Deadly Devotion (Soulscape #4)

Chapter 19 (updated)

"What the fuck you doing in my house, faggot?" Randall hissed in his ear. His body shoved against Alec from behind, his cock hard as steel as the man's crotch ground into Alec's ass. Randall squeezed the back of his neck harder, fingers digging into the tendons.

"Just checking out your collection," Alec murmured, his cheek pressing into the photos of Benny. "Figures you'd go for little boys. You don't have the cock to satisfy a grown man."

"Shut the fuck up," Randall hissed again. He shoved Alec's head into the desk and whispered coldly in his ear. "You shouldn't have come snooping around. Because now—I can't let you leave and go tattling to my fag-loving brother."

"What're you going to do?" Alec smiled. "Kill me?"

Randall growled harshly and yanked open one of the desk drawers. He reached inside and pulled out a small revolver and shoved the barrel hard against Alec's temple. "Maybe I will. Who's going to miss a little faggot like you?"

"The Sheriff," Alec said. "He wants to fuck me, and my boyfriend. He wants to fuck us both at the same time." A dark grin stretched Alec's lips. "And he can do it because he's got a real man's cock. Not like you, who can only handle little boys."

"Shut up!" Randall gouged his neck, his fury rising. He ground the gun barrel into Alec's skull. "I should blow your fucking diseased brains out."

"Maybe you should," Alec said. "Then no one will ever have to know what a weak man you really are. A weak man with an inadequate dick. I bet you can't even satisfy a woman. It must've been pure dumb luck that you produced a child. Luckily, Benny doesn't take after you. He will grow up into a strong man—like his uncle. He won't need to prey on little boys—he'll be able to play with the big boys."

"Shut up!" Randall ripped him off the desk and threw him against the wall.

Alec hit hard, smashing against a picture frame, shattering the glass. He grinned darkly. "What's wrong? Did I hit a nerve? You know it's true. You're just a weak-ass bastard how hides his shortcomings behind your loud mouth. You think if you talk tough, then no one will discover what a pussy you really are."

Randall clutched the gun, chest heaving and eyes blazing. "You'd better shut your fucking mouth, boy."

"So come on," Alec taunted. "Prove me wrong." He chuckled cynically. "You can't, can you? That tiny little dick in your shorts incriminates you." His dark eyes pulsated. "Too bad you and the Sheriff had different daddies. 'Cause his daddy knew how to make a real man with a big cock."

A roar of rage erupted out of Randall, and he lunged forward. "You little fuck!" He grabbed a fist of Alec's hair and slammed him down on the desk again, pinning him in place with his body. The heel of his palm shoved hard against Alec's head, grinding it into the desktop as he dug the gun barrel up under the crook of his jaw. He pushed his crotch firmly to Alec's ass. "You want to see fucking? Is that it? You think I can't handle your ass?" he grinned coldly, his breath puffing raggedly up his throat. "I'll show you cock, boy."

Randall shoved the barrel of the revolver into the back of Alec's neck and with his other hand, fumbled underneath Alec, jerking open his pants. The man's breathing kicked up as he yanked Alec's jeans off his ass then hurriedly unfastened his own pants and shoved down the front, releasing his raging hard-on.

Alec closed his eyes. Go to sleep, Zeke. I'll take it from here.

Spitting on his cock, Randall raged, "Take this!" He rammed into Alec in one hard thrust, knocking the young man forcefully against the desk. "You don't think I can fuck with the big boys, huh?" He slammed into him again and again, his thrusts hard, fast.