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scalpel was hidden. Standing behind Angel again, he tore open the foil condom packet and slid the fine piece of latex over his cock.
    He pushed Angel down flat onto his belly and mounted him as if he were doing push-ups, supporting the weight of his upper body on his arms.
    Angel‟s arsehole was still very slippery from the abundance of lubricant and Kael slid inside easily all the way to the hilt of his cock. His heavy balls burst with a hot, burning pleasure. For long minutes he fucked Angel, in and out, in and out.
    The boy lay completely still, allowing himself to be reamed, his face slick with sweat, his cheeks flaming pink. He whimpered softly, “Daddy, Daddy, that‟s so good.”
    When he could hold back not another second, Kael allowed his orgasm to flood his groin. His buttocks and legs tightened, forcing his orgasm upward through his flat belly and muscled chest. His nipples became tiny, hard pebbles; his cock surged with thick pulses of pleasure. He dropped his full weight onto Angel‟s back, pressing him down into the mattress. “Holy fuck,” he moaned.
    “Daddy,” Angel murmured. “Daddy.”
    “What?”
    “I just love saying that word.” Angel smiled.
    How can I kill you, boy?
    How can I not?
    Beginning to recover from his shattering climax, Kael rolled off Angel and onto his back. Angel leaned up on one elbow, looking at him. With one finger, he circled Kael‟s right nipple.
    “Daddy?”
    “What?”
    “Do you have to get rid of Sven‟s body?” It was the last thing Kael had expected to hear. He had momentarily forgotten the man slumped on the couch downstairs with a bullet in his brain stem. He was surprised at the boy‟s practicality in a situation that would make most people run for their lives.
    “No. But I need to get out of here.”
    Kael looked at the blue numbers on the digital clock beside the bed: 2:35 a.m.
    “Can‟t we wait till morning? The maid doesn‟t arrive until eight.” The boy still seemed to think they were in this together. He had no idea that he should be dead by now, or that when Kael had declined to kill him earlier, it was a reprieve, not a commuting of his death sentence.
    “Was he mean to you?” Kael asked. “Your stepfather?”
    A sadness appeared in the lowered eyes. “He didn‟t love me. He only took me because I came with my mom, a matched pair. If he could have put me up for adoption, he would have.”
    Kael looked down at his nipples; the boy was pinching them gently, making them stand up.
    “He called me mean names. That can be worse than getting smacked, you know. My mom always said it was sticks and stones. But it hurt; it really hurt.”
    Kael wrapped his hand around Angel‟s head and pressed it into his chest. “I know.”
    “What‟s your name?” Angel asked, licking Kael‟s nipples.
    In the arena of work, he was never to tell anyone his name unless he intended to kill them. “Daddy.”
    Angel leaned up on his elbow again, grinning. “Daddy,” he repeated, “what‟s your real name?”
    “John Carpe. Have you ever had sex with a man before today?”
    “Yes, Daddy,” Angel said.
    Kael reached down to Angel‟s buttock and pinched it hard. The boy screamed at the pain. “What‟d I do?” he asked, obviously confused.
    Kael spoke very calmly. “Don‟t ever lie to me. I always know when I‟m being lied to. Have you had sex before, with a man?”
    “No, Daddy.” Angel‟s voice dropped very low. He frowned. “I‟ve kissed other boys, but that‟s it. How did you know?”
    Kael looked into the silver eyes. Now that Angel‟s hair was completely dry, it was very pale blond. He took in the delicate features and ran his hand over Angel‟s buttock where he had pinched him, rubbing it better.
    “How did you know, Daddy?”
    Kael looked at him. “A brand new tube of lubricant waiting hopefully in a drawer beside your bed.” He laughed out loud. “ Daddy Magazine hiding under the bed. A box of condoms with all twenty still in