away.
Shaw slid his hands down Lee’s arms, gripping his wrists and pinning his arms up above his head. “It’s all right. I won’t hurt you. You remember that, right?”
Lee shook like a leaf. He nodded, but a small whimper escaped his throat.
“If I let you go,” Shaw said, “you have to promise you won’t fight me. Promise?”
Lee nodded again, more slowly this time.
“There are cameras in the bungalow,” Shaw said. “I don’t know if they have sound or not, but we’re not going to risk that, are we?”
Lee nodded again, eyes wide.
“We can talk in here,” Shaw told him. “This is the only place we can talk. Fuck, I hope you remember some of this tomorrow, because I don’t want to go through this shit every day.”
All the fight had gone out of Lee. Shaw thought if he released him, he’d just slide to the coral floor.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” Shaw said. “But Vornis has given you to me for the week. He’s just a good host that way.”
Lee shuddered.
Shaw leaned closer. “So this is the deal. We act the fucking part. You with me?”
Lee was breathing heavily now. “Why are you different?”
“Not everyone’s a fucking rapist,” Shaw told him. “Instead of asking questions, you could shut your mouth and be grateful.”
Lee nodded again.
“What’s your last name?” Shaw asked him.
He stumbled over that a bit. “ Um , Anderson. Lee Anderson.”
“And what are you?” Shaw asked him. He shook his head as confusion washed over Lee’s face. “What government are you with? What agency? What were you doing in Colombia?”
Lee paled. “I don’t remember.”
“You try,” Shaw said, carefully releasing his grip on Lee’s wrists. He was surprised to see Lee kept his arms above his head. He’d been trained well. And what the hell was wrong with Shaw? Despite everything he’d just told the kid, he wanted to take advantage of that. Lee just looked so vulnerable like that, so sweet, that Shaw wanted him. He pulled his thoughts away with difficulty. “You try, you tell me, and when I’m off this island, I’ll get a message to your people.”
Shit! Where the fuck did that come from? Keep it together, Shaw ! He scowled. Information is currency, and you’ve just handed the kid a blank fucking check! Better cross your fingers he doesn’t blurt that out to Vornis.
Shaw was gambling on the fact that Vornis didn’t like his toy to make any noise except cries of pain.
Big fucking gamble, Shaw.
Lee closed his eyes. “I don’t remember. Oh God.”
“But you say anything to Vornis, and I’ll kill you myself,” Shaw told him harshly. Right before Vornis kills me . “Understand?”
Lee nodded. “Thank you.” He opened his eyes again. “Thank you.”
Thanked for a death threat; that was new. The pathetic look in the kid’s eyes made Shaw regret even trying. The kid was probably going to die here anyway. It would have been better if he’d been resigned to it. The last thing Lee Anderson needed was hope. That would just give Vornis one other thing to destroy.
“It’s okay,” Shaw said. He could feel his cock pressing into the boy’s hip. It was high time he stepped back. Shame Lee’s skin felt so good against his. Shame he liked the heat and the friction. Shame he liked the way Lee just stood there, arms above his head just waiting.
“Thank you,” Lee murmured again. He tilted his chin forward and brushed his wet lips against Shaw’s. The gentle contact coursed through Shaw’s veins like electricity, and went straight to his balls.
Jesus!
Shaw stepped back to get some space between them. Some space and some fucking room to breathe. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Wanted to,” Lee murmured, closing his eyes again.
“No, you didn’t,” Shaw said, turning his back on him and reaching for his shampoo. “It’s the drugs, and it’s something they beat into you. Get out, and go and wait by the bed.”
He heard Lee’s feet crunch in the
Shaw slid his hands down Lee’s arms, gripping his wrists and pinning his arms up above his head. “It’s all right. I won’t hurt you. You remember that, right?”
Lee shook like a leaf. He nodded, but a small whimper escaped his throat.
“If I let you go,” Shaw said, “you have to promise you won’t fight me. Promise?”
Lee nodded again, more slowly this time.
“There are cameras in the bungalow,” Shaw said. “I don’t know if they have sound or not, but we’re not going to risk that, are we?”
Lee nodded again, eyes wide.
“We can talk in here,” Shaw told him. “This is the only place we can talk. Fuck, I hope you remember some of this tomorrow, because I don’t want to go through this shit every day.”
All the fight had gone out of Lee. Shaw thought if he released him, he’d just slide to the coral floor.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” Shaw said. “But Vornis has given you to me for the week. He’s just a good host that way.”
Lee shuddered.
Shaw leaned closer. “So this is the deal. We act the fucking part. You with me?”
Lee was breathing heavily now. “Why are you different?”
“Not everyone’s a fucking rapist,” Shaw told him. “Instead of asking questions, you could shut your mouth and be grateful.”
Lee nodded again.
“What’s your last name?” Shaw asked him.
He stumbled over that a bit. “ Um , Anderson. Lee Anderson.”
“And what are you?” Shaw asked him. He shook his head as confusion washed over Lee’s face. “What government are you with? What agency? What were you doing in Colombia?”
Lee paled. “I don’t remember.”
“You try,” Shaw said, carefully releasing his grip on Lee’s wrists. He was surprised to see Lee kept his arms above his head. He’d been trained well. And what the hell was wrong with Shaw? Despite everything he’d just told the kid, he wanted to take advantage of that. Lee just looked so vulnerable like that, so sweet, that Shaw wanted him. He pulled his thoughts away with difficulty. “You try, you tell me, and when I’m off this island, I’ll get a message to your people.”
Shit! Where the fuck did that come from? Keep it together, Shaw ! He scowled. Information is currency, and you’ve just handed the kid a blank fucking check! Better cross your fingers he doesn’t blurt that out to Vornis.
Shaw was gambling on the fact that Vornis didn’t like his toy to make any noise except cries of pain.
Big fucking gamble, Shaw.
Lee closed his eyes. “I don’t remember. Oh God.”
“But you say anything to Vornis, and I’ll kill you myself,” Shaw told him harshly. Right before Vornis kills me . “Understand?”
Lee nodded. “Thank you.” He opened his eyes again. “Thank you.”
Thanked for a death threat; that was new. The pathetic look in the kid’s eyes made Shaw regret even trying. The kid was probably going to die here anyway. It would have been better if he’d been resigned to it. The last thing Lee Anderson needed was hope. That would just give Vornis one other thing to destroy.
“It’s okay,” Shaw said. He could feel his cock pressing into the boy’s hip. It was high time he stepped back. Shame Lee’s skin felt so good against his. Shame he liked the heat and the friction. Shame he liked the way Lee just stood there, arms above his head just waiting.
“Thank you,” Lee murmured again. He tilted his chin forward and brushed his wet lips against Shaw’s. The gentle contact coursed through Shaw’s veins like electricity, and went straight to his balls.
Jesus!
Shaw stepped back to get some space between them. Some space and some fucking room to breathe. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Wanted to,” Lee murmured, closing his eyes again.
“No, you didn’t,” Shaw said, turning his back on him and reaching for his shampoo. “It’s the drugs, and it’s something they beat into you. Get out, and go and wait by the bed.”
He heard Lee’s feet crunch in the
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