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Yet.
It’s too dangerous for his business investments and political career aspirations. But when the right piece of ass comes along…
If Harris tires of him, he might pass Rian around for real one day, most likely to the same men in his security detail. He might not even watch. Knowing he has humiliated, violated, and possibly injured Rian would be satisfying enough.
His bodyguards have all signed nondisclosure agreements. Harris has meticulously chosen them from the ranks of his previous subordinates. They are all monsters who are loyal to him to death.
Rian won’t die from whatever depraved fantasies Harris frightens him with. That is the true horror of his threat. Nothing will change once his men are done with Rian. He would remember every horrible detail of that ordeal, just like he remembers every single scar cut deep into his soul.
The guards, who would willingly debase him, will most likely remain at their usual rotation,protectingRian at the residence he shares with Harris.
Harris stands in the middle of the bare guest bedroom, panting as if challenging Rian to dare say something back to him. It’s a little game he likes to play. If Rian responds in any way by trying to plead with him, Harris will hurt him more.
Rian can feel him looking down at his naked body. He can almost imagine Harris’s crimson face and the tense, bulging muscles of his arms, bloodshot blue eyes, nostrils flaring, and fists clenching and trembling, ready to strike him if he makes the tiniest whimper of protest.
Rian can’t move or take a chance and look at him. He tries to remain completely still because any sudden move is considered a challenge with Harris. This monster would use anything Rian does as an excuse for provoking his anger.
Rian knows he can’t win.
He is broken.
He has given up.
Harris is simply too strong – so much bigger and imposing, full of rage and hate that has no limit, and derives from the deepest, darkest corners of his soul, somehow specifically designed to house the limitless, unreasonable animosity he has for Rian.
Harris spits again and this time Rian can feel the moisture on his neck. It’s not the worst he's done to him by far, yet the simple spiteful act breaks him completely. Rian holds it together as best as he can, but as soon as he can hear his steps fade away deeper into the house, and the shower in the master bedroom starts running, he sucks in a deep breath and a ragged sob escapes his lips.
He wipes the spit furiously away from his neck with the linens he has been fisting this whole time. His trembling fingers are cramped and painfully stiff. Even as he tries to regain some of his dignity and make himself decent by grabbing and slipping on his underwear, his body feels numb and detached, like it doesn’t belong to him anymore.
At this point, crying is a luxury he can’t really afford, but suddenly he can’t stop himself. His mind is racing a million miles an hour, screaming horror, and reminding Rian how painfully alone he is. There is no one he can turn to for help. There is no one that wouldn’t be intimidated by the sheer financial power Harris has at his disposal.
The only other man he could possibly trust has been gone for four years. Ty is either dead or has willingly abandoned him. He’s been gone since the funeral of Rian’s brother Cyril.
A hastily written note is supposed to explain his absence. But Rian knows better now. In his heart of hearts, Rian refuses to believe, that pathetic excuse of a“goodbye”was penned by Ty.
No matter how many times Rian tries to rationalize his absence, coming up with various explanations for Ty’s whereabouts, he still misses him every day. Both scenarios – Ty’s possible death or his rejection, are so soul crushing that Rian decides not to consider either of them.
Instead, he’s chosen to remember the innocent boy with deep dark eyes and a soft inviting smile, like something out of his most sacred reveries. Even in his memories, Tayida never seems quite real. His image is muddled with dreams of what could have been between them had Rian been brave enough to lay claim to him. Ty has become a fantasy Rian clings to in his loneliest, most miserable moments.
No matter how much he longs for Ty, his presence alone certainly wouldn’t be enough to absolve Rian from his mistakes and save him from his own stupidity. Rian knows it, and yet he stubbornly holds on to the few shared memories he has with Tayida.
The sound of dishes clattering in the kitchen sink snaps him out of his musings. He anxiously looks through the doorway and listens intently for other movements. The security guards are making their way downstairs. They’re laughing. They must have heard him cry out. His pain is nothing but a joke to these thugs.
Lincoln’s voice rises above all the chatter, cursing at them, “Shut the fuck up, and get moving, assholes!”
Rian knows thiscourtesyisn’t for his benefit. That bastard has probably been promised a firstgowith him. Lincoln is Harris’s top dog – ready to torture, blackmail, and kill at the whim of his master. With pleasure.
The man of the hour, the one controlling them all like a puppeteer, is his husband. The monster who is hurting him to the extreme almost daily is the same person Rian had eagerly pledged his devotion to in a small, intimate ceremony, just a few years prior.
From the moment they met, a week before the funeral of his brother Cyril, Harris had become his rock. Rian had been drawn to him by his intense dedication, boundless adoration, and unwavering attention. Harris had seemed to anticipate and be ready to deliver anything Rian had desired. To have been cared for in that way had been something completely new and overwhelming. Especially to someone as young, naïve, vulnerable, and, above all, very lonely as Rian had been after the sudden passing of Cyril.
Those once impressive qualities were now twisted into an obsessive, possessive claim over him, with no room for breathing or hopes of escape. His infatuation with Rian had been a calculated, well-planned-out hostile takeover of his life. His dedication had become unreasonable demands. Rian was suddenly forced to succumb to Harris's every whim, every desire, includinghis hurtful and humiliating fantasies. Rian was expected to satisfy every single one of his urges or face the consequences of his wrath.
Harris had been the one to propose, and they were married after a short-lived whirlwind romance. Once the nuptials had been exchanged, instead of a lovestruck Harris, a cold-hearted stranger lay by Rian’s side in their marital bed. The change had been sudden and terrifying, leaving Rian confused and adrift as Harris may have intended all along.
Harris and his cronies are leaving. The monster doesn’t bother checking on him. If Rian is hurt in any way, that’s his own problem to deal with.
Rian pushes himself off the soiled bed. His arms are shaking and his whole body is painfully throbbing. Bile threatens to rise to his lips, but he swallows it back down. There is no time for him to allow his body to break down in any painful fits of misery, nor is it safe to put himself in a vulnerable position in case Harris suddenly returns to the house.
