Prison Island 18 (Teaser)

“Morgan,” he asked after a while, as the warmth of the tea began spreading from his belly to the rest of his body, “who are you, really?”

“Are you Karl’s spy?” The dark eyes glinted with amusement.

Francesco shook his head.

“Then forgive me if I won’t tell you.”

“Did Karl’s dad send you?” Francesco asked abruptly. He stared into his tea cup, holding it with both hands.

Morgan tipped his chin gently. “Clever boy. Pretty, too.”

He blushed and looked away. He hated himself for being such a whore, and under Morgan’s gaze, he could feel his blood rushing to his cheeks. It was enough for a man like that to pay him any mind, and he couldn’t help thinking of –

Morgan took his cup and put it down. Then, he took Francesco’s face into his hands and began caressing it with his thumbs. Francesco couldn’t help but stare into those black eyes who now seemed lit up with hidden fire.

“You are scared, aren’t you?” Morgan asked softly.

Francesco nodded.

“Abandoned kids grow up scared of the world,” Morgan added.

“I wasn’t abandoned,” Francesco protested, but he didn’t struggle. He enjoyed Morgan’s hands on him, caressing him so tenderly.

“Daddy not much home, though, right?” Morgan asked.

“I don’t really know my real dad,” Francesco said matter-of-factly.

“Let me take care of you,” Morgan said and when they kissed, it felt like dying a little on the inside.