My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

“He won’t do that,” Elliot whispered.

Gray’s eyes darted his way in an instant. “What?”

Fane grinned and reached for Elliot’s legs, pushing off the sheet and spreading Elliot’s thighs in wanton invitation.

Elliot groaned, struggling against Fane’s grip. “Stop it! He’s being a shit,” he told Gray, ashamed that everyone had to fuss over him.

“I’m what, you ungrateful cunt?” Fane hissed, flinging Elliot out of bed with such force his body crashed against the wall before falling on top of a stool that did nothing to breach his fall and instead delivered another painful punch with its edge to Elliot’s ribs.

“I’m sorry!” Elliot was quick to say, even though the only thing he was sorry about was that he’d ever adored Fane in the first place.

“Fuck!” Gray hissed and got to Elliot’s side, helping him up. “Should I tie you to the bed?” The suggestion was a pragmatic answer to the problem, and yet it only made Elliot more miserable.

“Oh, yes. Let him do that.” Fane rubbed his hand against Gray’s crotch. “I like how calm he always is. I’m sure I’d put a stop to that expressionless visage given enough time.”

Gray picked up Elliot and sat him on the bed, patting down both his legs. “Are you swelling anywhere? That looked dangerous.”

“No, it’s fine. Just another bruise to the collection.”

Fane sighed in exasperation. “You are useless at charming men. Haven’t you ended things with Knight? You’re free to pursue this one.” He stroked Gray’s hair even though his fingers dipped into his forehead. “Look at this pretty face. Wouldn’t you love to see it between your legs?”

Gray hauled Elliot into a horizontal position. “I’m not letting this happen again.”

Fane laughed and rolled into bed alongside Elliot. “That’s more like it. Go on. Touch him. How long are you going to watch people cleaning their own houses? Since when do paupers own this much anyway?” he asked, looking in the TV’s direction.

“Thank you,” Elliot said, avoiding Gray’s eyes. This was so humiliating. “I’m so sorry. And for that time I stabbed you.”

Fane shrugged. “Shouldn’t have been in my way.”

Gray’s pale gaze met Elliot’s as he pulled out a bundle of rope from a leather satchel resting on his hip and tied one end to the back of Elliot’s straitjacket. “It’s fine. I know it wasn’t you.”

The door flew open without a knock, so Elliot was sure it was Knight returning, but he had to sit up on the bed to see.

Fane looked up lazily as well. “I thought he wouldn’t come back until tomorrow. Maybe he wants his bed vacated for some pretty thing.”

Elliot groaned and looked at his knees. How long would Knight bear Elliot in his bed? In his room? In his life? It was inevitable that he’d grow tired of the unrewarding responsibility.

Gray let go of the rope and stood up to face Knight’s tall presence. Emerging from the living area, Knight stood still on the last step, and his gaze only briefly touched Elliot before darting to Gray’s face. “Where’s Jake?”

Gray’s shoulders relaxed. “Said he needed out. He didn’t look too good. Might be food poisoning.”

Fane chuckled, putting his arm around Elliot’s shoulders. “Look how handsome he is. Maybe I should get my hands on him after all?”

Elliot slouched with a deep sigh. He would never be free of Fane. Only now it was sinking in that he might have to live with Fane forever. One day, Fane would push him to commit some terrible crime, and Elliot would be powerless to prevent it.

“No you won’t,” Elliot grumbled quietly, angered by the sole idea of someone else touching Knight. He knew had to get over that, yet had no idea how.

“He was pushed off the bed, so I thought I’d tie him down,” Gray said.

Knight’s Adam’s apple bobbed slowly, and he crossed his arms at the front of his chest, slowly turning his head to look at Elliot. There was a tension around his eyes and neck, and just seeing it had Elliot crumbling on the inside.

“What happened?”

Elliot flinched when Fane touched his neck and spoke. “He’s a bore. That’s what happened. I swear there is no worse kind of man. You would have been much more fun, Elliot if you haven’t rejected the Lord of Muff. It was enjoyable to watch him put his mouth on your tiny manhood. How about you two reconcile after all?”

Elliot fought the shame at how useless he was and spoke, “I think watching reality TV for too long annoyed him. It’s fine.”

“Are you back now?” Gray asked. “Can I go check on Jake?”

Knight licked his lips, studying Elliot with an odd expression. Was he still thinking of the way Elliot accepted the blowjob, only to break up things five minutes later?

“Yeah. I can deal with this myself.”

Gray nodded, took the rope with him and packed his e-reader.