Page 14 of Assassin Daddy

‘No time like the present,’ Matteo said, pouring himself a glass of whisky and then shutting the study door behind him.

MATTEO:Work completed. A successful project. Nothing to report. Photo receipt available on request. Thank you for your custom.

Matteo shook his head and hit send on the semi-coded message. This was the first time that Matteo had company at his house in a long time. And yet here he was, just like most evenings, locked away in his study with a whisky in his hand and nothing to do but sit down in his vintage armchair and stare at the walls.

‘He’s cute…’ Matteo said under his breath, his mind drifting to how slender and sexy Kyan was when in reality he knew he should be thinking about how he was going to get them both out of their predicament. ‘That smile. That damn stuffie. And that ass…’

The silence in the house was punctuated by the sound of the shower directly above the study. And it wasn’t long before Matteo’s cock was stiffening to what exactly Kyan would look like as he stood naked underneath his shower’s antique Victorian showerhead.

The very idea of Kyan’s slim but athletic pecs, stomach, and no doubt perfectly pink nipples being heated up by the water wasenough to make Matteo unbuckle his belt and slide his trousers and black boxer-briefs down toward his knees.

‘This is fucked up,’ Matteo muttered. ‘I could have killed him. Maybe I should have just done the damn thing…’

But as the sound of the shower continued to make its way into the study, Matteo soon found his hand gripping onto his now rock-hard dick. In different circumstances, Matteo would have stood up and rushed up the stairs and burst into the bathroom and made Kyan his right there and then.

However that thought would have to remain a fantasy.

In a different reality this could all be so different. Even though it hadn’t been discussed, Kyan was clearly a Little. And having let the D-word slip upon their first meeting, Matteo had made things perfectly clear as to where he stood.

If only.

If only things were different.

The things I would do to you, boy…

As Matteo continued to pleasure himself to images of Kyan’s soapy body, wet ass, and slender thighs, he simply closed his eyes and allowed himself to forget all about the problems and pitfalls that could soon be hurtling his way.

The boy had already got Matteo in more trouble than he could ever have imagined.

What was a little bit of self-indulgence to make up for it?

Now was the time for Matteo to let his mind run free. Real life could wait until the morning…

Chapter 7

Kyan

Kyan woke to the sound of creaking floorboards. Well, it might not have been floorboards, but it was certainly not the noise that he was used to in his own little apartment.

‘Yup, I’m still at Matteo’s…’ Kyan said, looking around the sparsely furnished attic bedroom and then pulling the cover up and over his body. ‘And it’s definitely not home.’

Kyan had actually fallen asleep way quicker than he had anticipated.

Typically Kyan would struggle to sleep when he was in a hotel or guesthouse. There was something about his own home comforts that Kyan simply needed in order to set his mind at ease enough so that he could fall asleep in a relatively quick time.

Perhaps it was down to the dramatic day he had experienced, but Kyan had drifted off to sleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Matteo’s attic bedroom might not have had the most welcoming décor, but there was no denying the fact that the bed and the two plump pillows were super-comfortable. In fact, the mattress was just about the perfect level of firmness.

‘How about you, Gambit?’ Kyan asked, bringing his adorable rabbit stuffie up close for a snuggle. ‘Did you sleep well? Did you have lots of fun dreams about carrots and lettuce?’

Kyan smiled but knew that something wasn’t right.

As well as he and Gambit might have slept, there was no escaping the fact that he wasn’t at home. And more than that, there was a very real reason why that was the case too.

Sure, Matteo might have refused to kill him.

And together the pair of them had staged his death.

But none of that altered the reality that Kyan was still presumably unable to continue his life like before. And the prospect of having to leave everything he knew in the city and settle somewhere new was overwhelming – and this was without even thinking about how he would always be living in fear of the truth coming out some day.

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