
Ani wondered if he was the only one who noted how fake it came off.
Samara? Why was Flix talking to her?
“Oh, no,” she immediately denied it. “No, we don’t know each other that well.”
“Really? It sounded like you were close when we spoke at Guest…?”
They’d talked at Guest?
“Not at all!” she insisted. “For example, I never even knew he had a tattoo on his neck.”
Who had a tattoo where?
Were they not talking about him?
“Do you like it?” Flix brushed the hairs on the base of Ani’s skull up, exposing his nape. “I did it myself.”
He did what himself?
Hold on.
Did she…like it?
“Is that a lightning bolt?” she tentatively asked.
“It is,” Flix said proudly, smoothing Aneski’s hair back down.
“It looks great.”
Looks.
Looks…
Good Light. Were they on avideo call?!
Ani still couldn’t move much, but he managed to get control of his hands, turning them to grab onto Flix’s side.
