The Flesh Cartel #6: Brotherhood by Heidi Belleau Read Free Book Online Page A

once.
Nikolai clearly wasn’t happy with that. His lips tightened and his nostrils flared. “Turn that off. Your master should never have to compete for your attention, do you understand?”
Mat rolled his eyes and slammed his hand down on the emergency stop button. “Fine. You have my full attention, Master.” He picked up the towel hanging over one handle and wiped at his face. “So what are you here for? Need to take another piss and your toilet’s eyes just aren’t as pretty as mine?”
The bastard chuckled. Not what Mat had been aiming for, but better, he supposed, than the alternative.
Mat stepped off the treadmill, wiping at the sweat on his torso. “Seriously,” he said, taking his shorts off before Nikolai could punish him for them, and then sprawling, in all his sweaty-balled glory, on the bed. “What do you want?”
“Cheeky cheeky. If I hadn’t bought you exactly for this, I’d be beating you black and blue right now.”
Mat smirked. “But you did.”
Nikolai smirked right back. “I might beat you anyway. Just for, oh, let’s say, fun.”
Maybe it’d been too long since Nikolai had really hurt him, or maybe he was just feeling extra-suicidal today, but Mat couldn’t get too bothered about the idea. He shrugged. “So what, you come for a suck?” He spread his legs wide, feet dangling off the end of the bed. “A fuck? Whatever you want, just take it and get out of my face.”
“Neither of the above. I’m here to talk to you about the visitor I’m having today.”
Visitor. Scene. Hurting Dougie. Mat’s bravado flagged for barely a second, but it was long enough for Nikolai to notice and flash him a predatory smile.
“Oh, yes. I see you remember our talk. What you promised me.”
“What I was forced to promise you.” Mat sat up straight, leaning forward over the edge of the bed. “But go on then, not like I can stop you talking.”
“Or doing anything else, either.”
Well, that dig was unnecessary. Mat was perfectly well aware of how fucking powerless he was here, thanks.
Nikolai pulled out a chair from the little table where the remnants of Mat’s latest meal—mixed greens, grilled chicken over whole-grain pasta, flash-steamed asparagus, a strawberry protein shake—sat on a tray beside a never-empty bowl of fresh fruit. He picked up a spear of asparagus and popped it into his mouth, eating it in two bites. “You remember how I said I had a colleague with a very specific fetish?”
Mat didn’t want to answer him, but he did. “Yeah.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard of those gay men who fancy themselves ‘Daddies’?”
Ugh. Paunchy dudes in their fifties and sixties who’d wanted to fuck Mat when he was still young and rangy, who’d finally lost interest in him in the last few years. “Yeah, I’ve had some run-ins.”
“Well, for this particular Daddy, you’ll have to multiply that base perversity by ten, and then add in a penchant for actual incest. Imagine how enthusiastic he was when he heard I had two brothers available for him to play with.”
Oh, God. Mat . . . did not at all like where this was going. Couldn’t help but think back to that first awful day on the warehouse floor, Madame standing over them saying, Clean him. He’d gotten out of that one lightly, he knew that now, but he’d been an idiot, thinking the other shoe would never drop. “No.”
Nikolai picked up the spoon from the tray—plastic, like he thought that was somehow safer, that Mat couldn’t drive it through his eyeball if he really wanted to—and scraped it across the plate. “It’s not as bad as all that, although I must say I’ll be keeping your reaction to that possibility in mind for the future.”
Fuck. Why’d he have to go and open his fucking mouth again? How did he let that keep happening?
“In any event, he doesn’t really want to see the two of you . . . together. He just wants to be the center of attention between you both. The father of you both. He comes home from a long day