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“Well, do you want help?” I raise an eyebrow. Oakley may fight me, but he’s sealing his fate with that…presence.

There’s a spark of anger burning hot in his gaze, but I just hold it, unscrewing the liquor without looking and tossing the cap. Taking a long, deep drink, I don’t break eye contact. A multitude of emotions flash through Oakley’s eyes, and for a second, I’m hit with his arresting anger. He feels so much with such abandon. Doesn’t he know it’s not safe? That people like me will take advantage of him?

But as soon as he starts dropping down, I don’t care. Oakley is mine. Shooting my hand down, I grip his hair, fingers tight against his scalp. Oakley lets out a surprised hiss, and I grin. “You’re such a good boy for me, mousey.”

“Ky—”

I yank, cutting him off, and groan. Oakley’s hands are on my thighs, and then he jerks them away, like he just realized he was still touching me.

Grinning, I keep one hand in his hair and bring the other to my zipper. Oakley stiffens, but doesn’t pull against my grip. Because of course he doesn’t. He wants everything I have to offer.

That pleasant numbness surrounds me, only now it’s electrified.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Day 5

Kyan’s hand is in my hair, and he’s pulling me up toward him, a triumphant look on his face, like a cat that caught a mouse. Prickles of pain erupt along my scalp, and I obey, standing. My heart is racing so fast I can barely catch a breath. I came here to get help, and I can’t believe how quickly that’s turned into…whatever this is.

But coming to Kyan is the best that I can do. When I came back to the room and Holli wasn’t there, I lost it. I’ve been searching everywhere, but I can’t find her, and I don’t know if she’s hiding or if someone took her. Everyone is gone hunting for the day, or they’re in their rooms. In my panic, I considered pounding on every door, but before I did, I realized that would put her in more danger. It might motivate them to kill her faster or alert people who didn’t realize she was here and put her on their radar. I’ve been sick since I found out.

I’m staring up into Kyan’s dark eyes, their depths unreadable. I’m trying to plead with him to get him to understand. He’s watching me closely, like a cat watching a mouse. Like I’m the only person in the world.

Kyan pulls me closer so my breath brushes his lips. We’re so close that if I move, I’ll kiss him. My skin is hot, and I can’t breathe; my whole body is on fire. I remember how electric it was when Kyan kissed me before. How good his lips felt on my…

Kyan’s hand brushes along my waist, and I suck in a breath. Is he going to…touch me again?

It shouldn’t, but it sends a thrill of forbidden pleasure down my spine and goosebumps erupt on my arms. Is he going to touch me as payment for his help?

My racing thoughts are cut off when Kyan’s fingers flip the button of my jeans. Suddenly, I’m full of adrenaline.

“Easy.” Kyan’s voice is low and gritty.

“What are you⁠—”

Kyan’s lips smash down on mine, and then I’m smothered in him. He presses into me, demanding, controlling, trying to suck the air out of my lungs. Then he unzips my pants and pulls my dick out, and I can’t breathe. My lungs are a sponge that has been compressed by the pressure of Kyan’s presence.

His hot hand is on my cock, stroking. It seems all the blood from my lungs has gone to my dick, because I’m hard and pounding in his grip.

“Such a good boy.” Kyan’s hand disappears, and he starts nipping at my lip, sending short bursts of pain that go to my head. Then, he’s back again, and there’s something hot pressing into me. The grip on my hair loosens, and I look down.

Kyan’s dick is pressed against mine, large and throbbing, minute movements sending jolts of electricity through me. For a second, I’m stuck there, frozen, every nerve ending on fire. His dick is touching mine. His huge, dare I say pretty dick, with its veiny surface and soft tip. Then his hand is gripping me, pulling me closer, then gripping our dicks together, stroking them both at the same time.

“You look so pretty against my dick like that.”

Pleasure races through me and tingles up my spine. It feels forbidden. I shouldn’t be liking this. Shouldn’t be doing this.

Kyan spits, the hot lube landing on my tip and dripping down until his hand comes up and sweeps over the tip. I shudder, bending over, and then he’s doing short movements running over both our tips. The pressure of his dick against mine squeezes something deep in my balls.

“Kyan, I…”

“Shhhh, I know.” His face is by my ear, his breath brushing against my earlobe.

His touch sends shivers of pleasure up my spine, and I think I must groan, because Kyan huffs out a laugh. “Poor baby, you just want to feel good, don’t you? I can make you feel good.”

I want to fight him, but deep down I don’t. My dick pulses, and Kyan doesn’t miss it, repeating the motion he was just doing. I feel his dick swell against mine. He likes this too. He likes this so much he’s swelling against me.

A wave of uncontrollable pleasure washes over me, erasing all the thoughts in my mind until all I can think about is Kyan’s body pressed against mine and the way he’s into it. Into me.