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I shook my head. “Just tell me so we can cut the bullshit⁠—”

“Nah-ah.” He lifted his finger before him. “You better keep that mouth of yours clean.”

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled. “Please, just tell me what I did, and I’ll fix it.”

He tilted his head, the sunlight catching the scar on his cheek and painting it gold against his pale skin.

“Unfortunately for you, not all things can be fixed.”

His words left hanging between us, thickening the air, until he checked the time on his watch.

“It seems like your shift has ended, so be a dear and clock out? I’m not willing to pay overtime for slackers.”

He moved to walk away when I reached down and grabbed his arm.

“Hey—”

His eyes jumped to mine, and while he said nothing, the look in them was of pure danger, enough to make me release my grip.

He then stepped back, brushing a hand over his sleeve as if my mere touch had contaminated him.

“Remember your place, Mr. Rivas,” he warned, voice cold. “And while you’re at it, also try remembering what got you there. It would make life much easier for you.”

16

SANTIAGO

Feeling someone pressing down on me, I opened my eyes to see pale skin glinting like diamonds under the moonlight. My breath caught, and my cock hardened, already bursting with need, precum soaking the tip. The man straddling my lap noticed, a devilish smile spreading across his plump lips as he leaned forward. Now, with said lips a breath away, I swallowed my spit, aching to have a taste. His hand slipped down my body, traveling along my skin like a coiling snake before wrapping itself around my hard cock. I stifled a moan, my body submitting to the pleasure as he began moving his fist in slow strokes. And when he applied more force, gripping me until it hurt, my balls tightened, and I bucked my hips off the bed, imagining I was thrusting into his hole⁠—

“Down, boy.”

Two little words, and I was put under a spell, one that drained me of all reasonable thought.

With my heart pounding in my ears and my cock bursting with the need to come, I was losing my mind, unable to tell between right and wrong, until he moved his hand to wrap it around my throat. His fingers dug into my flesh with brutal force, cutting off air from my lungs, and yet, my cock was getting harder. So hard it became untamable, and as he continued choking me, I thrust my hips, begging for relief. He chuckled, the familiar sound dancing on my nerves like drops of venom, turning my muscles rigid as if I were bitten by a serpent. A delicious ache slowly spread through me, settling in my cock. Feeling I was about to come, I gritted my teeth, not caring I was unable to breathe, when the roar of a motorcycle jolted me awake, and I snapped my eyes open. Heaving and sweating like a pig, I sat up on my bed, my mattress soaked with sweat.

I was hung between reality and a nightmare when that same roaring sound cut through the air again. Still in a haze, I turned aside and glanced through the blinds at the street. It was the middle of the night, and not a soul was out there, and yet, I could still hear the distant sound of a bike’s engine.

“Fuck,” I sighed, rubbing my face with my palms.

I’m losing it.

Feeling like something had died in my throat, I got up and walked over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Snatching the first thing I found—a coffee mug—I opened the tap and started to fill it when I noticed my hand was fucking shaking.

Shit.

Angry, I put the mug aside, then filled my palms with water and splashed it on my face. That whole Ariyan shit was messing with my head to the point I couldn’t even sleep now? Was him haunting me at work not bad enough? Now I had to dream about him, too? And what the fuck did I even dream of? Being choked? I truly was losing my mind⁠—

“Santi?”

I glanced behind me to see Nacio standing at the entrance to the kitchen, face puffy from sleep and eyes half-closed. Somehow, it reminded me of the time he was a little kid and ran to my room after having a bad dream.

“Did I wake you?” I asked after turning off the tap.

He shook his head. “Nah, Tess sent me to bring her water.”

So she’s here… Honestly, I was too tired to even tell him off about it and instead moved from the sink to make room for him.

“Why’re you up?”