Vile Heart (Vicious Valentine)

Chapter 6

6

D avian fled. Out of the studio and through the corridors. He was panting, his mind swimming, his body struggling to comprehend what the fuck had just happened.

Finally, he made it back to the foyer, where a few students peered at him in astonishment.

“You alright?” Someone asked.

“Yeah.” Davian brushed a shaking hand through his hair. “I’m good.” Sweat dripped down his temple and landed on his flushed skin. He was still breathing hard when he made his way to get a drink. A familiar man leaned against the bar, eyes already fixed on him. Davian shivered in recognition. It was the guy from before.

“A piece of advice?” Leaning in, the man murmured, “He won’t let you go. Never has. I’d just surrender. It’ll go faster.”

“What do you mean, lever let me go?” Davian flattened his lips as if to prevent the flutters in his stomach from flying away.

The other guy shook his head, chuckling. “I’m Andry, by the way. I work for the Ryka family. I’ve seen you around. Before . I’m sure I’ll see much more of you after tonight when he has you back in his clutches.”

“You’re wrong. I won’t be anyone’s property. I’ve worked my ass off to be where I am.”

Andry pressed his lips in sympathy. “Life’s unfair, isn’t it? Even your hard-working ass is controlled by the rich. If his parents decide tomorrow that they won’t pay your tuition fees anymore, your future is—” Andry clicked his fingers, “gone up in smoke.”

“I won’t have him control me,” Davian sneered into his glass.

“Now that’s just a paradox, isn’t it?”

Davian sighed. The constant internal battle was tiring. Even Andry knew what his game was. Clearly, he’d been more obvious than he’d thought. He thought of the dark judo room he’d fled just now. Of how his body had come alive, of how his mind had filled with flutters of hope and love and—he bit his lower lip at the memory—arousal. Good Light, he’d never been that hard before. “How much do you know?”

Andry shrugged. “Like I said, he’s never let you go. Though he wouldn’t come near you. That honor was all mine.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Your fall-out? It hurt him deeply. But that boy is tough as nails. Wanted me to follow your tracks and report back.”

“You’ve been following me?” The thought was terrifying. The idea that someone had witnessed from up close what he’d done, how he could have let those things happen to his family. And all that, because he’d?—

Davian’s shoulders slumped. He’d been a fucking fool.

“Yes. Though I didn’t tell him everything,” Andry said. “There was something about you that made me think of my younger self. Like you, I once had ambitions. Unlike you, mine were shattered even before I could graduate. You will be fine, Davian. Camren is—” Andry straightened his jacket and propped himself back up against the bar, increasing the distance between them as his gaze morphed into his usual professional stern. “Remember, he’ll come hunting you down. He won’t let you go.”

Davian didn’t have to be told twice. He pushed himself away and toward the dance floor. He had no idea where to go. Despite the size of the academy, many places were locked up tonight. Around him, people were dancing and drinking, ready to party until sunrise. They didn’t notice him staggering around, limbs rigid and mind caught in the memory that had haunted him for the past two years.

What are you doing?

As my best friend, you are my second half.

Cam…

Just relax, Davian, I want to make you feel good.

Cam…

Does that feel good, baby?

The DJ gave him a surprised glance when he staggered toward the mixing table. He hadn’t meant to end up there. “Songs can be requested via your multi-slate.”

“I—yes, thank you.” Davian jerked away and turned over his shoulders but couldn’t see Camren.

Does that feel good, baby?

“Go away,” he growled to the recollection.

Because yes. Yes, it had felt good. Sinfully good. It had felt so good that right there, on Cam’s king-size bed, surrounded by his games and snacks, entangled in those strong, warm arms, Davian would have happily lived for the rest of his life.

But that would have meant becoming fully dependent on the Ryka family. Becoming a slut for their money and for their son, while his own family suffered.

The utility shop had gone bankrupt. He had let that happen. After years of hard work, devotion, keeping ends met, of helping each other, he had made the utility shop go bankrupt. He was an awful person. He’d hurt the two people who’d always provided for him.

His multi-slate dinged with a message.

“Meet me at the bar.”

The hunt continued. This Praeda.

Davian’s chest clenched, and his teeth chattered when he slowly stepped back to where he’d stood with Andry just before. Giving in to desire was so hard. Davian’s mind ordered him to grab Jaro and go the fuck home. But that would be the cowardly decision, the decision he always took. This time…

This is what he’d hoped for, it was stupid to pretend. He’d hoped to attract Camren.

He’d wanted to be saved.

But this…accepting to become Cam’s willing prey was terrifying. He’d make him pay, of that Davian was sure. Just like he’d done before. Tying him up and feasting on Davian’s dick…the chill of anticipation that ran through his veins was a traitor.

However, when he got to the bar, there was no sign of Camren. The bouncer had left as well.

“There you go,” the barman slid two shots his way.

Davian frowned. “What’s that?”

“It’s jagx.”

“I didn’t order that.”

“You didn’t,” drawled a familiar voice. Camren pressed his chest against Davian’s back and planted his hands on the bar, caging him in. “But I did.”

Davian’s body went rigid, goosebumps coating his neck and arms and his dick thickening in his pants.

“I’m glad you came by yourself, baby.” Two fingers tucked under Davian’s chin and Camren tilted his head back until their cheeks touched. Davian grimaced at the sudden ache from being stretched. Camren’s hair tickled his temple when he leaned in and left a trail of kisses on his throat, making Davian groan and his cock throb. “I checked some things on my end,” Camren continued, “Mink’s utility shop went bankrupt after the accountant’s final checks. It appears that said accountant also found suspicious transfers.”

Davian gasped when teeth scraped his throat.

“Your parents could get arrested for that.”

“I know,” he stammered. “I’m?—”

“Don’t. It’s too late for apologies. It’s time to fix things. Open.”

Fingertips tugged on Davian’s lower lip and the cool glass was pressed against his mouth. His gaze got lost in those almond eyes, that endless darkness that looked straight through him.

“Drink.”

The alcohol burned his throat, his swallow was traced by fingertips. Davian’s glass was snatched away from him and before he could object, he was spun around, his back pressed against the bar and locked in Camren’s grip.

“The shop,” Camren barked. “What is it that you want?”

Davian licked the lingering scent of anise from his lips. “My parents are unhappy. They don't know what I’ve done. They—” He cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders. “I want the shop to reopen.”

“That’s it?”

‘I—yeah.”

“So why let it go bankrupt in the first place?”

Davian’s cheeks heated. That was a low blow, and Camren knew it too.

“Hmm?”

“It wasn’t working,” Davian began, “we ended up in red each month. We couldn’t compete with those large corporations.”

“Then why have it reopened? If it’s not self-sustainable.”

Davian licked his lips, his heart hammering in his chest. “I have some plans. If you want, I can show them to you? I’d be looking for investors.”

“Investors, huh?” Camren’s eyes roamed over his face as if to check if Davian spoke the truth. “Very well. I will invest. Whatever it is you need. As for your payment…” He pressed a chaste kiss on Davian’s mouth, then pushed him to his knees.

Davian sputtered when he hit the ground with a thud, and he looked up, eyes wide in surprise. “You’re not going to ask me to—” His panicked gaze darted around. “Everyone can see.”

“Hmm, that’s right.” Camren brushed a few blond hairs from Davian’s face. His smile was dangerous. “If I let them, that is.” He popped open the button on his pants and rolled down the zipper. Fishing out his flushed, hard cock, Camren brought it Davian’s mouth, swiping the wet head over his lips. “Come on, baby. Suck it good for me.”

Davian’s face flamed with embarrassment. He should get the hell out of here, he should?—

Camren clicked his tongue. “It’s too late for any of that and you know it. You wanted to be saved by me, so here I am. Feeling fucking elated to have you this close. Saving you in my own way. Meaning, I’ll have all of you, starting with you on your knees, for me.” He looked away, but pressed his cockhead firmly against Davian’s lips, making them part for him. “Ah, Andry, just the guy I was looking for.”

Davian inhaled deeply, battling emotions of shame and desire when he inhaled that foreign musk scent. It made his mouth water and his cock to throb painfully in his pants, despite the earlier orgasm. Slowly, he gave in, allowing that velvety, hard flesh to penetrate his mouth. It felt incredible. Fingers trailed his flushed cheek and temple, wiping away the sweat that lingered. Davian raveled in the praise, inhaling deeply and letting him be carried away in the moment. He heard Camren talk, the sound of his self-assured, warm timbre as he conversed casually with Andry.

Davian’s lips were entirely stretched as Camren’s cock nestled inside the tight heat, and spit dribbled past his chin when his head started bobbing.

He wanted to please Cam, wanted him to be proud of him. The realization struck through him like a shuttle. Even when they were younger, he’d always wanted to impress his super cool, super rich, best friend.

Davian sucked harder, and when he heard Camren grunt, his insides glowed with delight. Feelings of doubt swirled through his mind, but they couldn’t stop the way his insides curled with pleasure when Camren’s hand landed on his head. The touch was soft, yet firm, his intentions clear. Davian’s head was yanked back and he whined when that thick cock slipped out of his mouth. He wanted more. He wanted… Swearing, he tried to compose himself. Suddenly he was pulled up to his feet and spun around, his back pressed against Camren’s chest. Fingers opened his pants and rolled his pants down over the curve of his ass, exposing his naked flesh.

“Use your hand to keep them above your knees,” Camren growled.

Before Davian could protest, wet fingers probed at his entrance. They slid down his rim and circled his hole, teasing their way until Davian had to stifle a groan.

“Have you ever been fucked here?” Camren murmured against his ear.

“I’ve used toys,” Davian admitted, ears flushing with shame.

“Dildos?”

“Yes.”

“Good. That doesn’t compare to a real cock, but at least you’ve been stretched before. Now, listen to me.” Those fingers took their sweet time playing Davian’s rim and cheeks, while he hung forward, pants in hand, leaning against the bar, unable to keep the moans from spilling. “Mink’s shop has been saved. They received a financial injection from the Ryka family.” Camren’s wet finger dipped inside Davian’s hole and Davian wriggled, panting as he tried to get accustomed to the intrusion. “Your payment was a great start. Loved having you on your knees,” Camren hummed. “Yes, I could get used to this. Waking up every fucking morning with your mouth on my cock, drinking me down.” He pressed in another finger and thrust them inside Davian’s ass, massaging his walls as he went deeper.

Davian groaned. “Everyone can see us.”

“Look around you. Nobody’s watching.”

He was right. Around them, everyone was staring up as the glass cubicle clicked open, releasing hundreds of red and white balloons that carried white notes filled with wishes.

“I wonder what your wish would be, baby?” Camren crooned.

You.

Davian shrugged, then gasped as the fingers were replaced by a throbbing, hot, cockhead.

They both stared as the fluttering balloons filled the air under a loud applause from every single partygoer. “I bet you wished for me to come and save your scattered life. I bet you wished for it when you tore everything to pieces, but you didn’t know how to ask for me.”

Davian lowered his head as he focused on Camren filling his hole, inch by excruciatingly slow inch. It felt full, and the more he thought of what he let Cam do to him, the more thoughts threatened to fill his mind and the more he tensed. The more it hurt.

Camren kissed his nape. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you. Relax for me now, it will make this so much better.”

“I’m scared.” The words poured out of his mouth and made Davian shudder.

“I know you are.” Teeth nipped at Davian’s throat, and his exhale echoed through his mind like a defeat. “You can let go now.”

“I didn’t want to say goodbye,” Davian admitted.

“I know. But you did.” Camren’s nips carried more teeth now, and he split tender flesh and swiped the blood away with his tongue, humming.

Davian’s cock swelled against the remainders of his clothes—of his dignity—and his hand. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. And I’ll forgive you, you know that. After I understand everything.”

Panic made Davian’s chest clasp tight. He should have known it wasn’t that easy, not with a Black Hart.

Placing his hand on the bar as if to physically steer himself, he grumbled, “What else do you want to know?”

“Well, you haven’t told me much, have you?” Camren slowly pulled out his dick, until his cockhead was the only part still buried in Davian’s ass. “Fucking perfect. Look at that, the way your hole flutters around me.” The unmistakable sound of a click had Davian jerk his head over his shoulder.

“Did you just take a picture?”

Camren grinned, but he carried that dangerous glint in his eyes Davian recognized. He was looking for trouble. “Do you have a problem with that?” Ignoring Davian’s glower, he focused on his ass, slowly pressing the rest of his dick back inside while he let out a long, satisfying moan.

Davian’s dick reacted with a hungry jolt, but his mind was spinning. “How dare you!” He spat. “How dare you use me like I’m some fucktoy.”

One almond eye slit open, followed by a lazy grin. “Fucktoy? You?” Camren laughed. “I was going to say, that’s ridiculous, but maybe…” His gaze dipped back to Davian’s ass, but before he could pull back again, Davian growled, “Leave it in.”

Camren’s eyebrows raised in question.

“I mean, you can leave it in, unless —” Good Light, he wasn’t sure where he wanted to go with his words, “you don’t want to.” He clapped his mouth shut.

Camren’s brows raised to his hairline. “You want me to keep on going?”

“I don’t want you to take any more photos.”

“But you want me to treat you as a fucktoy? Or as my boyfriend? I can assure you—” Camren leaned in and licked over Davian’s cheek, down to the corner of his lips. “I’d treat you like a prince.”

“I don’t want it,” Davian shrugged his face away.

Camren’s hand slid down to his lower spine. “Too bad you just signed your life away.”