A Brush With The Devil - Page 14

Nine

Misery Loves Company

Gray

I don’t know why I just haven’t snapped his neck yet. The more the night goes on, the more I’m wondering if I’m enjoying his bullshit in some weird way.

I guess it’s because I’ve been feeling lonely lately, but even that doesn’t explain why the hell I let him come in.

I could have stopped him at the front door. I could have even stopped him outside the bar, but there was just something about Lakyn that held my attention—even if it was just for the slightest of moments.

It makes me feel sick, honestly.

It makes me feel like I’m betraying Penn more than I already have by letting this maniac fuck me.

I did it for us, though.

So that he would leave us alone after he got what I thought he wanted and I could go back to wallowing in my misery while I take care of my masterpiece.

No. Penn doesn’t deserve this shit and neither does Aiden, I tell myself as I shake my head and finally walk into my home again.

I find Lakyn lounging on my couch like he owns the place, feet up on my fucking coffee table, and arms crossed behind his head. As I begin to make my way toward him, I can see the smirk starting to curve up the corners of his mouth, and it makes me angry.

He thinks this entire thing is a joke.

That he can just walk into someone else’s life for a night, fuck it up, and keep moving.

Not this time.

Not anymore.

“Get up, you piece of shit,” I growl as I reach down and pick him up by the collar of his shirt.

The grin never leaves his face—if anything, it widens and I can feel myself starting to sweat.

With the nonchalance of a nun picking up her rosary, Lakyn reaches a hand forward and grabs my dick.

To my surprise it makes me hard again.

No way.

“Fuck off,” I grunt, giving him a shake, but he doesn’t ease up. Instead, he tightens his grip and licks his lips.

“You need to learn to loosen up, kid. This could all be over if you’d be willing to let me play

with your toys.”

“I gave you what you wanted,” I shout at him, giving him another shake. “I let you fuck me! You said that you would leave after that!”

Lakyn scoffs, sucks his teeth, and let’s go of my dick. “Yeah, well I changed my mind when I saw what you had upstairs. Let me play with them, Gray. I’ll even let you watch,” he says with what I assume he thinks is a sexy smile.

I see red, then black.

The world seems to be caving in around me so I do the only thing I can to keep myself in the moment.

I headbutt the fuck out of him and drop him back on the couch, bruised, a little bloodied, and barely clinging to consciousness.

Instead of throwing him out like a normal person would, the artist in me feels like creating.

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