A Hunger to Share ( Book Two )

chapter 33

Artyom 

Germany      

The knock on the door made him look up from the paperwork scattered on the desk. It was probably Hans since tonight was James's night off.

"Come in." Artyom ran a hand through his tired face. He couldn't wait to be done with this boring work so he could go back to James, and fall asleep beside his boyfriend.

"Hey mon cher."

Artyom stared at his psycho ex, frozen with fear. Why was he here?

Mathias strode towards his desk, and leaned against it, running a finger along the leather surface. "I wonder how many times you bent James over this, and fucked him." His eyes glowed with sadistic pleasure.

Artyom stood up so abruptly he almost sprained his ankle, and sent his chair flying. He grabbed Mathias's collar in his fist over the desk. "I told you I'd kill you if I ever saw you again."

"I never forget a thing you tell me darling." Mathias stared at him.

Artyom dragged him over the desk, sending papers flying, and pinned Mathias against the wall of his office, fingers inches from ripping into his chest, and taking out his useless, black heart. "Any last words?"

"Will you let me suck you off?" Mathias smirked and grabbed Artyom's wrist in an iron grip, pushing it back from his chest.

Artyom ripped his wrist out of his fingers, and grabbed his neck this time, squeezing tightly.

Mathias licked his lips. "Yes choke me. You know how much I love it when you're rough."

Artyom tightened his hold on Mathias's neck, gritting his teeth. "You disgust me."

Mathias's twisted smirk grew wilder. "You make me hard."

Artyom was itching all over to kill him, but the rational part of him knew it was a stupid move. James wasn't here. If Mathias had gotten to him...

"Where is he?" Artyom growled in his face.

"Oh I missed that sexy growl. Do it again." Mathias whispered. He put a hand on Artyom's chest, and moved it down, grabbing his crotch.

Artyom's skin crawled with revulsion. He could feel himself nailed down to that chair again, forced to watch Thomas bleed to death in front of him, back ravaged, beautiful face twisted with agony.

Artyom felt sick to his stomach, but he didn't stop Mathias. He needed answers. "Where. Is. James?" He asked again, anger, and terror eating through his soul like acid.

"I don't want to talk about him. Let's talk about us." Mathias's other hand moved to Artyom's hair, fingers locking in the blond strands. He burried his face in Artyom's neck, and inhaled. Fangs grazed his skin. "I've missed you so much."

"Tell me where James is, or I'll break your fingers, and then every other bone in your body." Artyom whispered in his ear.

Mathias nibbled on Artyom's lower lip. "So romantic."

"Last warning Mathias."

They stared at each other until Mathias finally gave in, and rolled his eyes. "Your boy is safe, unless you kill me..."

Artyom let go of his neck, and pushed him back. His throat was badly brused. If he, or any of his people laid a hand on James again...

Mathias saw the raw terror in Artyom's eyes, and smiled, running his hand over his chest. "Don't worry, you know I like it when you hurt me."

"I want proof he's Ok."

"Alright grumpy. Here." Mathias reached into his back pocket, and handed Artyom his phone.