KinnPorsche The Series: Vegas x Kinn

Caught

"Don't worry. I am going to hurt you quite a bit," the voice said mockingly. 

Kinn's eyes widened behind his blindfold. "Vegas." 

Vegas laughed maniacally. "Yes, it's me." 

Kinn's body tensed as he smelled leather. He'd heard about Vegas' proclivities, but didn't think he enjoyed them with his enemies as well. 

The flat edge of a leather crop slid down his naked back softly. He was on a bed with his hands tied behind his back with leather cuffs. He struggled against them now as he tried to get away from the touch of leather. 

"You can run, but you can't hide," Vegas mocked in perfect English. His voice was deeper in the foreign language and made him sound darker than usual. Kinn really needed to get the fuck out of here. He cursed himself for meeting his new business partner alone. 

He took stock of his surroundings and felt a disturbance to his right. He kicked out both of his legs with all his strength, but instead of hearing his feet connecting with flesh, he felt hands shackling him to the bed. Was that a spreader bar? 

He kicked with all his might in his humiliation, but Vegas just chuckled quietly to himself like a psycho. 

Kinn thrashed on the bed and growled in frustration. "Ti uccidero!" Kinn yelled behind him. I will kill you. 

Vegas' hand traced Kinn's shoulder blades, feeling the strong muscles underneath. The fair skin was flawless unlike his own. His was full of scars inside and out, courtesy of his father. Vegas' nose flared in anger at the thought of him and raised the crop high. 

He hit Kinn's upper back hard. The crop immediately leaving a red mark on Kinn's pale skin. 

Kinn cried out in pain. He took quick breaths as he tried to dispel the pain. Even that small cry hurt his pride. His bodyguards will track his phone and then he will put two bullets in Vegas' brain and throw him in a ditch somewhere. 

His body tensed for the next blow, but it didn't come. Instead he felt the gentlest touch. Almost as if Vegas had left the room and let someone else come in to soothe the bite of pain. But no. He was still there. Kinn could feel him. His presence was dark and overwhelming. It sucked out the light and oxygen out of any room, leaving people feeling uneasy and suffocated. 

Kinn felt hands slide down his back. One rubbed where the mark from the crop must be in soothing circles. He touched for so long, Kinn almost spoke, but then right when he relaxed he felt another bite of pain on his waist. 

This time it hurt, but there was a heat left behind. A heat that slowly spread to other areas of his body. What the fuck?

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Kinn demanded. "We're fucking cousins, asshole."

Vegas took hold of the spreader bar and flipped Kinn to his back, manhandling him easily. Kinn tried to shake the blindfold loose by shaking his head from side to side, but the tight sailors knot made sure it stayed put. Kinn growled in frustration. His hands bunched behind his back and he ripped at the sheets angrily. 

He stopped when he felt fingers brush his earlobe to touch his earrings. One hand gently stroked the sensitive skin even as the other ripped the blindfold off. 

Kinn blinked rapidly as he tried to adjust himself to the darkness. He looked around the unfamiliar room and almost rolled his eyes. Why Vegas insisted in sleeping in rooms that looked like a vampires lair was beyond him. 

The dark room was only lit by a red light that made the room seemed smaller and darker than it was and made Kinn feel like he was in the eighteenth circle of hell.