Page 32 of The Devil's Embrace

“What wasn’t you?” He wasn’t following.

“You think I’m the one who spilled and told everyone at the Academy what you were accused of here, don’t you?”

Calix leaned back in his seat. “Well, the rumors only started up after you’d arrived.”

“It wasn’t me.”

“So it was a coincidence then?”

“You don’t believe me.” Troya snorted and then smirked. “This must be what you felt like back then. Telling the truth but having no one have your back.”

“Bruce did,” he corrected. “Bruce made sure I had a good attorney and helped keep me sane throughout the entire process. The woman who worked at the orphanage I lived at did too. She couldn’t leave the rest of the kids behind, so she never came to any of the meetings or the trial, but she wrote me a letter once.”

“What’d it say?”

“I…” Calix’s brow furrowed. “I don’t remember.”

“Weird.” He changed his mind rather quickly. “Maybe not. I imagine there’s a lot of stuff from that time you’drather forget. Your mind probably wiped as much of it away as possible.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “You’re probably right.”

“Anyway,” Troya set the mostly empty bottle on the table and pulled up his notes on his multi-slate, “anything happen at the party last night? You didn’t submit anything to the group forms.”

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “No, we didn’t get anything.”

Calix hadn’t been there long enough to even attempt to. The whole night had been a mistake, and he still hadn’t decided how much he wanted to share about the things he’d witnessed.

And allowed to happen.

If he did decide to file a report, it’d be with Bruce directly. Troya didn’t need to know about the sick things that went on in the criminal underbelly of his homeworld.

Hell, Cal wished he still didn’t know anything either.

But more than that, he wished he could stop thinking about Aodhan and Antithesis.

Wished he could stop wondering how far they’d ended up going.

Chapter 10:

Soft moans filled the room, echoing from the speakers, the sound of flesh slicking against flesh accompanying them.

Aodhan kept his gaze fixed on the screen, left hand working his hard cock while the right trailed beneath his shirt and tweaked one of his nipples. The chair rocked beneath him, the springs creaking as his tempo built higher and higher, the image of the sexy detective fucking himself taking Aodhan’s arousal to new heights.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

His plans had never involved finding Calix attractive. Sure, the guy had been cute in photos, kind of sad looking, like one of those quiet loner types. But in person…

He could still recall the way Calix’s body had shaken against his, thrumming with energy.

Or maybe fear.

Quite possibly that.

His thighs spread wider, and he groaned, imagining what it would feel like if they were in the same room together again, right now. If he was the one burying his fingers deep into the Detective's hole. If he pounded his ass until he screamed and begged for mercy.

Again.

Good Light. That had been enthralling. Hearing those words uttered from Cal’s lips.

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