Beneath the Surface: Secrets of an Obsessed Heart Chapter 69 - 68

The thought of Hiro falling deeper into his taphorical well filled Raiden with a perverse sense of satisfaction. He relished the idea of sinking his claws into Hiro’s heart, embedding himself so deeply that the re thought of disentanglent would cause excruciating pain. With each passing mont, his desire for Hiro grew stronger, fuelling his determination to make Hiro his in every conceivable way.

The re thought of Hiro finally becoming his filled Raiden with an overwhelming sense of joy, so potent that it caused a subtle tremor to course through his hands. It was a mont he had envisioned countless tis, a culmination of his deepest desires and most fervent ambitions.

His heart raced with excitent. He could almost taste the sweetness of victory. It was a sensation unlike any other, a heady blend of euphoria and longing that left him breathless. He didn’t know if it was weird but he was already turned on, his dick as hard as nail, making a very visible dent in his pants which made him wonder how Hiro did not even see it.

Well, Hiro’s mind was completely occupied with thoughts of his brother...

As Raiden unfastened his belt and began to remove his jacket, preparing to retreat into his walk-in closet, Hiro abruptly blocked his path, arms outstretched. "Have you forgotten our promise?" he demanded, his gaze piercing into Raiden’s. “When we made that agreent, you promised that you would always take care of and help . You said my problems are your problems. My brother’s problem is my problem which makes that your problem too. You have to help.”

With a determined expression, Hiro stood his ground, refusing to yield until he had secured Raiden’s full attention. As he locked gazes with Raiden, the intensity of his stare was palpable, like a fla flickering in the darkness, refusing to be extinguished.

His anger simred beneath the surface, a slow burn that had been building since their ti in the hospital. Hiro had tried to broach the topic repeatedly, but Raiden had brushed him off each ti, choosing instead to focus his attention on Saika, flirting and chatting as if Hiro’s concerns were inconsequential.

Even after dinner, when Hiro had attempted to bring up the matter again in the car, Raiden had steadfastly ignored him, as if Hiro’s words held no weight. It was infuriating to be treated as though he didn’t exist, especially now, when Raiden was suddenly refusing to help.

But Hiro was not about to accept no for an answer. Raiden had made a promise to take care of him, to support him in tis of need, and Hiro intended to hold him to it. He wouldn’t allow Raiden to backtrack on his commitnt no matter what.

In Hiro’s champagne-colored eyes, there burned a fierce determination that seed to pierce straight through Raiden’s heart. He felt a sudden hitch in his breath as he found himself ensnared in the depths of Hiro’s gaze. It was as if Hiro’s eyes held the power to unravel him, to lay bare his innermost thoughts and desires.

He felt a shiver run down his spine as his dick spurted out a spurted out a stream of pre-cum. Hiro had no idea but his entire behaviour was just turning him on more.

He walked towards Hiro, a smirk dancing upon his lips, accompanied by a dangerous glint in his smoky grey eyes. There was a predatory allure to his movents, a silent promise of power and dominance.

Hiro lowered his hands, feeling his heart racing at the sight of Raiden’s overwhelming dominance. In an instant, his deanour shifted, the once fierce determination and simring anger in him dissipating into nothingness.

Before Raiden’s commanding presence, Hiro couldn’t help but feel a wave of ekness wash over him. It was as if Raiden’s sheer force of will had the power to strip away his resolve, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in its wake. The fire that had burned within him monts ago now seed extinguished, replaced by a sense of submission that he couldn’t deny.

With a calculated gesture, Raiden placed a hand beneath Hiro’s chin, tilting his head upward to et his gaze. "It seems like you’re ready to do anything for to save your pathetic brother," he taunted, his words dripping with disdain.

Hiro clenched his teeth at the insult, but he held his tongue, refusing to rise to Raiden’s bait. He knew that angering Raiden further would only exacerbate their situation.

"Not just , but Sora too," Hiro countered, his voice steady despite the simring frustration within him. "That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. He’s willing to do anything. Unlike , my brother has a wealth of experience. He can be an asset to your work. He’s diligent and hardworking. He won’t let you down, I promise."

Raiden’s smirk widened at Hiro’s words, his amusent palpable. "I don’t need your brother to work for , Hiro," he stated, his tone laced with certainty. "What I want to know right now is what you’re willing to do. Not him."

Raiden’s voice, deep and husky, resonated through the air like a commanding whisper, sending shivers cascading down Hiro’s spine. Each syllable dripped with authority, carrying an undeniable weight that seed to envelop Hiro entirely.

"I-I..." Hiro stuttered, at a loss for words, unsure of what Raiden desired. Then, a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. He rembered the one thing Raiden had always craved from him, the one desire Raiden had never hesitated to express, no matter the circumstance.

Without speaking, Hiro rose onto the balls of his feet, closing the distance between them, and pressed a kiss to Raiden’s lips.

The gesture left Raiden montarily stunned, the contact fleeting as Hiro’s lips brushed against his own before retreating.

Raiden was left unsatisfied by the brief touch of Hiro’s lips. "Again," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding.

A wave of nervousness washed over Hiro, but he knew he had to comply. Despite the trembling in his limbs, he summoned his courage and once more rose onto the tips of his toes. With a shaky breath, he leaned in, pressing another kiss onto Raiden’s lips.