The devil

I shake my head. “Conversation is already over.” Gripping his neck, I lean my forehead against his. “And I’m not in the mood to suck your dick.” I sink my teeth into his lower lip and slip my other hand down the back of his pants. “I want to tie you up and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for weeks.”

His nostrils flare as I begin prepping him with my finger, and I can see the internal war he’s waging with himself. It’s almost cute, considering we both know I’ll be balls deep inside his ass in the next minute. He can’t resist me any more than I can resist him.

“Damien.” His voice is a low rasp, almost pleading. “Please.”

And just like that…I’m caving and dropping to my knees for him.

Cain’s out of sorts and it’s obvious he needs me. I’m willing to put my selfish needs aside momentarily and give him what he wants.

His hand goes to my head as I pull him out. “I knew you’d give in.” He groans as I proceed to tease him. “You’re so fucking obsessed you’d do anything for me, huh?”

Being submissive has never been my thing, but what’s happening in this moment is beyond that. It’s about being partners—one taking care of the other when they’re spi

If Cain needs me to relinquish control in order to get some of it back so he can feel better—I’ll do it.

He groans my name when I take him in my mouth. “I bet you’d even let me fuck you if I wanted to.”

I freeze. The idea of Cain screwing me has never appealed to me before and it doesn’t now.

He strokes my cheek. “Wouldn’t you, Damien?”

I nod in agreement.

This is what happens when you meet your match. You sacrifice the things you want…or in this case, don’t want…for the things they do.

A grin tugs at the corners of his lips. “I wonder what else you’d let me do?”

“Anything you want.”  

I mean it. Cain needs to know we’re not rivals. We never were. We’re equals. No…more than that. We’re a team.

He’s mine and I’m his.

Taking him deeper, I go back to the task at hand. Drawing out little grunts of pleasure from Cain that go straight to my own cock.

“I’d bet you’d let me tie you up,” he rasps. “Let me make you my sex slave, fulfilling my every command because you’re so desperate for me.”

I suck him harder and he trembles, thrusting his hips into my face. “Wouldn’t you, Damien?”

Releasing him, I look up. “If that’s what you wanted.”

He yanks my shirt over my head and shakes it out before he tosses it across the room. “What I want right now is to fuck you. Take off your pants.”  

“Wait,” he says when I start undoing my belt.

“What?”

His eyes darken. “I have to pee.” An evil grin spreads across his face and he runs the tip of his dick along my bottom lip. “Open.”

The organ in my chest beats so hard it hurts. I know this is nothing more than a power play. A way for Cain to see how loyal I truly am…how far I’m willing to go for him.

Not breaking eye contact, I part my lips and hold my breath. Preparing for what’s to come.

His callous laugh confuses me. “God, you’re fucking pathetic. No wonder your mother was a dope head. She needed an escape from her slow, moronic son.” He pushes my head away. “You’re so obsessed with me. So desperate for my dick…you failed to realize what was really happening between us.”

I’m trying to wrap my head around what he’s saying and what it means, but Cain’s fifty steps ahead of me in what feels like a millisecond. “Failed to realize what exactly?”

“This whole time you thought I was your prey…but you were mine.” He pulls something out of his pocket. A small black cassette tape. “It was nice being fawned over, having my dick sucked whenever I wanted, and of course—having an alibi when I needed one. But our time together is over, Damien. There’s only room for one of us in this tank.”

I open my mouth to speak, but he presses a button on the phone and my voice fills the room.

“Well, before the pills, I would have re-wired an everyday household item...something simple…maybe a coffee maker or toaster. This way, they’d blame it on faulty wiring.”

“Blame what on faulty wiring?”

“The fire that would kill him.”

His smile is as cruel as he is. “Our paths might have crossed, but my future plans don’t include you.”

I stand up, which is a bad idea because the room is spi

Even though my heart already knows the truth.

This isn’t a mistake or a lapse in judgment. He recorded that conversation for one reason and one reason only.

To set me up to take the fall.

And that can only mean one thing. Cain never felt the same way for me as I do for him. He just wanted me to believe he did.

My partner. The object of my fascination…the person I thought was my reward for all the bad shit I’ve been through…is a traitor.

And I was nothing more than a love-sick pawn.

This whole time I thought Cain made me a better person…but it was only because I made him a worse one.

Just like my piranha who ended up a meal just moments prior. I didn’t realize I was in danger until it was too late.

The sound of the gun cocking is loud in the now quiet room. Cain’s not even shaking as he points it at me. If anything, he’s calm and collected.

He’s in total control. Blowing me off the face of this earth doesn’t impact him in the least.

And why should it…his body count is already up to three. What’s one more to a psychopath?

“You have three choices.” His eyes flash. “Option one—I can kill you and make it look like you took your own life because your guilt about being a murderer was starting to eat you alive.” He shrugs. “It’s not a bad way to go. People will still hate you, but at least they’ll know you felt remorse for your sins at the end.”

A surge of anger rushes through me and I press my forehead into the gun he’s holding against it. “What are you waiting for? Pull the fucking trigger.”

He’s already stripped me of everything I’ve ever cared about in the last five minutes…including my power and control. He might as well finish me off.

He clicks his tongue. “Option two—I could call Detective Trejo and tell him I stumbled upon a certain recording that I found in my brother’s car…and you can go to jail for the rest of your life.” He winks. “Come to think of it, you might like it there. It’s not all that different from your life now. Minus the fish tank of course. You’ll still have plenty of time to work out and fuck.”

I stay silent, the rage inside me waging war with the sharp pain of Cain’s betrayal.

“What’s option three?”

It doesn’t make sense why he’d give me another option when it’s clear there are only two.

His expression doesn’t change. “I’ll let you live…but it will be in torment. If you choose option three—you will walk out your front door in the next minute and never step foot in this town again, or even think about contacting me for the rest of your miserable life. Because if you do? I’m picking option one or two.”

Option three is the worst one of them all.

My throat burns. “Ca—

The sound of the gun firing makes my ears ring and for a moment, I’m thankful he shot me.

Only he didn’t. He shot the wall behind me. “Get the fuck out, Damien.”

I don’t move a muscle. If he’s going to break my heart and screw up my life, the least he can do is have the guts to end it on my terms.