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“What?” Dmitri shouted, shoving past Hayk and walking to me. “Why? What’s happened. We aren’t even allowed out?”
Dmitri was legitimately worried by the news…and surprised. More than I would have thought. But I had a feeling there was more to it than that. He was reacting like a trapped animal would, and it wasn’t an act, not like someone who was just trying to make it seem like he didn’t know what was going on when he actually did.
“Don’t you know?” Hayk asked, picking up where I’d left off while trying to think my way through the situation. “Another man was found dead in connection to the Hakobyan family. And since the rumors all over Good Port are that Olympus and Lefric were responsible for the first murder, I bet Olympus wants to keep this one a secret as long as possible.”
My heart beat faster for Hayk. Not only was his explanation plausible, the bold way he faced Dmitri as he explained made him more desirable than ever.
Dmitri glanced anxiously between the two of us. “How long will the estate be in lockdown? Is there any way to get out? Do you know?” He focused on Hayk. “You must know your way around Good Port if you’re its finest whore.”
“I would imagine they’ll keep us all locked up here until they find the murderer,” Hayk said, stepping closer and stroking his fingertips over Dmitri’s chest. “You wouldn’t happen to know who it is, would you?” He lifted his eyes, his gaze boring into Dmitri.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Hayk was all but accusing Dmitri outright. What good could that possibly do?
Dmitri jerked a hand to grab Hayk’s wrist. “You think I did it?” he growled.
Hayk winced. Dmitri’s grip must have been tight enough to hurt him. “Didn’t you?” he purred, his eyes lighting up as if he liked the pain. “Isn’t that what you do? Kill people? Keep secrets? Create mayhem?”
Dmitri broke into his toothy smile, sweeping a look over Hayk’s body in close proximity, like he wanted to do wicked things to him. “I like you,” he said, then licked his lips. “You’re daring. Stupid, but daring.”
I caught a flash of genuine anger in Hayk’s eyes at the insult, but he covered it with a salacious grin. “I’m not as stupid as a man who would wager his life on whether or not a king will believe he’s keeping vital secrets when he doesn’t actually know shit.”
My mouth fell open. I couldn’t believe the accusation. Maybe Hayk was stupid after all. Or else, he didn’t know what Dmitri was capable of.
Except Dmitri blinked. His expression remained as hard as iron, his jaw tight with fury, but he blinked.
Dmitri couldn’t be lying about all the things he knew. He couldn’t…could he? I’d been traveling with him for more than a month. No one in the forest questioned his strength or his power. No one questioned his superiority.
But maybe they should have.
“You are feisty, aren’t you,” Dmitri growled, stepping closer to Hayk—so close I thought they were going to kiss. “I’ll fuck that feistiness right out of you, boy, you’ll see.”
Dmitri grabbed a handful of Hayk’s hair and wrenched him so hard Hayk dropped to his knees. Hayk winced, either because of the impact of being forced to kneel or because Dmitri’s hand in his hair was so tight that his knuckles went white. With his free hand, Dmitri tugged at the drawstring of his trousers and freed his cock.
“Let’s see if you’re worth the pittance I’m sure Anton paid for you,” Dmitri hissed, forcing Hayk’s mouth open and shoving his cock in so hard and so deep that Hayk gagged.
I nearly gagged as well. My whole body twitched in sympathetic shock as Dmitri brutally fucked Hayk’s face. He’d done the same to me on the boat a few times, but it was ten times worse watching him do it to someone else, someone I liked.
I wanted to do something, to fight Dmitri and save Hayk. I was paralyzed with alarm, though, and after a few harrowing thrusts that had tears dripping from Hayk’s eyes and spit and bile leaking from the corners of his mouth, Hayk fought to get the upper hand.
He gripped Dmitri’s thighs, seemingly hard enough to leave bruises, and bore down hard on Dmitri’s cock, choking himself instead of being choked. I could tell Hayk had the upper hand, because his retching was more controlled. That and because Dmitri cried out like a feral…well, like a wolf, and tilted his head back.
Hayk pulled all the way back to breath for a moment. He glanced slyly up at Dmitri and panted, “I thought you’d like a little bit of teeth.”
“So you know how to play, then?” Dmitri gasped, fire in his eyes.
“I’ve been known to spice things up now and then,” Hayk panted, dragging his fingernails down Dmitri’s thighs to push his trousers below his knees, leaving long, red marks as he did.
He then drew Dmitri’s cock back into his mouth and jerked on it hard while Dmitri growled and thrust and fisted Hayk’s beautiful blond hair until I thought he was going to pull handfuls of it out.
I watched the whole thing with wide eyes, too shocked by the sensual brutality I was witnessing to close my mouth, feeling vaguely sick. I didn’t know whether to be appalled by what Hayk was doing or whether to be deeply, deeply impressed.
Dmitri was an ass, and that feeling was only confirmed as he struggled to get control back from Hayk by fucking his throat so deeply that Hayk couldn’t breathe. He pushed deep and held his cock there, then closed a hand tightly around Hayk’s throat. A vicious smile spread across his lips as Hayk’s face slowly turned purple.
They were playing a bizarre game of chicken with each other, and both were determined to win. I wanted to shout at them to stop, that Hayk couldn’t breathe and Dmitri was killing him. I wanted to shove Dmitri back and protect Hayk, to make sure he was alright. But the whole thing was happening so fast that I couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t do a damn thing about anything.
I had just about snapped myself out of my stupor when Dmitri pulled back, leaving Hayk to choke and sputter and heave for breath, and grasped his cock. He came with an animalistic growl, spurting cum all over Hayk’s face and in his open, panting mouth. As his orgasm wore itself out, he started to laugh and sneer at Hayk.
“Stupid whore,” he panted, then shoved Hayk away from him. “Only a disgusting little shit would willingly take that, and for money too.” He pulled up his trousers and tied them, then turned to the side, like he would walk away. When he noticed me gawping at him, he huffed a laugh and said, “You’re still better than this pathetic waste of a cock, though.”
