⚠️ CONTENT WARNING:
This story contains explicit gay sexual content, infidelity, taboo family dynamics, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Previously: CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH. 3 | CH. 4 | CH. 5 | CH. 6 | CH. 7 | CH. 8 | CH. 9 | CH. 10 | CH. 11
Chapter Twelve
The air in the penthouse suite hung heavy, thick with the scent of bourbon, sweat, and the sharp tang of anticipation. My heart hammered in my chest as I lay on the bed, the cool silk sheets a stark contrast to the fire burning under my skin. Herald’s grip spread my thighs open with deliberate force, his fingers digging into my flesh like he was staking a claim. Leroy, sprawled beside me, radiated heat and eagerness, his naked body a taunting mirror of my own vulnerability. His hand grazed my thigh again, higher this time, a teasing brush that made me twitch.
“Fuck, look at you two,” Victor grunted from his chair by the window, his voice a rough scrape that dragged me back to the basement in Salt Lake City, to memories I’d buried under years of denial. His dark eyes glinted with sick hunger, his thick fingers drumming on the armrest like he was counting down to something inevitable. “Herald, you’ve trained them well. Keep going.”
Herald’s smirk was a blade, cutting through any lingering resistance I might’ve clung to. He leaned over me, his breath hot on my neck, cedar and bourbon wrapping around me like a noose. “Hear that, Charlie? Daddy’s impressed. Don’t disappoint him.” His hand slid higher, thumb brushing the edge of my cock, making me hiss through clenched teeth. My body arched despite myself, a traitor to every scream in my head to stop this.
“Hell, I’m already having fun,” Leroy chuckled beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. His tanned chest gleamed with a sheen of sweat, his cock fully hard now, bobbing as he shifted closer. He looked at Victor with a cocky grin. “You wanna see a show, old man? Watch this.” Without waiting for a response, he leaned over, his lips crashing into mine, rough and hungry, his tongue shoving into my mouth with no hesitation.
I groaned into the kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders, the heat of his skin grounding me even as my mind spun. His stubble scraped my jaw, and for a moment, I forgot Victor’s stare, forgot Herald’s grip—forgot everything but the raw need surging through me.
“Fuck yeah,” Victor growled, his chair creaking as he leaned closer. “That’s it, boys.”
Herald’s low laugh vibrated through me as he pulled back just enough to watch, his hand still possessive on my thigh. “Look at you, Charlie. Can’t even pretend you don’t want this.” His fingers tightened, a sharp sting of pain cutting through the haze of Leroy’s kiss. “Tell me. Tell me you’re mine right now.”
I broke away from Leroy, panting, my lips slick and swollen. My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “I’m yours, Herald. Fuck, I’m yours.” Shame burned in my chest, but the words spilled out anyway.
“Good boy,” Herald purred, and the praise hit me like a drug, flooding me with heat even as Victor’s approving grunt made my stomach twist. Herald’s hand moved, wrapping around my cock with a firm, slow stroke that made me gasp, my hips jerking up into his grip. “Leroy, get his other side. Let’s make him squirm.”
Leroy shifted, his mouth trailing down my chest, teeth scraping over a nipple hard enough to make me yelp. “Shit, Charlie, you’re so fucking sensitive,” he muttered against my skin, his voice thick with lust. His hand slid down, cupping my balls, rolling them with a rough tenderness that had me gritting my teeth to keep from moaning too loud.
Herald’s grip tightened, his strokes picking up speed, each one dragging a ragged sound from my throat. His other hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his midnight-blue stare.
My pride shattered under the weight of his gaze, under the relentless pleasure of his hand, under Leroy’s mouth now sucking a mark into my collarbone.
Victor laughed, a guttural sound that clawed at my nerves. “’m enjoying this.”
Herald’s smirk widened, but his eyes held something darker, something possessive that pinned me more than his hands ever could. “Leroy, flip him over. Let’s show Victor how good he takes it.”
