Page 32 of Villain
“Are you really threatening me with sexual assault? Here? With all of these people present?” Nix demanded.
“Come on,” Yejun reached up and started rolling the curve of Nix’s ear between two fingers, “You were smart enough to ask that quietly just now, which means you’re smart enough to know that even if we were to pick you up, place you on this table, and fuck you right here in front of this whole audience, no one would stop us.”
He shuddered.
“What? No witty comeback this time?” Yejun tugged lightly on his ear lobe. “Don’t disappoint me already, Firebird.”
“Nix,” he replied, speaking around the lump now forming in his throat. “My name is Nix.”
“Your name is whatever we want it to be,” West corrected. “You’re whatever we want you to be.”
There was no way out of this. They wouldn’t let him get up and leave, which meant the least he had to do was hear them out. Maybe then they’d be satisfied enough to let him go. He’d figure out a way to turn down whatever it was they wanted to offer him after. Retreat first in order to fight another day, so to speak.
“Fine. What’s the proposition?” He hated the way his voice shook slightly at the end…and the way his balls tightened.
So what if they were sexy? Who fucking cared when they were literal monsters who took advantage of people?
“It’s fairly simple,” Yejun began.
“Yeah?” Nix didn’t believe that for a second. “What is it then?”
“I already told you.” West motioned to him and said slowly, as though speaking to a child, “Boy. Friend.”
His brow furrowed. “What?”
“You’re going to be ours, Songbird,” Lake stated, losing his patience finally. “No, actually,” he corrected, “you already are.”
“Bullshit,” Nix breathed out the word even though in his mind he screamed it.
“That’s not the one,” West said. “Not bull. Shit. It’s boy. Friend. Say it with me.”
“Hell no.” He tried to stand but that hand on his thigh held him down. “Let go.”
“Not until you agree,” Lake replied.
“I’m not going to date you,” he snapped. “Especially not all three of you.”
“Whoa, did I hear that right?” the girl from earlier asked her friend, not even remembering to be quiet this time, and Nix inwardly swore.
Lake saw his reaction and gave a partial smirk, the type that would go unnoticed if not for the fact Nix was sitting so close to him. He leaned in until Nix could feel his breath against his jaw and whispered, “This is taking longer than I wanted, and now we have an even more attentive audience. You can agree and we can leave to discuss terms like gentlemen, or I make good on my promise.”
It was hard to concentrate with him so near, but Nix somehow managed to catch onto that last part. “Promise?”
“I said I’d bend you over my knee and make you sob,” Lake said silkily. “Remember, Songbird?”
He sucked in a breath.
“You do.” Lake leaned back. “That’s good. This should go fairly quickly from here on, shouldn’t it?”
“I…” He was trapped. “You suck.”
“That’s not the answer I’m looking for. Care to try again, or should I—” Lake wrapped his hand around Nix’s elbow and made as though to pull him toward him.
“No,” Nix threw up his arms and shook his head, “no. That won’t be necessary.”
“Change of tune, Nixie?” West asked, popping the last piece of fruit into his mouth, which he chewed excruciatingly slowly on purpose.
Give in and retreat now.