Page 136 of Lethal King

“One of my special friends,” Flavian chuckles.

There, tied to the backside of the cross, is a naked man. A young man. Young enough that I’m not so sure I wouldn’t categorize him as a boy.

He’s passed out, head slopped to the side, eyes lightly shut.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Rian growls.

“Don’t worry, he’s eighteen,” Flavian jokingly assures us. “And no, he’s not dead or anything, just coming down from an ecstatic high. Consensual, of course.”

Flavian winks at Rian, and my lion’s hands curl into fists.

“Why are you showing us this?” I ask, trying to settle the tension somewhat.

Suddenly, I don’t want to poke Rian too hard anymore.

If he snaps and kills Flavian, then I’m going to have to wait even longer to get my hands on Leander. I can’t have that.

“As I said, I enjoy mixing business with pleasure.”

“Is that a proposition?”

“I don’t go into business with anyone I don’t trust. And this is how I figure out if we’re on the same ‘page’.”

When Rian steps forward, I grimace. The last thing I want is to have to physically stop him from doing something stupid. That’s going to get me shocked.

Fucking hell, when did I become the reasonable one?

“Very well,” Rian grunts. “Let’s make sure we’re on the same page.”

To my utter shock, he starts to unbuckle his belt.

I can practically feel Flavian get hard in response. Not that I’m looking at that freak. When Rian takes off his belt, he has my full attention.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Flavian sings. “And you, princess. Will you be part of this deal?”

When I look over at Rian, I’m met by a stern glare. But I’m not sure if he’s warning me to stay away or insisting I join.

It doesn’t matter. I make up my own mind.

“How could I refuse?”

It’s impossible to tell if that’s the response Rian was waiting for. To find out, I start to approach Flavian, brushing by my lion’s shoulder as he wraps his belt around his knuckles.

I don’t get a shock.

I guess that means we’re good.

“What a gorgeous couple you two are,” Flavian says, unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt. “May I ask how you heard about me?”

“Through the grapevine,” Rian is quick to respond. I’ve never heard my lion’s voice so rigid before. It’s like he’s solely focused on the task at hand.

… Or maybe he’s just jealous.

My thighs clench as I remember how good his angry cock feels. Getting hate fucked by Rian is the closest thing a girl like me will ever get to heaven.

Maybe I do want to poke him, after all.

“How fortunate for me,” Flavian mutters, his greedy gaze fixed on my man.