Henrikk's Punishment: A Very Spicy Dark MM Vampire Romance by Darcy Fayton

Author:Darcy Fayton [Fayton, Darcy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

OLD FRIENDS

Asher

Asher’s head was throbbing with a splitting headache.

His cock was throbbing for a whole other reason, the crotch of his trousers drenched from his cum. He’d somehow come without touching himself, all whilst hogtied and pressed into the cold, hard floor by Henrikk.

It was a miracle that he’d gotten off at all. But he had.

And despite Henrikk’s callousness, Asher had been far away, revisiting memories of the Henrikk he used to know.

The friendship they’d shared as soldiers in their twenties.

The quiet nights beside a campfire.

The unspoken feelings that Asher had hinted at, which had never been requited.

Henrikk had only ever been interested in women then. When his interest had shifted to men, it had given Asher hope. He’d waited patiently, watching Henrikk court an endless stream of partners.

Waiting, and hoping like a fool.

Recently, Asher had realised that Henrikk wasn’t capable of love. How could he be, with the thousands of witches, vampires and wolves he’d ordered to be slaughtered to seize control?

Death was inevitable as part of the takeover. Asher had known that. But he’d believed in the power of Henrikk’s words and his fervid conviction when he’d spoken of the type of leader he would be. The promises he had made of prosperity.

And I was the fool who listened. Because I thought I knew him.

He felt the king’s hand on his back, shoving him down as Henrikk rose to his feet, his cock slipping free.

The large pressure in Asher’s ass eased at once, but he was sore from all the friction with the merciless way Henrikk had fucked him without easing him into it at all.

He was a monster.

Or just a selfish bastard?

Asher’s head fell forward, his sweaty forehead resting on the cool tiles.

How he wished to be somewhere else, in clean clothes that weren’t damp with his and Henrikk’s cum.

How he wished to be in another time, to go back and do things differently. He knew that if he was granted such an opportunity to reverse time, he should kill Henrikk.

But Asher knew in his heart of hearts that he could not.

Henrikk was the darkness that had infested him from the very beginning. Asher was resigned to be with him, one way or another.

He didn’t think he could ever bring himself to end Henrikk’s life. Not even now, after this.

This…was not how he’d pictured it.

With courtiers gossiping and staring at him in glee.

With Henrikk being less than what a king ought to be, all because he was petrified of losing power, of not being able to control every single person in his life.

Asher sniffed and closed his eyes, seeking fortitude. Fury coiled through him, but it had no bite. It was like a toothless snake, sinuous and undulating as it wound around inside him.

Henrikk was speaking. Triumphant words of no consequence except to frame the encounter favourably whilst making the audience laugh at Asher’s expense.

Asher’s ears burnt hot. He was embarrassed.

He was embarrassed for his friend, and sadness tightened his throat as he lifted his head to watch Henrikk.

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