Page 48 of The Devil's Embrace

What the hell was that supposed to mean? What exactly was the doctor thinking about doing?

His mind went back to the party, and for the first time, real fear gripped him. “You’re not planning on mutilating me…are you? Because,” he shook his head again, “I’m not okay with anything like that. Pain is one thing, but—”

“I would never cut off any piece of you,” Aodhan told him, his voice softening. “I like you whole, Detective. You can’tpossibly understand the gravity of that, or how ironic it is, but it’s the truth.”

“Then…? Why’d you stop?”

He chuckled darkly. “Baby, there’s a hell of a lot of other things I could do to you that don’t involve removing a body part.”

“I don’t care.” Shamelessly, Cal rubbed his swollen dick against the arm rest, the rolling of his hips causing Aodhan’s cock to move within him as well. They both moaned that time. “Do whatever, just don’t stop. Don’t stop. Keep fucking me. I want to feel you rearrange my insides with your—”

Aodhan pulled out and drove back in, his thrusts half mad as he pistoned in and out of Cal’s torn hole.

With his dick caught between him and the leather, the friction from each stroke brought him closer and closer to the edge. His balls tightened, and he bit onto his bottom lip, reopening the wound that had already started to heal.

Just before he could achieve orgasm, however, he felt the press of something cold against his right ass cheek. It dragged about an inch over him, his mind struggling to place the object, when suddenly it was turned, and the sensation altered.

“Fuck!” Calix cursed at the first cut of the knife against his ass, and swore again when Aodhan made another mark, and then another. Three in total, quick and clean. Something was tossed into the kitchen area, and his eyes landed on a scalpel, the blade tinted red.

Aodhan spanked the spot he’d just carved, laughed when Calix screamed and came at the same time.

His vision blanked out and he lost his grip as the orgasm ripped through him more aggressively than the scalpel had. He would have fallen completely off the couch if not for the doctor. Calix found himself lifted and turned, repositioned so he was kneeling with his arms slung over the back of the couch.

Aodhan forced his legs apart and drove his cock back into him, his pelvis slapping against the cuts on his ass with every inward thrust.

Cal clawed at the leather weakly and whimpered. Just as he was about to beg for it to stop, Aodhan’s cock tore from his hole, shooting a load of cream against the fresh wound. He cried from the sting, the tears pouring down his cheeks as all those combined feelings overwhelmed him.

Once Aodhan was finished and stepped back, Cal fell over, lying on the cushions, tucking his face protectively into his arms.

“It’s okay, baby.” The doctor kneeled at his side, running his fingers gently through his damp hair. “Cry it out. It’s okay.” He planted a soft kiss to Calix’s shoulder that might have been considered sweet if not for the accompanying bite that threatened to break more skin. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I would cry, too, if I caught the attention of someone like me. Actually,” he chuckled, “I did.”

“What?” Calix couldn’t follow.

“Nothing. Just lie here and let it out. I’m going to go get a washcloth and some first aid from the bathroom so I can clean you up.” He stood and left to do that before Calix could even decide if he wanted to stop him.

Or if he wanted him to stay and keep petting his hair like he really was precious.

Like all of this really was normal.

Chapter 15:

“You don’t have to do this,” Bruce said outside the interrogation room. “This isn’t your case. We have other ways to get him to talk.”

“It’s fine,” Calix reassured, smiling lightly at the chief. “I want to help you.”

“Did you hear the good news? That Quentin kid’s been going around clearing your name.” He clapped him on the back. “Seems like now’s a great time for me to ask you to come back and join the force.”

It’d been a few days since Cal had run into Nero. Since then, he’d gone around telling all their old classmates that Calix had been right in the past, and he was glad the judge had found him not guilty. A few of those people had reached out since, mostly on Inspire, by liking one of Cal’s photos or leaving a generic comment or two. He hadn’t gotten any real apologies, but then, he hadn’t expected any.

Knowing that Nero didn’t like any of those people either, that he’d seen them all for who they truly were, gave Cal the confidence not to reply to any of them. In the past, he might have simply out of concern they’d get upset all over again if he ignored them, but not any longer.

It wasn’t just because of Nero either.

Aodhan and he hadn’t slept together again, but they’d met up a couple of times at the hospital, usually under the guise of meeting for the case. They ate together and chatted, and it was starting to feel a lot like the two of them were becoming real friends.

Friends who had sex and made sexual innuendos during office hours, but still just friends.

Because Calix wasn’t planning on sticking around.

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