Page 8 of The Devil's Mercy

Fantasies that had only ever been forced upon him as a form of degradation.

That wasn’t his particular brand of kink. He didn’t want the other person to put him down and make him feel shittyabout his lust. He wanted them to understand and take control and make him like it because they liked him.

No sane person would want that, especially not one with the type of past he had.

But Calix wasn’t any saner than the two men aggressively fucking in front of him.

Aodhan gripped the back of the chair, face pinched as Titus drove into him over and over again, the slapping sound of their bodies coming together echoing in the small room. He was toned, the muscles in his back rippling when he arched into a particularly hard thrust that shook the chair beneath him, scraping it against the hardwood flooring.

“Louder,” Titus ordered, his voice still even and clear, as though this was causing him no effort at all and he wasn’t pistoning his hips against the doctor like a demon straight from hell.

Calix expected Aodhan to make a witty remark, egg the director on a bit, but instead, he followed the command without any hesitation or pushback.

“Mercy,” Aodhan practically moaned his name, fingers flexing around the chair. “Let me—”

“No.”

“Please. I want to—”

“I said no, and that’s final.” Titus didn’t say or do anything else. He didn’t have to.

Aodhan stopped asking for whatever it was he wanted, groaning and calling out Mercy instead. That was all it took to get him to drop the subject, just a firm statement from Titus and nothing more.

It was a bit terrifying, how in control of it all Titus Mercer was.

If only Calix’s dick got the memo.

He wanted to blame the hook, but the sex toy was pressed in too deep to hit any of the spots he really needed. Mostly, he felt stretched and full—and sure, it didn’t feel bad, but it wasn’t enough stimulation to get him hard and leaking.

And yet…

Cal tore his gaze off the others and stared down at his traitorous dick. He was throbbing and more aroused than he should be. Hell, he shouldn’t be arousedat all. There was something so primal about what was happening in front of him, though—what was happeningtohim.

Monster.

He must be.

He didn’t want to be.

They were all insane, but he didn’t want to face that yet. Didn’t want to face his part in all of this.

Hated that they were making him.

“Spread your legs wider,” Titus commanded, making a sound of approval when Aodhan shifted into a better position for him to pummel.

When the two of them had slept together, Aodhan had been on top. Not only that, but he’d also been extremely good at it. Experienced. Did they switch positions to keep things interesting?

Almost as soon as he had the thought, Cal discarded it. There was no way someone like Titus would willingly give up control like that. They didn’t know each other well, but that truth was far too obvious to be overlooked.

“Do you want it, baby?” Titus purred, and it took Calix longer than it should to realize that Aodhan didn’t immediately reply like he’d been doing.

Frowning, he glanced away from where the director’s cock was pumping, gasping when he found Titus already staring back at him. He couldn’t help the shiver that overcame himwhen their eyes locked, and it was impossible to ignore the way Titus purposefully slowed, turning his thrusts almost languid.

“I could take care of you next,” the director continued, voice low and sultry, doing something strange to Calix’s insides. “I’d be so good to you. We could take it nice and easy for our first time. What do you think? Doesn’t that sound preferable, Detective? Better than being strung up and forced to take a metal hook. Or,” he reached forward and snatched a handful of Aodhan’s hair, yanking the doctor up, “would you rather I let him loose?”

Aodhan howled as the new angle drove Titus deeper into his body, but he didn’t resist, allowing himself to be resituated so his back was sealed against the director’s front. His large cock came into better view, the curved tip rosy and flushed. It glinted in the bright light of the room, wet and swollen.

“I could let him tear you apart with this,” Titus said, indicating Aodhan’s heavy member. “Give you that sting of pain you love so much. I’ll fuck you on his cock and make you both scream my name. Is that offer more appealing to you?”

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