Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 579

Chapter 579: Deamon’s Passion
And then he walked over to him, “Its not her you want, is it? In fact, you have never wanted a woman… just ME!!!”

Deamon frowned at this. “Dylan! what are you doing? We are supposed to find the Prince.”

“Oh, but the prince can wait a little while longer. After all, its not like its the end of the world.” Dylan walked gently towards him. His steps were fairly measured as he approached.

“I know you thought I wouldn’t notice. Ever since we were little, and I saved you from those bullies that day. It was not just gratitude you felt that day. It was longing. In the miserable existence that has been your life. For the first time ever, you felt it. You felt… Seen!”

Dylan maintained eye contact with Deamon, as if he was trying to see through him and uncover all the deep dark secrets that he had kept so hidden to his heart.

“…You felt heard, and that sparked desire inside you. For years on end you had lived in my shadow. Not because You were afraid. But because you did not want to leave. You were far smarter than me, and i made the most stupid decisions, but you were always there. Willimg to take the fault, take the beating on my behalf, every time, again and again… not because you wanted to, but because you…” he paused a bit, his fingers sliding against deamon’s, teasing his skin for a response, “…loved me.”

Deamon felt his breath seize a bit, and he took a step back. “Not now dylan. We have issues to settle. we have…”

“….Shuusssssh!!! I knew. I always knew. When We were little boys and we would hold each other in cold nights for warmth. I knew. You always wanted me to hold you tighter. After all, it was the only opportunity you would get to feel my body against yours.”

Dylan pushed Deamon against the wall, as he leaned in. And in Deamon’s mind, he could feel his world freeze up.

For so long, he had held back. For so long he had to hold it in. He knew that Dylan did not swing that way, and even if he did, he would never be the one that he would choose. The reason was because he could clearly see it in his eyes.

It was clear as day. While he looked at Dylan like a partner, Dylan looked At him like a brother, and in some cases, even a rival.

Deamon was disgust by it, but the pull of love led him all along, and he did both incredible and insane things for Dylan. All to preserve the opportunity of loving him—close but still so far away—it ate him deep inside.

The worse part was that Dylan was ever the muscle brain to ever notice.

“That’s why you did it, isn’t it?” Dylan asked, his lips, brushing against Deamon’s ear. “That’s why you challenged me that day. You knew as i was, that if I was to face the prince, I would die. And even if he did not kill me, then his army would. They would hate me and I would die a gutter’s death.

Oh! how it must have hunted you…sleepless nights to have hurt me the way that you did. Even killing the little beast boy, Mitch, before my eyes to prove your resolve. You became the Villain so that I could have peace.”

As Dylan talked, Deamon found himself staring at the wall, tears, gathering at the corner of his eyes, threating to fall down his cheeks.

He wanted to push Dylan away. He wanted to say that it was a lie. But how could he? he had been so lonely for so long and had even sacrificed the opportunity to love as he wished. And now, the only person he had loved for all of his life was seeing him.

He was returning that same love to him. Deamon could feel that his emotions were high and getting out of control. his cold heart that he had kept frozen for so long was finally seeing the light, and the ice melting away.

He found his fingers, returning the gesture, lightly stroking on Dylan’s bare skin.

a light touch and those cold nights of warmth all came flooding in. It was true, he had missed him so much. So much that he had wanted to jump and embrace him after so long but had to keep the demeanor of a boss.

And even when he had been advised to kill dylan, he knew deep down in his heart that he couldn’t.

He absolutely couldn’t. This was the reason why killing the fox girl had been easy. the love he had come to feel from her was nothing compared to his burning hunger for Dylan.

And even right now, that hunger was on the rise.

Dylan looked down a bit, “ahhh, finally, he rises to the occasion.” kissing him slowly, gliding his fingers down Deamon’s body, Dylan went on his knees.

he loosened Deamon’s pants. There it was, hard as a rock to the praise of his teasing.

At this point, Deamon’s fingers ran through Dylan’s hair. He wanted him. He wanted him bad, and he pulled him close, enjoying as Dylan took his member into his mouth.

The warm feeling, the tease, the mouth wetness, and the satisfaction. All came together in a blend that instantly brought him immense pleasure.

It was so good that the tears he had held back for so long fell down his eyes. This was all he had ever wanted to. to be loved by Dylan like this.

The ecstasy was so intense that he could no longer hold back, shooting all of his load in.

Dylan rose to his feet, wiping the side of his mouth. Evidence to Deamon’s passion. And then he whispered. “Now its my turn!”

Dylan flipped him against the wall, and Deamon subconsciously arched his waist in expectance. After all, he could already feel Dylan’s hardness against him.

At such a time, Chiron turned to Manu Madayaki, “it would seem that I’ll win this one…”

(Author’s note: If you are scared, it is understandable…. LOL (laughs in Evil)…)