Page 6 of The Devil's Mercy

“What do you have in common?” a new voice called from the doorway, and when Titus pulled away, Calix saw Aodhan enter the room.

He was using a cloth to wipe blood stains from his hands.

“How much we both want you,” Titus replied without skipping a beat, slipping his hands back into his pockets, “of course.”

Chapter 2:

Cal fought, but it was two against one, and they easily overpowered him, even once the handcuffs were unlocked. He was dragged over to the setup Titus had been working on in the center of the room. His bound wrists were forced up and attached to one of the chains that dangled from the ceiling, and he struggled, despite knowing there wasn’t a chance he was going to get out of this.

Until Aodhan stepped behind him and Calix felt something bulbous rub between his cheeks.

He went still.

“You can keep fighting,” Titus told him. He was positioned in front of him and captured his chin between two fingers, tilting his face up so their eyes could meet. There was a sparkle in his emerald eyes that hadn’t been there before, an excitement that knocked the air right out of Cal’s lungs.

He knew that look. He’d seen it on the faces of some of the worst criminals he’d ever dealt with.

“It might make you feel better,” the director kept talking, as though unaware just how much he was suddenly spooking Calix. “Or are you giving in, little monster? Have you decided to hear us out?”

He nodded his head without really meaning to, instincts screaming about the danger loud enough to overshadow his need for resistance. “Yes.”

Aodhan chuckled behind him, still trailing the tip of whatever he was holding up and down Cal’s crack teasingly. Whatever it was, it was too cold to be the man’s cock. Too wide as well. He pressed it a little closer, but didn’t try to insert it. “Is that right, Detective? Are you giving in already?”

“Why are you doing this?” he meant the question for the doctor, since asking Titus had gotten him nowhere, but quickly learned it didn’t make a difference.

“Because I want you, baby. Haven’t you picked up on that by now?”

“You’re lying. All of this, pretending to like me—”

“I didn’t pretend,” Aodan disagreed firmly. “You’re insulting us both by saying that. Are you listening to us or not?”

Calix pursed his lips and frowned. It was easier to tap into that anger and fight when it was the doctor doing the talking.

“That’s a no,” Titus answered for him, since Aodhan couldn’t see his face. “There’s no need to pout.” He ran the pad of his thumb over Cal’s full bottom lip, quirking a brow when some of his good sense returned and Calix tried to jerk his head away. “I’m getting bored with your hot and cold act though. Fair warning.”

“Detective.” Aodhan’s arms came around his waist, pulling him back against his chest. He nuzzled the top of Cal’s head. “Let’s think of this rationally. You remember how good it feels, being with me, don’t you? Now times that by two. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

He kept his eyes on Titus as he gave a slight shake of his head. “No. No, being used by the two of you does not sound like fun, actually. I’m not some toy you can toss into the mix to bolster your relationship. And,” he pulled away from Aodhan asmuch as he could, getting into Titus’s space to sneer, “I don’t fuck murderers.”

“Hate to break it to you, baby,” Aodhan let out a low whistle, “but that’s what you’ve been doing this entire time.” His shifting backwards was the only warning he gave before suddenly, the object from before was thrust forward.

Calix gasped and then cursed as the thick, rounded end of something metal was forced into his entrance. Instinctively, he moved away in a misguided attempt to escape it, but Titus was there to shove him back into place. The object scraped against his insides, curving before coming to a stop fully seated within him.

“Relax. This is the anal hook I promised I’d use on you. It’s safe, can’t you tell?” the doctor asked.

“Get it the fuck out of me!”

“You shouldn’t curse.” Aodhan gave the object a little shake, causing Cal to hiss. “Mercy doesn’t like it.”

“What. The. Hell?” Cal growled, ignoring him.

The doctor tutted, but that was all the reaction he was given time for before Titus made his displeasure known.

The director’s left hand shot out, pinching Calix’s right nipple and twisting hard enough to wring another howl out of him. Without letting up, he spoke, voice still calm and collected despite the way Cal was writhing and panting. “I wouldn’t bother taking the time to train you if you were a mere plaything. That isn’t your purpose.”

He gritted his jaw, gathered his courage, and glared at Titus. “Kind of hard to believe that with a thing shoved up my ass and the two of you prodding me with your hard-ons.”

“At least mine is still in my pants,” he leaned in and whispered, a second before the sound of a zipper coming undone came from behind Cal. “You were ready to listen earlier, have you decided to be obedient?”

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