Page 4 of His Playmate
“You’ve done your homework, but so have I. I know who you are, Wolf Lone. You’re yakuza, but you hide behind that company as a CEO. Your son goes to a fancy private school. I know more than you want me to.”
“Is that so?”
Wolf didn’t seem bothered at all. It felt like he was playing with Diego, making him out to be a fool.
“That’s impressive, Diego.” Wolf’s finger trailed down Diego’s back, over the muscles and contours hidden under his tight shirt. “But I will get answers out of you, no matter how hard you fight back.”
Wolf ripped the thin material of Diego’s briefs apart, revealing the smooth globes of his ass.
“I don’t care what you do. You’re not getting shit out of me,” Diego said.
“We will see about that.” Wolf trailed the metal buckle between Diego’s ass cheeks, the cold making him hiss.
“So, tell me. Why have you kidnapped my son?”
Diego gritted his teeth. Wolf was persistent, but Diego didn’t want to give in. He’d hold out for as long as he needed to and get his way like he always did. “That’s none of your fucking business.”
Wolf snapped the belt hard against the tender flesh of Diego’s ass. Diego’s abs tensed, and a howl ripped out of his throat, a streak of burning heat spreading across his ass cheeks. He struggled against Wolf’s grip as he tried to handle the hot, stinging pain.
“Tell me,” Wolf demanded.
“You’re going to have to try harder than that to get me to talk, Wolf.”
“You’re a complete idiot for coming afterme.”
Diego struggled to get out of Wolf’s grip, but it was futile. Wolf had a firm hold on him, and the desk trapped Diego in place.
Wolf grabbed a fistful of Diego’s hair and slammed his face into the desk. Diego grimaced, his cheek pressed hard into the wood.
“Look at you, bent over my desk with hardly any clothes on. And you call yourself a gangster,” Wolf scoffed. “Admit it, you failed. Now be a good boy and tell me where my son is.”
Breathing hard, Diego narrowed his eyes. “I can’t wait to kill you.”
“I have no problem punishing you, Diego. Threaten me all you want. You’re not fooling anyone with that hard exterior.”
Diego glared at the wall, his nails digging into the desk. “Knife or gun, you choose.”
The smooth belt hit harder, making Diego choke. A searing, burning sensation shot through him, and he let out a groan. No matter how many times Wolf hit him with the belt, Diego held out. He grunted and writhed, but he didn’t say another word.
Diego’s need to prove a point left him in hot, throbbing pain. Wolf stopped for only a moment before turning his attention to the back of Diego’s strong thighs. Shuddering and gasping for air, Diego felt tears rim his eyes. He was trembling, and his body had endured enough of the brutal treatment. Despite that, his cock was hard and leaking semen against the remnants of his torn underwear. His pride made it almost impossible to give in.
“Answer me,” Wolf demanded.
“Fuck off. I’ll never answer toyou.”
Wolf slammed the belt against Diego’s thighs over and over again. Diego panted, his eyes lidded. His rear and thighs burned, and he couldn’t fathom how Wolf had turned him into a mess from a belt alone.
Wolf dropped the belt to the floor with a thump, making Diego flinch. At that point, Diego expected Wolf to order one of his men to take Diego out of his sight. Instead, he reached for Diego’s cock and stroked him with a firm hand.
Diego clenched his fists and shut his eyes tight, trying hard to will his hard-on away and not release. He didn’t want to give Wolf that satisfaction, but it was too late to hold himself back. He came in thick spurts with a low moan, semen staining his briefs. His head was a daze and his body slack; it felt damn good to get off.
Wolf pulled his hand away, but he didn’t say a word. Diego wondered what was going through Wolf’s mind, and what he would do with him next.
Slumped against the desk, Diego panted and trembled. The biting pain in his ass and quivering thighs seemed to get worse the longer he stayed still. He wasn’t back to his usual self yet, but he was already plotting against Wolf. Diego wouldn’t let his enemy get away with this.
CHAPTERTWO
After droppinghis bloody shirt to the marble-tiled floor, Diego looked up his nostrils in the mirror. He wasn’t bleeding anymore, but his nose still throbbed.
