Chapter 14
-Dylan Drake-
None of it should theoretically be a problem.
All I have to do is locate Kira. Not difficult, even in this crowd, considering how stunning she is.
And then convince her to come with me to a quiet corner to talk.
Again, it’s pretty obvious she has plenty to say to me, so that should be straightforward too.
I’m a couple of feet away from the booth, scanning the crowd when someone shunts into me from the side, propelling me into the nearby wall.
Pain explodes through my shoulder, and forces a grunt from my throat.
“Watch it!” I bleat, expecting an apology, only for a hand to clap against my butt.
I twist to face my assailant, planting my rear against the brickwork as I turn, however, the distinctive mix of musk and geranium alerts me to who it is even before I see Adam’s face looming inches from mine.
“You’re a slippery son of a bitch, but I’ve caught you.”
The way he says that implies we’re playing an elaborate game of cat and mouse with rules we both signed up to. The only thing I ever signed up to do with Adam Bask was the Feinstein unconscious; maybe, bound. Surely someone saw something. She’s part of the security detail. I’m sure they check in and check up on one another.
“Mate, you can quit acting.” He’s in my face, nuzzling against my hair. Although I don’t recall him grabbing hold of my wrists, he has both pinned behind me. “I know she’s just part of your kinky little set-up.”
I’m seriously lost. Whatever it is Adam thinks is going on, isn’t. Unfortunately, wriggling to free myself fails to achieve the desired response, though Adam sure as hell gets smiley at the bodily contact involved.
“God, I can’t wait to do you. Okay, let’s go.”
How the hell is he this strong? He flips me around like I’m a kid not a grown man, and with my hands clasped behind me in the small of my back propels me through a door at the back of the club into what is clearly a staff only area.
We stumble into a small antechamber that leads onto a stairwell.
The area is lit by one dim security light over what I presume is a store cupboard, since it’s under the slope of the stairs, but turns out to be the staff loo.
Adam shoves me inside and slides the bolt behind us.
As soon as he releases me, I turn on him. My wrists ache from his previously overzealous grip. “What the fuck are you playing at? And what have you done to Kira?”
He comes to me with his arms outstretched. “We’re alone now. You can stop pretending like she means anything to you.”
Despite my attempt to bat him away, his hands close on either side of my head, and he presses a kiss to my lips.
“Get off. I’m not pretending anything. I don’t know what the hell is going on.”
Adam shakes his head. “Games with you. It’s always ruddy games. Don’t you ever get tired of them? I’m tired of them. I’m tired of the subterfuge and the acting. It’s time for the action.”
His mouth on me again is not what I want.
I struggle to be free of the kiss, while simultaneously acknowledging the irony.
Not so long ago I was forcing myself on Ronnie like this, now my role in this scenario is flipped.
I can’t claim to be enjoying it much. Not that I was exactly into it the first time around.
The same can’t be said of Adam. The man is all arms and extra limbs, and since when did he possess the strength of a herd of rhinos?
“Will you stop that? Look, Adam, I don’t know what you think is going to happen here, but whatever it is, you’ve got the wrong end of the stick.”
“Is that right?” He shoves me backwards with enough force that I wind up sitting on the toilet seat, whereupon he occupies the space between my splayed legs. He leers over me and grips the front of my shirt, tugs so that I’m lifted off the seat towards him.
Strength like that only comes from one source. Dumb butt has swallowed drugs of some sort. That also explains why he doesn’t seem to register the fact I’m kicking his shins.
“Adam. Stop. Seriously. I mean, I’m flattered that you’re interested, but the thing is, I’m really not.”
“You said you’d say that.”
“I what? When?” That is not a conversation we’ve ever had. Something is screwy here, beyond the obvious fact that I’m being roughly manhandled by a guy intent on shoving his cock into me.
“I don’t do penetration. Not with me on the receiving end.”
“You said you’d say that too.”
“Whaaat!” I’d seriously remember having a conversation like that.
It’s not like I advertise my preferences.
Only someone who’d suggested it and whom I’d rebuked would know, and things didn’t pan out that way between us in Tahiti.
Whit was all for being in the middle, and Adam more or less volunteered to bottom.
Adam coming anywhere near my arse was never even mentioned as a possibility.
Right now, it’s bad enough having him between my legs and in my face.
There’s not space to take a decent swing at him, and I’m honestly not sure he’d notice even if I hit him square in the face. Besides, putting up a fight is just as likely to turn him on. I know how this works. I’m not na?ve to the ways of the world.
“Adam, there are several hundred people right out there in the club. Are you sure you want to do this? Don’t you think someone might have noticed you forcing me back here?”
“Everyone knows you screw at parties, Dylan.”
“I’m not consenting to this.”
“Of course not.”
The rising panic itching away inside of me becomes increasingly manic. Why isn’t he hearing me?
“I mean, I’m really not. We’re not having sex of any sort.”
“I get it, okay. I got all your messages. I know how you want to play this. It’s all right, Dylan. I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for.”
What I need is for him to get off me, so I can get out of this place and find out what the heck he’s done to Kira. She’d better be fine, or I’m going to smash his pretty nose to pieces.
Somehow as we tussle, we end up on the floor, Adam over me, and around me, breath in my face, and his hands everywhere. How can he manage to be holding me down, and still have a hand free to palm my tackle?
Shock locks up my limbs, and a despairing groan wheedles its way from my lungs and crawls up my throat, as his palm encompasses my cock. I hate that noise and everything it’s ever represented. I hate that being pinned instinctively makes my body ache in anticipation.
“Yeah.” His breath is burning. “See, there’s no denying how much you want it. Just look at how crazy stiff you are. Dylan Drake’s going to see his rattlesnake quake.”
Holy shit! It’s such an odd, stupid little rhyme, so as to be memorable.
It’s him! Adam’s the one behind all the shit that’s been going down? Those stupid words were part of the very first godawful note I received. I’m so stunned by the confirmation of the connection that I momentarily freeze, thus allowing him the chance to unzip my fly and drag my trousers half off.
His hand wraps around my length.
“So fucking hard. I like that.”
You like it. You want it. Don’t you boy?
“Don’t do this.”
“Don’t you pretend you don’t want it. I know the truth. I know all about you, you filthy faggot. Do you think I do this for the fun of it? Do you think I enjoy soiling myself with you? Someone has to do it. Someone has to lead you to the right path. That’s why I do this Dylan, to set you straight.”
Like my jerk of a stepfather was ever going to stop, even if I hadn’t come every bloody time he ground his dick into my arse.
He enjoyed kicking the shit out of me only marginally less than he enjoyed screwing me.
The man was completely bent and homophobic to the core.
His demons were eating him, so he made like they were mine and he was doing the Lord’s justice curing me of my unnaturalness.
But just because I got hard every time he raped me doesn’t mean I liked what he did. Nor does it mean I care for or am going to quietly accept what Adam’s attempting either.
“You do this and I will destroy you. It’ll be like you never even had a career. I swear the moment you are off me I will go out there and tell every person at that party what you’ve just done.”
“What?”
Finally, maybe I’m getting through.
“You’re making a mistake, Adam, a serious fucking mistake. Do you think anyone is ever going to employ you after I tell them you assaulted me?”
“You asked for this. This was your idea,” he spits, every bit as pissed off as I am.
“What, I begged you to drag me into a staff toilet and rape me? Does that sound very likely?”
“It’s not my fantasy. You’re the one who constructed it.”
“Except I didn’t. Adam, I don’t know what you think has been arranged, but it’s not real. I don’t want any of this. Any of it…”
His hot breath continues to puff against the back of my neck.
He’s high, and I really don’t know how much of what I’m saying is making an impression.
A little, perhaps. Hopefully enough to sow serious doubts.
There are so many things about this that don’t make sense, but the time to unravel them is later.
Right now, I just need to get him to stop. “Adam, stop!”
“If you don’t want this, and didn’t organise it, why are you humping my hand?”
“I’m not.”
“You’re majorly hard for me.”