Vile Heart (Vicious Valentine)

Chapter 4

4

C amren made his way back through the foyer. One glance at the empty railing confirmed his suspicions—despite their complaints, all his friends were gone, in search of their prey. The thought made him horny.

Davian’s wide stare. Those big, blue eyes. Full lips. Blond, shiny hair. His determination to fucking say ‘no’ to Camren.

How dare he. He was Camren’s. Camren’s best friend, the one he’d discovered everything in life with before the other Black Harts had made their wicked appearance. One by one they had corrupted his darkened soul a little further.

Maybe he was in need of redemption.

Being privileged was awesome, but it didn’t always make things easier. He and his brother had always gotten what they wanted. They were close with their parents, and aside from the recent political unrest his father had through his work, they’d never had to worry a single day in his life.

For Davian, things had always been different. His angel of a friend had grown up in a working-class family who struggled to keep their utility shop for as long as Camren had known. His meeting Davian when they were toddlers had been a stroke of luck, a birthday party of someone both their parents happened to know. It had led to so many playdates. Playdates had become hang-outs in the park, nights out, and when Davian turned out to be an ambitious student, Camren’s parents had opted to pay his college fees.

And then, when they were freshmen, everything had collapsed.

The party was in full swing. White and red balloons had been put together in a large, glass cubicle, waiting to be released. Red hearts flashed everywhere. He wondered if Davian was close by, searching for him. Was he already on his way to their next meet-up like a good boy? The thought was maddening and made desire pool in his stomach. The way he’d refused him, stubborn and proud and so, fucking sexy.

Camren headed for the bar. As he waited for his drink, a large presence appeared next to him.

“I finished, Mister Ryka.”

“Andry.” Camren gestured to the barman. “Make it two.”

“Thank you, Mister Ryka.”

“Well, I figured we could use a few tonight.”

They drank in silence.

Then, as if a light was switched on, Camren caught sight of Davian. He stood on the dance floor, Galya’s arms wrapped around his slender frame. She was only a little smaller than he was, but Camren growled at the way she took possession of him. Davian let her, hips jerking uncomfortably as he moved to the rhythm.

“Shouldn’t he be somewhere else?” Andy deadpanned, taking a sip.

“Yeah, he should.” But fuck, if that defiance didn’t make him hard.

They watched the couple until the tune morphed into a sexy slow one that made Camren’s hand fist in his pocket.

Had Davian fucked her? Either way, she was going to pay for it. The dance floor turned into a wave of grinding hips that all blurred to the background as Camren stared at Davian, who tried to pull himself free from his girlfriend’s hold. She tilted her head back and laughed, tightening her grip around his hips possessively, grinding into him. “The bitch. He always was too gentle,” he growled.

“Perhaps we need to remind your man to go where he has been summoned.”

“Perhaps we should.” A plan formed in Camren’s devious mind. “Andry, I need you to go to the sports wing. I’ll be texting you the details in a minute, but in the meantime, make sure to keep everyone out there.”

“Of course.” The large man finished his drink and planted the glass back on the bar. They watched as two more of her friends joined in, and then the little group swayed to the beat, leaving Davian dancing by himself.

“Enough.” Camren marched onto the dance floor, ignoring how tens of red hearts fluttered as they watched him pass. His arm snaked around Davian's waist, who stood with his back to him, and he pressed their bodies close.

Davian jerked in surprise, and Camren tightened his hold as he rocked their hips together. Spreading his fingers, he let them rest on Davian’s lower stomach, teasingly close.

The girls gasped. Galya glared at him, and he smirked back and pressed his mouth against Davian’s soft hair, inhaling greedily. Fuck yeah, this was his.

“Cam,” Davian struggled to free himself.

“Ssshh,” Camren’s lips slid to Davian’s ear. “You don’t want to make a scene, now do you? Because I can promise you, if you want one, I can give it to you.”

Using his hand to keep them close, he led Davian’s rigid body to loosen up and move to the rhythm of the music. Slow circles drawn by their hips, Camren’s mouth hot on Davian’s temple. That scorching, flushed skin his lips caressed drew to him like candy.

Slowly, Davian’s movements started to match his, and Camren could use his fingers to discover other parts of the guy who used to be his best friend. The curve of his waist was strange, yet familiar, and his fingertips easily found their way under the white shirt Davian wore under the crimson red blazer. Here too, his skin felt hot.

“Stop.” Davian’s breath was ragged, his tone void of its earlier sharpness. The tender flesh of his throat pulsed when Camren pressed his lips against it, inhaling his woodsy scent.

“No,” he growled, then dug his nails into the skin of Davian’s stomach.

Davian jerked back against his chest, ass cheeks offering the perfect place for Camren’s dick to rub against. Davian’s confusion created licks of fire in his groin, making him hard as fuck.

“People are watching.”

“Of course they are. So, your girlfriend…” Camren pressed his lips against Davian’s temple, not enough for it to be a kiss but enough for it to stake a claim. Despite Davian’s protests. “Does she know about your current situation?” Suddenly he spun Davian around until they were facing each other, hands slotting around the other man’s waist and pressing their groins together.

Fuckkk …Camren inwardly groaned. Davian was hard too.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m glad you didn’t tell her.” Camren brushed a blond strand out of Davian’s face, making the other man flinch. “That it’s just me you’ve reached out to. Really, fucking glad. You knew I’d come, didn’t you?”

“Cam…” Davian looked away.

“Yes, baby?” Camren crooned, making their cocks throb against each other. “Tell me, that was your intention of coming out here tonight, wasn’t it? Tell me what happened.”

“Fuck you,” Davian growled.

Camren’s hand slid down over the curve of Davian’s abs, rounding the shape of his hips until he reached back to his ass. He squeezed, making Davian hiss and his cock jolt. “We haven’t quite gotten to that part yet.” He smiled sweetly. “But if you want, I can show you what’s on the menu for tonight?”

“No!” This time Davian managed to push him away, teeth bared and blue eyes wide with anger and fear. That same fear that had ruined everything for them, and Camren would be damned if it would ruin their future. Yanking on Davian’s hand, he pulled him in, his lips nipping at Davian’s hot ear shell.

“Remember, you don’t want to make a scene. Now, be a good boy and head to my favorite place. If you’re not there in five minutes, I’ll hunt you down and bring you there myself.” He jutted his chin toward the gaping crowd. “And I’ll let them all watch. Every. Single. One of them.”

Davian’s cheeks blushed and his eyes spat fire. But his lips…those kissable lips…they trembled. “You wouldn’t.”

“Perhaps,” Camren grinned, clenching a hand around Davian’s cheeks and pressing tight. “But are you willing to take the risk?”

Davian glared back at him, then shrugged himself free and disappeared into the darkness.

Camren watched him leave. Soon…He dragged his gaze away. ”Galya.”

The ginger-haired girl gave him a reluctant nod.

He crooked a finger. “Come with me.”

The crowd parted like they were afraid to get in the way.

As they made their way to the sports wing, Camren read out loud from his multi-slate, “Galya Haerlo. Twenty years old, a mediocre student on a scholarship, resides in one of the student accommodations here on campus. No criminal record—” He squeezed her hand, “Yet.”

She gasped but didn’t reply. Clever girl.

“Tell me again, do you love him?”

Galaya tried shaking her hand free, but Camren’s hold was too firm. “I’ve told you already, that’s none of your business.”

He pushed her against the wall, smiling when he caught the fear in her wide eyes. “You see, there’s the problem. That is my business. Anything that involves him , is my business.”

She tried to shove him away. “You arrogant pig. You think that I’m afraid of you?”

“You’re either very brave or very stupid.” He cocked his head as she finally relented, shoulders slumping. “That’s it, brave girl. Some people, you can’t beat. I’m one of those people. Now, since we don’t want you to get into any problems with law enforcement, just do what I say. It’s simple, short, and you can return to the party. Alone . Because you and him are over, understand?”

“If he wants to, then yeah. But I won’t let you force yourself on him.”

Ignoring her blabbering, Camren checked for the remaining background information Andry sent. “Ouch, your file might be clear, but your brother…”

“Don’t.” Galaya crumbled. Finally. Still, she tipped up her chin. “But promise me you won’t hurt him.”

“Has he ever fucked you?”

Slowly she shook her head. “It wasn’t like that between us. I wanted to, but—he’s not into me in that way. I’d like to remain friends with him though.”

Camren took her in with flared nostrils. That news had made him fucking happy. Although now he wondered if Davian was still a virgin. Good Light, he didn’t know what to do with a virgin. He’d probably break him in two.

Galaya shook her head, reading his expression. “He’s had some experience in bed. A little,” she chuckled. Still, a little was better than nothing.

“Alright.” Suddenly tired of the conversation, Camren dragged her toward the end of the hall. “Yes to staying friends. If you don’t fuck this one thing up…”