Chapter 11
Torren
My foot kicks open the door, and it clatters against the wall. Felix stands there, looking at me wide-eyed with a mix of fear and excitement on his face.
The bathroom lights catch the angles of his shoulders—they shouldn’t look so good in his idiotic Maggie’s Diner polo.
My eyes zero in on his throat as he swallows, then gaze on the pale skin of his collarbone that peeks out of his oversized shirt.
The walls of the bathroom disappear, and what emerges is the grey concrete blocks of the Kays’ cellar.
Blood flows like tears from Felix’s eyes, and the terrified shrieks of grown men pummel my ears.
I clench my eyes shut and force the images and sounds out of my mind. When I reopen them, Felix stands in the bathroom once more. He has no idea how dangerous this is for him.
Push him away.
I’ve done it before, and I can do it now.
I have to scare him away. I close the distance between us and speak with a calm, emotionless tone.
“Do you have any idea what I’ve done to people?
” He does nothing but stare as I trap him between my arms against the bathroom wall. “Do you know who I am?” I ask him.
His breathing accelerates, and he puffs his chest out, the opposite of what I expect him to do. Most people close in when I approach them like this, cowering and shielding their bodies as much as possible. Felix does the opposite; he’s opening himself up to me.
“I’m one half of the Kay Brothers, Felix. Maybe your daddy hasn’t told you, but we run the show around here. I could end you right here, and no one would stop me.” I lean closer, our foreheads nearly touching. “Do you know why?” I ask.
His breath shudders, and his head jerks ‘no.’ “Because they know what my brother and I can do to people. You don’t fuck with the Kay Brothers and live to see another day.”
His fear is beautiful, and that realization makes me sick.
He looks like a porcelain doll, his face frozen with terror, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes that doesn’t match the fear I’ve seen in others.
He’s not shuddering merely because he’s terrified.
There’s still excitement in his gaze, and it makes the monster I try to suppress snarl.
The ache to touch him literally hurts. He’s right here, wanting everything I have to dish out, and I can’t touch him. It’s torture.
Focus. Push him away. “Why are you doing this?” I finally ask. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if it’ll make you stop. Why are you doing this?”
He stutters but can’t form a coherent sentence. “Use your words, Felix.”
His eyes close, his breathing rapid now. “Because I want to taste you,” he whispers.
A huffed laugh escapes my mouth. That’s what this is all about. He wants my attention, and he’ll stop at nothing to get it. “What would you do if I let you taste me?”
The words leave my mouth without me even realizing it. Focus, Torren.
His breath hitches at the question. Felix looks up at me, then takes off his hat so I can see his eyes. They shimmer under the light. I fall into those beautiful green pools and, suddenly, I’m not me anymore. Someone else emerges—someone who wants to play.
“Anything,” he answers.
Anything. He’d let me do anything, he says. “That’s a bold statement,” I respond.
Felix inches forward, closing the distance between us.
I can feel myself swaying closer, desperately wanting to slant our lips together.
There’s still enough of me left to know better—to know there’s no coming back from that.
I slap the wall next to his head, then grab him by the throat, pinning him against it.
I didn’t mean to do it. I’m trying to stop myself from kissing him, but my hands find him instead. It’s a fucking curse.
He gasps, but then his eyes roll back. A whimper escapes his mouth, and I look down to see the tent at the crotch of his pants.
My brain snaps. A rush of heat washes over me, and the feel of his skin on my hands tips me over the edge. “Dirty little rich boy likes it when the bad boy treats him like trash, huh?” I hear the words leaving my mouth, but it’s like someone else is speaking them.
Felix’s eyes flutter open, and he looks into mine with a hooded gaze. “Yes. Treat me like the dirty little slut I am.”
“And what would daddy think of you being my little slut?” I ask.
“You’re my daddy now, so you tell me.”
I lean closer so that my lips are just out of reach. He cranes his neck to get a taste, but I don’t let him.
“You’d be so easy to ruin.”
“Please. Please. Do it,” he says in a strangled whisper.
I rub my thumb over his lower lip, feeling its soft, velvety texture. His entire essence radiates an intoxicating combination of fear and lust, and it makes me feel high.
“Please, let me taste you…”
My cock hardens, and I press it against him. The pull is intense. My lips itch to touch his, but I force myself to stop.
I pull his mouth open by the chin and spit. It lands on his tongue, and Felix moans in ecstasy.
It was a knee-jerk reaction, but now that it’s done, I can’t unsee it. Felix’s reaction was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I back away, rubbing my eyes to clear my head. I’m hot, and I want to grab him some more.
But I can’t.
“There. You tasted me. Now, get my fucking order right tomorrow!”
Felix blinks, trying to reorient himself. “Huh?”
I turn to leave, but Felix calls out, “Wait!”
My hand reaches for the door, but I stop and say over my shoulder. “This little game is over. That’s the closest you’re ever going to get to me, Felix. I hope you savored the moment.”
I exit the bathroom and holler, “Gabe. We’re leaving.”
I walk across the dining room, throw open the front entrance door, and step outside. The cool air bites my skin, and I welcome it.
Gabe was right. I can’t come here anymore.
I can’t fall into Felix’s trap. He’s the Prince of Belmont, and I’m the villain in this fairytale.
I can’t get close.
Felix
I stand in the bathroom with my hands covering my hard-on. If that had continued, I might have come in my pants. It was by far the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.
I’m obsessed. He’s the man of my dreams, and I need to make him mine.
But how?
He wants me; that much is clear. I could feel it in the way he denied me. Torren wants me like I want him, but he’s fighting against it.
Why? And why do I keep chasing him?
I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know is that I need him. Crave him.
I rush into the dining room and see that Torren has left. Gabe sits in his seat, waving the money they owe me.
I don’t even know what to think anymore. Part of me wants to run out of the diner and chase after Torren, but I know he’d push me away.
I have to figure this out.
I motion for Gabe to meet me at the register. Once he’s there, he looks over his shoulder. I can tell he’s looking at Torren, who’s sitting on his motorcycle, too busy securing his helmet to his head to pay attention to us.
I literally gasp.
“He’ll be at the Kitty Cat Club tonight.” I’ve never heard Gabe speak before. His voice is…haunting. But hot at the same time. It’s raspy from disuse and lower than I expected.
Wait.
He’s telling me where Torren will be tonight!
Oh my God, he’s an angel!
I’d kiss him, but Torren would probably choke him to death.
Or me.
Another thing that shouldn’t turn me on.
“Where’s that?” I ask.
He motions for me to hand him my pad and pencil and scribbles the address.
A pounding sound grabs my attention, and I turn to see Torren banging his hand against the window, screaming for Gabe to get outside and on his bike.
“He’s bossy, isn’t he?”
Gabriel rolls his eyes, then passes me the pad before leaving to join my dark knight. Torren tosses him a helmet, and they speed off.
My eyes trail down to the piece of paper with the address.
Looks like I’ll be taking my pussy to the Kitty Cat Club tonight.