Page 42 of Boyfriend From Hell
Wespent hours walking his grounds, the air was filled with stories of his childhood. How isolated he had been, and how woefully lonely it all had been. His father was never around—always too busy with meetings, reigning in his demons, and organizing newcomers. His mother sounded like she had always been a bitch and he always hated her role here, so it was no surprise to hear she was hardly a mother at all to him.
It hurt my heart to hear all of it, and it made me look at him in a different light. No one’s childhood was sunshine and rainbows, we all had our own baggage of sorts. I felt for him. Granted, my childhood wasn’t necessarily like his, but I had always been in the shadow of others. Only ever having one friend, who for one reason or another no longer seemed to matter to me—no seriously, it was like all emotions towards her were removed from me. When I thought about us growing up together, I knew I had loved her—knew she was my best friend. But now, when I thought about her, it was like a hollow spot in my heart had been carved out where she used to be, and it didn’t even bother me.
Raios tugged on my arm, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Come on sweet one, it’s getting late and you need proper sleep. Tomorrow we will make the room moreto your liking.”
I lowered my lips to her forehead and pulled the blankets up around her; she had fallen asleep so fast. The first day here had really taken a lot out of her but I was pleasantly surprised to find she was adjusting well. At first, I thought it was going to be impossible to get her to like it here—let alone to like me. But every corner of her mind held my name and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Exiting my room, I conjured Cam and Mal, dumping them from my palm onto the floor.
The shadow twins stood before me and Mal nodded his head to me.
“Alright boys.” I walked between them and wrapped my arms around their shoulders, “Listen close.”
I sent the twins to the Rivers Styx; I needed them to go up top for a few necessities. This had to be perfect. I spent thelast two hours clearing out a spare room in the estate, and scouring Deer’s brain as she slept—making sure no nightmares crept through the cracks.
The room was a hair larger than mine; the walls lined with empty shelves that previously held my father’s tomes. By previously, I mean I carried every single one out and piled them into my mother’s wardrobe room. Those dusty, unread things could be her problem—it’s not like father ever read them to begin with.
I took special care to make sure every speck of dust, every cobweb, and every hell spider was eradicated from the space—before I lit all five of the fireplaces to warm the room. I had about six more hours until Deer would likely wake up, and this needed to be perfect for her.
Mal appeared beside me, causing me to jump and I shot him a glare.
He sneered, as he adjusted the large cardboard box in his arms.
“Where’s—”
Cal appeared beside him and I rolled my eyes. He dropped the box at my feet, such an ornery bastard, he could be.
“Would it kill you to be careful,” I scoffed and he rolled his eyes.
“I wish,” he quipped in reply.
I should have done better when I created him. When I was a kid, I didn’t know creating minions such as them would spawn from parts of my emotions.
Mal placed his box beside Cams, and we began sifting through the contents.
“Little love,” Raios whispered sweetly in my ear and I burrowed deeper into the soft, warm bed.
He reached under the covers, grabbed me by the waist and squeezed. The pajamas he bought for me yesterday were so soft, plus with how plush his bed was, it felt like I was in heaven.
“Oh, is that so?” He purred; his warm hands sliding beneath the edge of my shirt and trailing up my ribs.
“Do I need to drag you out of bed, little love?” he mused, as he trailed a finger along the bottom of my breast, my skin tightening under his touch.
“What’s the rush?” I groaned, ignoring the heat building between my thighs, and peeked out from beneath the blankets at Raios.
My eyes skimmed over him, his hair was slicked back, taut against his head and he wore a loose, black canvas jacket—strangely casual and dare I say, human?
The corner of his mouth curved into a smirk as my eyes trailed down his charcoal gray covered chest and he tilted his head, a rogue piece of hair slipped out and fell across his forehead.
“I have a gift for you,” he said, as he continued trailing his finger along my skin. “But if you’d rather skip the present and do something a little more—” he paused and leaned close to brush his lips lightly against mine.
“Then I suppose it could wait.” He pulled back and sighed dramatically.
The man was driving a hard bargain. I was craving the feeling of his cock in me again, and direly wanted to know what he would feel like slamming into me from behind. However, he had a surprise for me and that had me curious.
I narrowed my eyes at him, curiosity overriding my need for cock and sighed.
