Chapter Twenty-Seven
“F uck… you…”
Pain, searing through my chest. Aching and bruised.
“God, yes… Take it.”
The winds whip rainfall at my back. My heart is flying, leaping so aggressively that I’m dizzy.
Or it’s this fucked-up situation… Making it so I can hardly see through the fog.
“N-no…”
Pushing his legs open, I pin Byron down in the sopping leaves and dirt with my body weight, wedging myself between his thighs. It’s dark, but I can still see him, the moon’s glow and some nearby light from the house bathing him in dull orange.
He’s flushed, trembling and… nervous. His body wants it, as evident by the way he’s writhing into me, eyes hooded with lust, dick solid and stretched up to his navel, leaving a puddle on his abs.
But he’s fighting me, because he knows I might hurt him. Sure, he likes the physical pain, but he’s afraid of what I could do to him inside , and that’s valid. I knew all along it would come to this…
I’m going to lose him if I don’t… fight back.
Fight to keep him.
The last hour is a haze. I barely remember what led us here. All I know is that when he ran from me, I was overcome with the primal need to chase. To capture him, pin him down, and prove to him that no matter how badly it destroys us both… He’ll never escape me.
I won’t allow him to.
Spitting into my hand, I rub more sorry excuse for lubrication onto my cock, guiding it up to him. He’s clenching, squirming in faux-protest, moist lips parted and quivering as I lean over his slick muscles to keep him down.
“Hold still,” I breathe out hoarsely, giving a nice shove.
Despite his resistance, he swallows me right up, welcoming my body inside his.
Byron’s back arches, eyes rolling. “ Nngghh …”
“That’s it.” I drop my forehead onto his. Pushing in deeper, we groan in unison. “ Fuck , baby, so good … Open up and swallow it. Every inch…”
“Uhh!” he gasps, fingers digging into the wet leaves while I pin his arms at his sides, drilling my whole cock into him with fervor. “Fffuck, I… I’m… Mmfff .”
My heart swells at the way he’s not making any sense, subdued by the pleasure he’s trying so hard not to accept. He loves it, we both know that. Despite how cross he is with me, I just don’t understand why he refuses to admit that he’s mine.
Is it someone else?
Is that what this is??
He likes how we fuck, but he wishes I were…
“Say my name,” I growl, working in and out of him, thrusting between his legs like I’m his man, because that’s exactly who the fuck I am .
I won’t accept anything else. Fucked up or not, Byron Kang is mine.
“Mmm…” His head tips back and he bites down on his lip.
Grabbing him hard by the face, I force him to look at me. “ Say it. ”
“Fuck you,” he gasps.
Pupils dilated, there’s the purest intoxication on his face from the sensation of my cock teasing his sweet spot. His dick is huge and hard and soaking wet between us.
I know he loves this…
I slap him across the face and snarl, “Don’t fuck with me, whore.”
He purrs, blinking slowly as his chest heaves and his cock leaks. Blissed out from the degradation—the pleasure of the pain.
“You don’t have a n-name…” he croaks. “You’re nothing to me but a great— uhh fuck.”
Jaw straining, I slap him once more and he mewls. “A great fuck, hm?”
“An amazing fuck.” He shudders, body jostling with my savage thrusts. “The best fuuuck … of my… life.”
“Then say… my… fucking … name,” I seethe over his lips, gripping his throat.
Reaching up, he grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking it back hard. The sting has me squeezing his throat even harder.
“I don’t name my sex toys,” he purrs.
Squeeze. Harder.
His face is turning pink.
“Run that pretty mouth all you want, Byron… But you and I both know who owns this cunt.” I bite his bottom lip, and he whines. “Admit it. None of them give you what you need… No one fucks this pretty pussy but me.”
Pumping him with all my strength, I can tell he’s close to breaking. His muscles are tense, abs clenching. He can barely keep his eyes open.
“You’re uhh … so jealous . Aren’t you?” His grip on my hair loosens, his fingers are suddenly brushing sweetly through my damp locks.
“Baby, I will fuck you to death if it means no one else can have you,” I hiss.
Our eyes connect, gazes locked until his falls to my lips. He arches up to me and whimpers, “ Trevel .”
And then he kisses me. It’s surprisingly soft, considering how hard we’re fucking; how aggressive and angry, and fucked up this sex is. Somehow, despite the roughness , his lips feel warm and delicate. His tongue is silky, and he tastes so fucking good .
The fury has turned so sweet, from nothing more than his hypnotic kisses.
Bloody hell, I think he owns me .
“God, I want you under me all the time,” I croon into his mouth. “I want to watch your face while I fuck this hole the way no one else gets to.”
“Vi…” he cries softly, cupping my jaw. Legs open wide, he’s spread-eagle, with my cock sliding in and out of his hole, hips grinding to meet my thrusts. “V-violet… eyes … Mm baby, you’re gonna… make me…”
“Can’t hold on, can you, gorgeous?” I release his throat to kiss down it. “Is your big dick ready to burst?”
He nods fast as I grab his wrists, pinning them forcefully above his head.
“How’s this feel, love? Tell me…”
“ Uhhhhsogood . Trev… fuck me. R-right there.”
“Here?”
“Oh God, fuck yes! There there right there!”
Biting his chest, I hum, “Not bad for a sex toy, yea?”
Byron is choking as I lean down enough to capture his nipple between my lips, sucking viciously. His dick is twitching, visibly jumping every time I buck into him.
“I’m going to fuck all your cum out, fury love,” I hiss, working harder on his nipples, bruising his flesh. “I’ll fuck orgasms out of your pretty cock until you have nothing more to give…”
“P-please…”
I’m lost somewhere between lush dominance and complete bloody subservience to this man.
Wading through murky memories as my own climax winds and winds in my loins.
My balls are bound tight, smacking into Byron’s ass so hard, they’re sore.
Our bodies, slick with rain and dirt, sweat and precum, melt together beneath the moonlight and a hazy sky.
Byron sobs, then stiffens. “Oh fuck, oh shit, Trevel… I’m gonna come…”
“Good,” I pant, lacing our fingers. “Moan for me, baby. I wanna hear you…”
“Uhhf uuuck !” Byron sobs, then groans out loud, splatters of cum hitting me fast, in the abs and chest.
I watch it happening in awe, my pace easing up. Slow and steady, my hips flick, like I really am fucking his cum out. Every pulse of cum that shoots from his cock rides on the tail-end of a shallow buck.
“ Wow , By… Look at how sexy you are. Coming so sweet… so furiously for me…”
“I’m coming for you,” he repeats, delirious and shuddering. “I’m c-coming so hard for you, baby…”
“I see that.” I kiss his mouth, swallowing his moans, because they might be a bit too loud. “Mmm, my whore’s tight hole is squeezing on my big cock…”
“Come in me,” he pleads as his dick finally stops spraying.
“Ask nicely.” I bite him.
“P-please… Please , Trev…”
“Am I the only one who gets to fill your big, sexy body with cum?”
He nods fast. “Yes.”
“You’re a slut for my cum, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh…”
“God, I’m gonna breed you so deep…” Sitting back, I lift his hips, holding him up while my fucking slows.
Chills wash over me. My head drops back as I shudder and cry.
When the orgasm overtakes me, it’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. Holding Byron’s hips still, I keep myself in him as deep as possible, barely moving. His body clutches me tight while I throb and buck into him. Filling him up all the way up.
And he takes it. Like a good boy.
“You feel that?” I’m hoarse as my hands rush over him, kneading his ass, petting his slippery cock. “Mmmm… fuck , it’s in your stomach, isn’t it, hot boy?”
“ Oh … oh fuck yesss .” His fingers trailing through the cum on his abs, smearing the slickness onto his chest, rubbing his own cum onto his nipples. The sight keeps my orgasm going on far longer than I thought possible. “C-come… so… deep in me…”
“Fucking hell, Byron, you’re bloody perfect.” I drop down to lick up the length of his tired cock. It jumps up to my mouth, and I groan. “Mine, mine, all bloody mine.”
“Mhmm… okay, yes . Whatever the fuck you say, baby,” he croons, panting for air. “I’m… yours.”
Yay, I win.
Grinning, I’m fuzzy and calm. Practically sedated. Despite the chill and the cool rain hitting us, warmth seeps from my pores. The opposite of how worked up and wrathful I was not minutes ago.
It’s him… His power over me. Fighting or not, we’re enslaved to one another.
This is all I wanted… To catch him.. And now I have. So I can relax.
Blinking down at him, I watch him gazing up at me while we both catch our breath. I tug my softening cock out of his ass, scooping him up onto my lap. It’s easier than it should be, despite how bulky he is. Because he comes with me willingly. Just curls up on top of me.
Mine.
Slipping my fingers between his cheeks, I press them up to his hole.
“Hold it in,” I demand gruffly, stuffing a finger inside when I feel the wetness wanting to seep out. “Keep my cum in your gushy little hole, sweet fury.”
He forces a scowl that’s far too dazed with wonder. “Fuck off…”
“Hmm… is that any way to speak to your baby daddy?” I tease, and he growls over my lips.
“Ha ha,” he sneers. But he kisses me, and I kiss him back. “You know I can kick the shit out of you, right?”
“But you won’t,” I murmur. “Because you’re my bitch.”
Byron snarls, pushing me onto my back. “Pretty sure I fucked you first. Which would make you my bitch.”
I chuckle, and he beams down at me, unable to fight off the smile. “Fine,” I sigh. “I’m your bitch, Byron.”
He looks elated, until I add, “But you’re my prison wife.”
He narrows his gaze, though he’s still grinning. He looks radiant. As refreshed as I feel.
“Shut up, prison husband,” he croons. “Or I’ll kick you in the balls.”
“They’re empty anyway.” I shrug, and he laughs out loud.
I can’t stop staring. He’s filthy, covered in leaves, hair all tousled, with smears of dirt on his smooth skin. He looks… unreal . Too extraordinary not to be a figment of my imagination.
But he is real. He’s here, and against all odds, he actually wants me . I can barely fathom it.
Whatever we’re doing, whatever this is, I can’t give it up. I won’t.
Impending tragedy or not, I’ll die before I let this one get away.
“That felt…” My voice trails, and I swallow.
“I know,” he hums. “Pretty fucking awesome.”
“N-no… please. Stop!”
I cringe at the flash in my brain.
The way I held him down in the dirt and fucked him raw, like an animal…
“God, that’s good… Shut up and take it, whore.”
Words, deep and hushed, panted on hot breaths by my ear…
I gulp. “I didn’t… hurt you…” I take his chin in my fingers, looking him over. “Did I?”
He cocks his head. “Only the way I… sorta wanted you to.”
I slowly pull my finger out of him, using my hands to cup and massage his ass tenderly.
He purrs, then bites his lip. “You were right, Trevel. I like when it hurts too. I don’t know why, but I like to own and be owned.”
“Me too,” I whisper. “Like… partners.”
His lips twist as he nods. But it fades into more doubt.
Swallowing hard, I gape up at him, while he stares down at me, like he’s trying to make sense of everything he’s feeling. I’d love to think that he’s growing as attached to me as I am to him, but then I can’t stop remembering his words from earlier.
He needs… more. More from me.
More of me.
And I want to give it to him, I do , but…
Byron looks like he wants to say something. The feeling is mutual.
My lips part, words climbing up my throat. I’m terrified, yet desperate to finally say it to someone real, who isn’t my bloody doctor.
I want him to know…
“Byron, I… need to tell you—”
“Bad move, mate.”
The voice ripples on the edge of my consciousness. Jaw ticking, I ignore it, because no … I’m not falling for this again.
He’s not there.
Byron blinks, his eyes sparkling anticipation. “Tell me.”
“I, um…”
“We’ve been over this,” the voice speaks again, and my heart lurches into my throat, blocking the words. “They’ll never understand, Trevel. Your past is best left in the shadows.”
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath.
It’s not him. It’s not…
But then I hear a noise. Footsteps. Voices… More of them?
Byron and I both turn, peering between the trees. I see two shadowed forms, off in the distance, but I can’t make out their features… Until the lightning strikes.
“Holy shit…” Byron whispers, sitting up slowly. My eyes widen.
It’s Dr. Love and Felix Darcey.
“What are they doing out here…?” I mumble, reaching for my clothes as Byron does the same.
“Well, looks like I made it just in time.”
No bloody way…
My stomach twists as a different form steps out of the shadows. Tattered and torn, a deranged teddy bear with a mask and two swords… Alive and smirking at me.
I swallow, and he waves.
He’s back.
Leo is back.