Page 25 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
Chapter Six
Stone hadn’t meant to butt heads with Sloan Killough. He wasn’t the kind of man anyone should mess with because that could easily result in a sliced neck, but something about the way he held himself annoyed Stone. He reminded him of Booker and all the other businessmen they’d taken down a few notches. They thrived on money and power, and that irritated him.
It didn’t help that Montgomery had sucked on Killough’s fingers like a whore craving dick, either. Hell, he’d only had Stone’s jizz in his mouth half an hour before, yet he worked Killough like a pro. Stone supposed that’s what the prick was used to. He didn’t know why it irritated him as much as it did.
He sighed and rested his forehead against the cool wood of his wardrobe. It didn’t matter. None of it did. He shouldn’t be getting attached to Montgomery anyway. The guy was trouble with a capital T, and they needed to get rid of him after this. He knew too much, and Stone doubted Killough would allow him to stay alive.
Damn. It was a pity.
Stone snatched some clothes out of his wardrobe and changed into black pants and a plain black T-shirt, something indistinguishable. He also grabbed a black hoodie he had for occasions like this. Even though it was hot as balls, he slipped it on and headed back downstairs.
Soft voices echoed in the kitchen and Stone followed them, curious when he heard Montgomery’s smug tone.
“So is that the point of it? You’re like a dog?”
Stone tensed and glanced into the room. Conall and Montgomery sat on opposite chairs at the table, Montgomery’s tied wrists resting on the surface in front of him. Conall leaned back in his chair, his legs crossed at the knees and his arms folded over his slender but muscular chest, his dusky nipples peeking over his arms.
“No, I’m not a dog,” he snapped quietly.
Montgomery held up his hands. “Hey, no judgement here, if that’s your thing.”
“I’m not a dog. I don’t play fetch.” Conall rolled his eyes. “He calls me his pet, but it’s just a nickname.”
“But you have pet-like qualities, right? You sit on his lap and stuff.”
Conall hesitated, and he dropped his arms, sighing. “Yeah, I sit on his lap ‘and stuff.’ I wear a collar, and he’s my master, but I’m not a dog.”
Montgomery made a noise of understanding in his throat. Stone had come to realize that he made a lot of noises. “Okay. Doesn’t that degrade you?”
“Not really. It did at first, I guess. I hated being his whore, because that’s what I essentially was. His whore. Before I became Sloan’s, I was a co-provocateur at one of his brothels in New York, alongside my brother. Sloan came in to demand answers on why we weren’t making as much money as the other whorehouses. He saw me, decided he liked me and wanted me as his pet. I fought it because I wasn’t one of the whores, but I realized how much I liked it after a while, and I relented. Let him take me as his pet.” Conall spoke with confidence and elegance, not one ounce of hesitancy in his voice. He wasn’t ashamed of what happened, and Stone had to admit that it impressed him. Most men would be embarrassed to be a mob boss’s pet.
“Right.” Montgomery glanced down at his hands, his tied wrists, and tugged on one of the threads from the tablecloth. “I like pain.”
“What?”
“Pain.” He heaved a sigh. “I’ve always been into fucking different guys, letting them fill me with their cum—”
“That’s dangerous.”
Montgomery snorted. “Thank you, Mr. Obvious.”
“I’m just saying. I was always careful before I met Sloan. You never know what you’ll catch. Sloan and I don’t use condoms, but I wasn’t with anyone else after he came along, and we still get tested regularly. HIV isn’t a joke.”
“Wow, I’m being preached to by a mob boss’s pet.” Amusement filled his tone and he chuckled quietly. “Yeah, well, always had a thing for danger.”
“There’s a difference between danger and being stupid,” Conall snapped. “I lived in a whorehouse. I’ve seen what STIs can do to people.”
“You asked me a question about what my deal is, and I’m trying to answer, so will you please shut the fuck up?” Montgomery fell back against his chair. Stone imagined he was holding back the urge to roll his eyes, but he did look up at the ceiling like he was praying to a holier being. “Like I said, I like pain. I only recently discovered it. The guys I fucked before were pussycats. They were always afraid of hurting the merchandise. Stone, though? The way he grabs my throat. Fuck yes.”
“Have you two fucked, then?”
“Nope. I sucked his cock, though. It’s real thick and juicy.” Montgomery shrugged.
Conall squinted at him and leaned his elbows on the table. It made the wood groan. It’d never been a very strong table, but Stone had bought it cheap from a secondhand store. “The thought of fucking your kidnapper turns you on?”
Montgomery leaned forward too, as though he was about to share a deep, meaningful secret. “Yep. I’d love to get his cock in me while he’s choking me.”
Conall’s eyes widened, mouth parted. “And you think being a pet is fucked-up? You’re more fucked-up than I am, buddy.”
