“I do not get off on humiliation,” Zane growled, only for the other man to snort.
“If that were true, you never would have allowed that thing with Lyra to go on for as long as it has.” His mood darkened, like a switch had been flicked. Somehow, the change managed to suck all of the warmth from the room despite the fireplace still roaring behind Zane.
The danger was palpable, so much so, he found himself setting his pride aside yet again, opting for survival over anything else. Zane held up both hands. “Pavel—”
The other man practically dove forward, grin widening when Zane yelped and tried to evade. He wasn’t nearly fast enough, and Pavel took him down, his chin whacking against the warped floorboards hard enough he saw stars.
The world momentarily winked in and out and he groaned, inhaling bits of dirt from the debris pile he was now sprawled on top of. He coughed, the hacking motions only making the spinning worse as he desperately tried to regain control of his senses.
By the time he was able to, Pavel had already successfully stripped him of all of his clothes. His eyes focused on his shoes, tossed carelessly across the room where they hit the wall and clattered into a pile of leaves.
Those shoes cost a fortune.
“Don’t pout,” Pavel’s fingers brushed through Zane’s hair before tugging, “I’ll buy you a new pair. A better one.” His other hand slipped between Zane’s ass cheeks, tracing his crack to either tease him or prove a point.
“Get off of me,” Zane growled, bucking in an attempt to free himself. Pavel was draped over him, pinning him to the dirty ground, keeping him at his mercy. In response to his demand, he felt a poke at his entrance and had just enough time to suck in a breath before a finger drove its way past his defenses. “Fuck!”
“Good boys get it soft and sweet.” Pavel kissed the back of his shoulder, the hand in his hair forcing his head back down until his cheek was smushed against soggy pages and dead leaves. “I think you’d agree you haven’t been very good for me tonight, wouldn’t you?”
“This is ra—”
He hushed him. “Let’s not say ugly words out loud. Some things, no matter how true, should be left unspoken.”
“You’re insane.” Zane clenched around the finger that pushed deeper into him at his remark.
“You’re so tight.” Pavel added a second finger that had Zane crying out. “You haven’t been filled up in months, have you, gorgeous? Been waiting for me to come claim you since youended things with Kazimir. Maybe you should be rewarded after all.”
Zane tried shaking his head but only managed a bit of movement in the other man’s tight grip.
“No?” Pavel’s tone gave away what direction he was going to go in before he could finish. “You don’t want a reward?” He chuckled, kissing the back of Zane’s shoulder a second time before he pressed his teeth to the same spot. “Punishment it is.”
Zane swore when a third finger entered him and Pavel scissored them, stretching him too quickly for his body to comfortably adjust to the intrusion. It didn’t feel like he was going to tear, per se, but there was pain mixed in with the pleasure, and he grit his teeth against both. He refused to play along with this. Refused to give the sick man currently violating him any sort of satisfaction by—
“Don’t try so hard,” Pavel said into the curve of his ear. “You’re only hurting yourself. Surely you know you’re hard for me again, don’t you, gorgeous?”
He made a sound of distress before he could help it. Because he was hard. His dick had lengthened beneath him, caught between his stomach and the filthy floorboards. It felt like his body was betraying him. It shouldn’t be possible for him to be turned on while he was being finger fucked on the gritty ground by a man he had absolutely no interest in.
None.
Even if he had magic hands and an ethereal look about him that was kind of ho—
No.
No.
Pavel shifted, his hand moving to Zane’s nape to ensure he couldn’t get up as he moved into a kneeling position at his side. His other hand twisted, fingers poking and prodding at hisinsides, flicking against Zane’s prostate until there were tears leaking from his eyes and his breathing was uneven and wheezy.
“Look how you’re opening up for me,” Pavel sounded enthralled. He spread his fingers, stretching Zane’s hole as wide as he could, and leaned over to take a closer look, moaning at what he saw. “You’re going to take my cock so good, gorgeous. Going to squeeze around me as I fuck you.”
“Don’t,” he barely recognized his own voice, closing his eyes. This was humiliating. He held a higher position on the planet, was coveted by hundreds at Vail University, and yet here he was.
Being taken in the dirt like a lowlife.
Like he was powerless.
Even Kazimir had had the good sense to rape him in a classroom, somewhere clean and discreet. And if Zane had appreciated that fact, had touched himself later that night to thoughts of being forced and how much he’d ended up enjoying it? Well, that didn’t matter here.
His preferences, no matter how twisted, didn’t matter, because there was no version of him that would ever choose to be fucked in a filthy place like this amidst rot and mold.
