Page 38 of Sick Bargain

Because I want to meet his inner turmoil and whip it into something that submits to him. I care about him despite how deranged he is. I care, even though he’s hurt me and abused me, used me and shamed me. His dominance entices a sinister side of me that wants to fight—that wants to force him tomakeme submit. Against my will. Without my consent.

I’ve never had a say in anything, and apparently, I don’t want one with him either.

I reach up with slow hands, grabbing the sides of his face. His unfocused eyes meet mine, and I greet the monsters within, speaking to them instead of him. “Fuck me.”

He trembles.

“Fuck me. Right now.”

He shakes.

“Take me. Fucking own me. Fuck me hard and match your sickness to mine.”

He snarls, choking me harder.

“Keegan.” I slap his face. “Fuck. Me.”

With a roar of absolute agony, he rips his pants off and grabs my hips, positioning himself between my legs. He’s half-snapped, trying to rein in a fraction of his control. But hesitation and vulnerability make him second-guess, and the porn he was watching makes sense. He drugged me and pulled up a ‘how-to’ video. He prepped my ass while I couldn’t watch him. He kept a secret from me out of embarrassment. The elusive, dangerous, violent, and dominant Krypt is shy.

“Are you scared?” I taunt madly.

His nostrils flare and his furious eyes never look away from my ass.

“Can’t do it? Can’t fuck me like I wanna be fucked?”

“Remiel,” he growls.

“What’s the fucking point? If I’m owned by you, and you’ll cut parts off anyone who touches me, then how the hell am I supposed to live the rest of my shitty life if you can’t even fuck me how?—”

His thick, heavy cock impales me in a single thrust, forcing the air from my lungs and burning me alive with pain. He rips me open while tearing through the confines of his vulnerability, sheathing himself inside me to prove a point to himself. To me. My eyes water in pain, and whatever numbness dulled me fromthe drugs is gone now, replaced by the somaesthesia of his body wrecking mine.

“More,” I demand. “Scare me! Terrify me! Show me who the fuck you are!”

Lube squelches in my ass as he annihilates me, fucking into me so hard the feeling is almost numbing. His fingers dig into my hips, bruising and battering, but I don’t care. Because I’m sick, too, and I want him to know he isn’t alone. He practiced. He opened me up. He prepped me in secret because he’s ashamed of his inexperience. He’s triggered because of a word, and I want nothing to overpower him. Not his shame. Not a word. Not me. Krypt is a sick king, and it’s time he claims his title.

My hands fall to his shoulders, hanging on for dear life as he fucks me into the bed like a beast. I don’t know what he’s feeling, but he’s caught in a frenzy of struggles. His sickness morphs with mine, and he doesn’t know how to accept it. His body acts on instincts it never has before, and his mind hasn’t caught up to his impulses.

When he looks at me, I laugh. Crazed and pathetic, but fucking joyous. Because I’m getting fucked in the ass for the first time by a man I don’t even like, and everything hurts, but the hurt feels good because I’m so fucking afraid of it. I’m terrified and crazy. I’m wrong and right about it.

He launches off the bed, dragging me by my hair to come with him. My legs are uncoordinated as feeling returns, but he pushes me to the dresser beneath the glowing purple skull light, bending me over it and kicking my feet apart. When his dick impales me again, a dagger presses against my throat.

Fear lights me up from the inside out, and when I look in the mirror above the dresser, I see it in my eyes. It’s brought me to life. In pain and suffering because of him, I’ve never felt more revived.

“Call me sick,” he growls.

“You’re fucking sick!”

He nicks my skin and draws blood. The bead of it trickles down the side of my neck and spreads over my collarbone where he tattooed me. I watch the droplet in the mirror, tracking its descent down my skin and relishing the way he coats me in deranged paint.

“Why? Why am I sick? Say it!” He presses the blade harder.

“Because you raped me over a dead girl’s body.”

He bites me.

“Because you burned my house to the ground.”

He cuts me.

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