Page 11 of Point Proven
“Sure. This game will be fun, but you know how it will end. I’ll make your sweet Simon watch me fuck you, and while you’re dripping in tears, and he’s inconsolable, I’ll put a bullet through his skull.”
My entire world inverted, a sob tumbling from me. “Please… Please… don’t… Please don’t…”
“Oh, but not anytime soon. Hold on to those sobs until you’re back in my care. I promise to release them all in front of your lover before the last thing he witnesses is me breaking you.”
“Stefan,please!” It was desperation that led the charge, every horrific assumption I had coming back to haunt me. “D-Don’t… Not him. What can I do to… to ensure he stays… stays safe?”
“Mmm, okay.Beg.”
Bile crawled up the back of my throat, but I did what he demanded because Icould notlose Simon. “Please… Please, Stefan.”
“Therehe is.” A sharp groan cut through the line, and everything within me recoiled at the sound. “One more time.”
“Please…” I whimpered, digging my nails into my palms. “Please, Stefan…”
“Fuck,” he hissed, lust evident in his voice. “My obedientlittle lamb.”
Another cry peeled itself free, my chin dropping to my chest in disgusted defeat. “Please… leave him alone. Anything… I-I’ll do anything… to keep him… him safe…”
“My perfect baby boy,” he huffed, the tone slipping lower. “Mmm, then keep answering my calls,Liam, and I won’t touch your precious Simon.”
“O-Okay…”
“Oh, and if you mention this to thatThorne Graves? I’ll cut off his lover’s head and serve it to his fucking dogs.”
I gasped for air, another sob following as I nodded, the only answer I could provide because IneededThorne. I needed his protection, his comfort, his promise that this… that this would be over with.
“Fuck this!” Simon shouted, snatching the phone from my hand.
“Simon,stop!”
“No!” Putting it on speaker, nothing but pure rage floated in his hazel irises as they darkened to a shade of brown I hadn’t witnessed. “Who thefuckare you?”
“Oh, is thisSimon?”
“S-Simon… don’t,”I pleaded, my bottom lip quivering.“Please.”
“Sure the fuck is, and who thefuckare you making my boyfriend cry?”
That laughter echoed, and with it, my hopes of telling Simon my past dissipated. “I bet he still does that little lip tremble when he cries. Tell me, are his cheeks still flushed, and are his palms flat on the ground?”
Simon flicked his gaze to mine, and there was almost an understanding there, but it dimmed the moment Stefan kept talking.
“And I bet when you fuck him, he likes it rough, likes that dominance you display? Bet he even likes it when you shove his face into the ground like I used to, hands tied behind his back while he wiggled his ass as if he couldeverget away from me.”
“What… Who are?—”
“I’m the man who is going to put a bullet in your skull unless yourboyfriendcomes back to me. I bought him, and though he’s escaped me for ten years, I’ve found him.”
“Simon…” I whimpered, my body trembling as I shook my head.
Placing his hand against the wall, it did nothing to stop his descent as he crumbled to the floor. Tears instantly welled, but there wasn’t an ounce of sadness coating his features.
No.
He was seething, his jaw popping as saltwater dripped to the floor. Gripping the phone with bone-crushing force, he swiped his tongue over his canines before a deepened snarl tore through. “I’ll kill you for touching him. I’llfuckinggut you for?—”
“Mmm, look forward to it. Oh, and Liam?”
