Page 15 of Devil May Lie
Berga tilted his head. “You don’t sound regretful.”
“Yes, because that was sarcasm.”
“So…You do find me robotic?”
“No, that—” Madden closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. “Let’s try this again, Butcher, shall we? Fuck me, and I’ll delete the video.”
It was obvious by his reaction that he really hadn’t seen that coming, and the surprise was too much for him to contain or cover-up. Berga’s lips parted slightly and his cheeks turned a noticeable shade of pink.
Kind of like the way they’d heated when Madden was balls deep inside of him and Berga was sobbing his name.
Nope, not a robot at all.
Chapter 4:
Berga must have misheard.
It sounded a lot like Madden Odell had just propositioned him, which, for various reasons, couldn’t be the case.
“Flix said you were funny,” he mumbled, “but I admittedly don’t get the joke.”
Madden sighed as though he were losing patience. “That’s because there’s no punchline, Butcher. I’m telling you to do one of three things if you don’t want me to share that video with Baikal Void.”
“What three things?” Had he missed that part? No, no he didn’t think he had. He’d been paying attention. Ever since he’d spotted the Royal headed toward him on the steps, there’d been little else he could do but pay attention.
Nothing since that night had been going to plan. Berga hadn’t been able to concentrate during classes all week, his mind constantly wandering to the boathouse and what’d transpired there. The last thing he needed was more ghosts, but it seemed like his subconscious hadn’t gotten that memo.
People always said sex helped to relieve stress, but instead of getting better, Berga was haunted more now than ever before.
He wouldn’t make the mistake of lying with the Royal again, had decided to act as though nothing had ever happened to help them both save face and move forward. Yet, it seemed like he should have considered where Madden stood in all of this.
How…unexpected.
“It’s simple,” Madden took a step forward, the change in his demeanor instantaneous. “Either get on your back, bend over, or drop down on your knees. I’ll let you choose, but either way, neither of us is leaving here until I get what I want. In exchange, I’ll erase the video.”
Berga tossed him the vial of Impression, crossing his arms once Madden caught it. “Take that and go. I don’t care who you use it on or if you tell anyone you got it from me. Do as you please,” he waved him off, “just do it elsewhere. I have work to do.”
“Yeah,” Madden pocketed the pills, “on my cock.”
He scrunched his nose in displeasure. “That isn’t going to happen.”
“Want to bet?”
“This isn’t the Docks,” he reminded, bracing himself when Madden stalked forward another couple of steps. Berga didn’t like being treated like prey, especially not in his own damn territory. “There are a hundred and eleven ways I could incapacitate you here before you even reach me. Proceed with caution, Mad King.”
“You owe me.”
“I do not.” He raised his chin. “You accepted Impression. I’ve paid you in full. Delete the video and be on your way.”
“This?” Madden patted his pocket. “I’ll consider this a gift between friends. It’s not what I specifically asked for, so it can’t count toward your debt. You know how these things work, you’re Brumal.”
“We are not friends.”
“We can be.”
“No, thank you.”
“Pity,” he clicked his tongue. “I think we’d be pretty good together. The Mad King and the Mad Scientist. Your best friend is still on vacation anyway. Don’t you need a replacement in his absence? I’m happy to take over the role.”