Page 31 of His Incubus Husband

Slowly, Oswald closed the laptop.

He glanced at the motionless omega staring up at him with innocent eyes.

Anger bubbled in his veins, together with immense lust and, yes, stunned gratitude.

“Why did you do that?” he ground out.

“You’ve been worried. I took your worry away.”

Oswald shook his head. The creature was unbelievable.

“All this time, while you pretended to care only about my dick in your mouth, you’ve been listening, haven’t you?”

“Not intentionally. I do mostly only care about your dick in my mouth. In my hole. Up my womb.” The boy smiled beatifically. “But I’ve heard you on the phone, in your meetings, and I’ve…researched some things when we’ve been apart. I wanted to help.”

“So you set up a trap for two of my greatest enemies. People who could easily get you killed.”

Valentino took Oswald’s hand in both of his and gently pressed his perfect lips to every fingertip, one by one. Lastly, he kissed the center of Oswald’s palm.

“I can’t be killed, Sir Oswald.” His sweet smile had an edge of sadness. “It’s easy for me to help you. I’ll do it again if you want me to.”

“What? You’d climb into the President’s window next?”

He was so pretty and sweet, his skin flawless, his cheeks soft pink, plush lips beautifully curved. He looked like an angel.

“The President is very old,” Valentino murmured. “Any morning, he could be found in his bed, with his pajama pants around his knees and his dick out. They’d say it was a heart attack.”

The angel casually spoke about how he’d kill for Oswald.

Christ!

And it was…tempting.

Oswald shook his head. “You will never do anything like this again. Understand?”

Those stunning eyes grew round with fear. “Are you angry with me?”

“Yes. I didn’t like seeing you with them.”

“But it will help you? Having the video?”

Oswald squeezed his eyes shut for a heartbeat and exhaled through his nostrils. “Yes.”

“Then I can…”

“Hush, demon. You deserve to be punished.”

Valentino blushed, his teeth nibbling on his lower lip. “I do. I’ve been very bad, Sir Oswald.”

“Did you make yourself virginal for me?”

“Yes, Sir. All clean. There’s nothing left of anyone else inside me. I’m very tight and youthful. Do you want to see my hole?”

“Not yet.”

Oswald closed his laptop and set it on the coffee table. Then something occurred to him. Anyone else.

“How many men have you had since last Sunday?” he asked in a cold tone. Like it didn’t matter to him. It shouldn’t.