Kavinsky whimpered, fingers white-knuckle against the wall as his eyes fluttered with pain and pleasure. Yeah, the talk was real good. He didn’t think John would do it, if only because other men had threatened the same thing before and never followed through on it. But this was Hell. Maybe he’d finally found someone sick and cruel enough to take him apart.

If he had a comeback, he was too fucked silly to make it. There was a reedy string of Bulgarian, though, caustic and needy.