Pete's POV
"Khun Kinn, STOP!" I yelled from the bed.
Khun Kinn stopped his fist in midair while his other hand still gripped the collar of Vegas' shirt.
They stared at each other with rage for a few seconds saying nothing.
Then Khun Kinn released Vegas.
Khun Kinn offered his hand to help Vegas up off the floor.
Vegas ignored his hand and stood up on his own, still staring at him.
It had been a while since there was any animosity between them. Why this now, Khun Kinn?
"I entered the room because the door was half open and found Pete unconscious." Khun Kinn said.
Hmn...so Khun Kinn didn't see my supposed friend when he got here.
"I closed the door when I left." Vegas looked at me. "Pete, did anyone get in here?"
Should I say yes?
"...hard to say... I felt dizzy and passed out."
It's not a complete lie. I'm not breaking my promise...not severely, I think.
Vegas narrowed his gaze at me. Then Vegas looked at the air conditioning vent. He picked up a chair and removed the cloth he'd placed over the vent.
"There's nothing here...the so-called smoke detector is no longer here. Sanya, bastard. I'm gonna kill him. He probably came in here and took the device out."
I don't think it was Sanya...
Vegas got down quickly from the chair and hurried over to me. He took my neck and started inspecting it.
"What are you doing?"
"If he came in here and you were out, I need to know if he..." He opened my robe to inspect my torso.
"VEGAS! Close my bathrobe!"
"I have to check..." Vegas threatened to pull down my underwear
"Vegas! We are not alone!" I yelled at him desperately.
"Ow...fuck..." Vegas closed my robe immediately. "You're right. I don't want anyone to see what's mine."
"Oh really?! So how come you let everyone get in here while I'm like this?!" I scolded him. I pull my cuffed wrists.
"I'm sorry, Pete. It was Tankhun's fault. I warned him you would be furious."
"Hey, how is this my fault? You forgot Pete in handcuffs, not me."
"You came with everyone after me."
"We came to save my Pete."
"You see! You admit it!"
"Pol, get that tray for me."
"Stop you two! I appreciate the concern, now everybody out!" I yell at everyone.
As Vegas looks back at people pretending not staring at us, Tankhun looks at his pocket and then looks at me. We chat with our gazes so he keeps the chess piece in his pocket and his mouth shut. I'll look for him later to explain things.
"Okay, guys! The show is over. Let's go home" Tankhun rushes everyone out of the room.
"Hey, not you two!" Vegas points to Macau and Arm, getting up from the bed with a menacing look.
"Dammit, Vegas! The handcuffs! Release my wrists right now!"
While Vegas looks back at me, Macau and Arm take the opportunity to run out of the room faster than the speed of light.
Vegas' POV
"Won't you talk to me? Pete? I said I'm sorry! Pete?"
I tried to hug Pete, but he pulled away on the bed.
We're back home in the minor family mansion.
Pete refused to go back to the safe house. He said he would stay with Tankhun if I made him come back.
I was forced to accept his decision. Besides, I can't stand anymore being away from Pete for days until weekend comes around.
I sent Nop to bring Venice home, though I was tempted to leave him there so I could have Pete all to myself. Pete would kill me.
"Are you sorry?" Pete turns to face me. "Look at my wrists! You left me in handcuffs for another hour after everyone else left!"
"Well, I just needed more time to check for any marks on your body that were not mine. And why didn't you let me talk to Sanya?"
"Because you wouldn't actually talk to him. You were going to shoot him. You do not fool me. We still need him."
"I'm not that impulsive."
"Uh?!"
"Ok...but only when it's about you and Macau...and that little thing...maybe"
"You mean Venice...our son."
"Yeah, yeah... Can't you appreciate how obsessed I am with you?"
"Family and friends saw me almost naked handcuffed to the bed. How am I supposed to show up at the main family mansion now?!"
"Perfect! You don't have to go there."
"Idiot."
"Anyway...it bothers me that somehow Sanya took advantage of you passed out and went in the room. He's also obsessed with you."
I want so badly to get rid of him.
"He's a maniac... but for now he's doing his job."
"Maybe he sent someone, 'cause I met him at the front desk. I hate this feeling of a stranger being next to you."
"Stop it... I can defend myself." Pete holds my face affectionately. I knew he'd end up softening up on me. He can't stay mad at me for long.
"That bastard Sanya booked Arm's room next to ours. And I bet he switched orders between rooms. It's good that you're here by my side, where my eyes can follow you more closely. Are you feeling fine now? Why did you faint?"
"I don't know...I was in that uncomfortable position for so long..."
"I'm sorry for the thousandth time."
"I was very focused on finding Macau."
"Didn't I tell you he was with Tankhun and Pol?!"
"Do you think I'm an idiot, Pete? It's not possible you didn't hear moans coming from the room next door. Moans of people having sex, Pete!"
"Well... weren't they watching a movie?"
"A porn movie? Is this now the kind of movie that Tankhun makes his bodyguards watch?"
"Well...it happened before...when Porsche..."
"I don't buy it. That room was booked by Arm. Macau hasn't come back here! Nop said he went straight to the main family mansion."
"But why do you distrust Macau and Arm...?"
"I caught the two of them sleeping together on that island..."
"Having sex?!"
"No! Sleeping."
"You see! You have no proof.
"But nothing guarantees me that they haven't done it!"
"Everything leads to believe it's all in your head."
"I have my gut!"
"And if it's true, why don't you accept it?"
"Well..."
"What is the difference between them and us? Is it because Arm is a mere bodyguard? Like me?"
"No! It's not that! Of course not, Pete!"
"You don't even know why."
"Macau is my little brother."
"He's a grown man."
"It doesn't matter..."
"You are being irrational."
"If Macau is hiding something from me, I won't forgive him."
"Sometimes people hide things from each other out of fear...suspicion...or for protection..."
"You mean Macau is afraid of me?"
"...Maybe...of your reaction... can you condemn him?"
"..."
I say nothing. I don't have a good argument for that.
"And you...?!" Pete narrows his gaze at me. "Would you hide something from me out of fear, suspicion, or protection?! You're not hiding anything from me, are you?"
His eyes look straight into mine as he continues to hold my face.
"Why are you asking me this now?"
I don't know why he's asking me this. Does he suspect something?
"We made a promise three months ago...but I don't remember your answer...only mine."
Pete continues to stare into my eyes.
I can't lie looking into his eyes. The eyes are a window to the soul. How can I lie to him?!
I avoid his gaze, leaning over him to kiss his neck.
"And you, Pete...are you keeping your word?" I nuzzle his neck.
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Pete's POV
My word? My word simply depends on yours now.
I notice Vegas doesn't answer me again. He averts his gaze from mine. Why?
Will it always be a game of hide and seek between us?
Is it Vegas that shadow was talking about?
No...not just him...he said everyone lies to me.
So many secrets I have to discover by myself.
That's okay. I was already prepared for my next move.
But one at a time. Patience is a virtue that I really possess. First I need to know about the chess room.
I flip over him.
Vegas is taken aback.
I hold his neck tightly with one of my hands.
"Just don't play with me, babe..."
I can be crazy about you, but I'm not a pawn on the board to be sacrificed.
With my other hand, I feel every shapely muscle in Vegas's abs.
"Pete...I..." I feel his body shudder under mine. Out of fear or excitement?! Perhaps both?!
"What? Tell me..." I whisper to him...almost pleadingly.
"I love you. Don't forget that." Vegas says nothing more. He caresses my lips and kisses me passionately.
Through his kiss, I can feel his love for me. But I can feel something else too...some hidden feeling that I was not aware before. You did a good job, White King. You make me doubt my Black King.
But I know how to play this game...and people don't know what I'm capable of.
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Vegas' POV
I feel the pressure of Pete's hand around my neck while he warns me.
I'm not playing with you, Pete...I would never. My body trembles just thinking about losing you.
In contrast, the fingertips of his other hand gently touch my abs, bringing me an initial sensation of pleasure that only he can incite in me.
"Pete I..."
I wish I could tell you. But I can't...out of fear and protection, Pete. Never suspicion.
"What? Tell me..."
I'm sorry, Pete
"I love you. Don't forget that."
Please.
"I love you. Don't forget about that either."
I'll never forget that.
I have the urge to kiss you...as deep as I can.
Almost out of breath, Pete part our lips and takes something from inside the drawer.
"Are you sure about this? Your wrists are already bruised."
Pete takes off his pants.
Your body is hot...his face is burning.
He is wearing a very provocative black lingerie. I feel my core bulge immediately.
Pete leans against me, sucking my ear, making me shiver.
He whispers.
"Hold my hands behind my back with this." Pete hands me the leather bondage cuffs.
"This is what you like, right babe..." I obey him without question. He has control over me now.
"Make it tight." His mouth moves down my neck as I instinctively grip his wrists, not looking at what I'm doing.
Pete lifts his butt higher, making it round to be touched. My hands squeeze his soft skin.
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Am I doing fine?"
"More than fine." With my index finger, I pull the string between his buttocks, causing him to arch his back and moan.
I pull the string aside and firmly hold his hip down to give myself passage into him. As rough as he likes it.
"Ah...Vegas..."
Pete riding on top of me is a sight that drives me beyond the limit of craziness.
"You know how to look dangerously sexy, Pete...ah...fuck..."
"I don't know what you mean...ahh...ngh...hngh..."
I pull his wrists by gripping the bondage cuffs tightly. The beautiful curve of his body accentuates, making me sink deeper into him.
"You do...but only for me, Pete...promise..."
"You like making me beg and promise things...how about you?!...ah...haa..."
"I promise that you'll be mine alone, no one else's ever...even if you stop loving me. No matter what, I'll never let you go again...even if I must kill you."
"Uh? Is this supposed to sound romantic?"
"It sounds romantic to me."
"Wai-ah...wait... you will kill me...this way...Vegas..."
"You started this...haa..." I increase the pace and strength of the thrusts.
Pete isn't a loud lover.
He holds back as long as he can...which makes it even hotter as his moans force their way down his throat and out of his mouth. When Pete moans it's because he's feeling me intensely inside him...he is loving it as much as I am.
Every groan of Pete makes me grow inside him.
My mind goes blank. I feel myself twitching and pulsing inside Pete. Right after, Pete leans his forehead into my chest, panting uncontrollably. He releases his liquid over my abs.
I stroke his hair tenderly...
He returns me with sweet, wet kisses on my chest.
"You're so hot...so damn hot, Vegas."
Usually, I'm the one who doesn't want to stop. But tonight, Pete looks still hungry. I can't let him starve.
"Do you want some more, honey? Lie on your stomach."
"Mhmm..." Pete gets on his knees on the bed, resting his head on the pillow.
His small and round butt held up high is a pretty sight to behold. I feel my body reacting again.
I hold tight to the leather cuff again for more control over his body.
Dominant Pete is out of this world. But dominating Pete is my world. Pete giving himself up like this fulfill my wild fantasies...fulfill my need to have him under my complete control.
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Pete's POV
When I woke up, Vegas had already left for work. I felt his kiss on my forehead before he walked away.
I just gave him the reassurance he needed...
I took my phone.
"Hello?! I'll meet you in half an hour."
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