Page 44 of Sick Bargain

I almost smirk when he looks insulted. Does my hero want to be taken? Does he want me so ravenous for him I can’t contain myself? He must, because he purses his lips together and sits back on his heels, deciding for both of us.

I force my thumb between his lips and hook it over his bottom row of teeth. Pulling down until his jaw cracks and his teeth indent the pad of my thumb, I offer him a smile. A real one. One that usually makes people cringe. Remiel doesn’t cringe. He doesn’t look away either.

“Okay, hero. Have it your way.”

I push the head of my cock to his lips, and when he reacts by flinching, I force it all the way to the back of his throat. It’s dry, so it hurts a bit, but he coughs around me and slobbers all over it. With my hand on the back of his head, I thrust my hips and take what’s mine. What he so willingly wants to give me without admitting it to himself. The constriction of his throat and the scrape of his teeth accompanies the warmth of his mouth, and it feels so good I close my eyes. My inner monsters rattle my brain, wanting to see our sinister hero on his knees for us.

“You like to be taken,” I state, but he doesn’t have control of his tongue to answer. “And you want to be ashamed of it, right? You want to hate yourself for being raped and liking it.”

He pulls back. “I didn’t like it!”

“No?”

He hesitates. “Not the first time.”

I watch him for a second, admiring the truth. He opens all on his own, granting me entrance to his mouth. I push in until he gags.

Outside my bedroom door, the sound of shrieking and screaming drifts up from the basement’s cells. The soundtrack is almost as nice as Remiel’s cello music, and when I look down at him again, fear clouds his eyes, somehow making them brighter. He comes alive while afraid, and it charms my darker parts, daring them to come forth and scare him even more.

I hit the light switch, bathing my bedroom in darkness. Remiel whimpers, trying to back off my dick, but I hold him there until he chokes around me. When he chokes so hard his body buckles forward, I let him off.

“What—who was that?”

“Open your mouth.”

His glossy eyes reflect the purple glow of my neon sign, illuminating the spit dripping down his chin. I swipe my thumb through it and loosen my hold on my inner demons, granting them just a little freedom. Remiel notices, and his throat rolls with a heavy swallow. He opens his mouth, and his hand lands on the crotch of his pants, rubbing.

I circle his lips with the tip, mixing precum with his drool. He’s beautiful down there, so broken, yet powerful. And he’s a liar. Because he’s not tempting me into murdering him. He’s bowing before me because he fucking knows I own him. Remiel was born and bred in Moros, but until I saw his ID the night of our bargain, I didn’t know he was a legal citizen. There’s a need inside me that wants to wipe him from the face of the earth and turn him into a phantom soul only I control. I want him to be my secret, my saviour, and my downfall. Because I’ve always been sick, but Remiel makes me sicker.

“Lick.”

Remiel moans, but it sounds conflicted. His tongue swipes the tip of my cock, making me tremble. “You barely even reacted the first time. What’s different now?” His lips run down the length of me, and when he licks from base to tip, I inhale deeply to tame myself.

“You are,” I tell him.

“Krypt, I?—”

The sound of a siren echoes through Vile House, and if I thought I stood a chance of taming myself before, I definitely don’t now. My eyes meet his, and something malevolent fills me.

I smile at him.

16

WE HUNT

REMIEL

A siren wailsthrough Vile House, and just as I glimpse Krypt’s deranged eyes, the power cuts off and darkness hides them from me. The red glow of an emergency light dims the space a moment later, and I tremble at the unknown.

“What’s happening?” I try to stand, but Krypt grabs my hand and wraps it around his cock. “What’s going on?”

Hoots and hollers come from deeper in the house, and a few human howls send chills up my spine. Things bang and doors slam, and Krypt grows impossibly harder in my hand. I try to ask again, but he grabs the back of my head and forces his cock down my throat until I’m suffocating while he comes. He doesn’t pull out until fear and a lack of oxygen make my eyes flutter, a second away from passing out.

I suck in air, gasping and gagging. “Krypt! What’s happening?”

“I brought you a surprise, Remiel,” he says, his voice once again jittery. “It’s time to make good on the first name on your list.”

Reeven Matterson. The leader of the Matter Cult. I gulp. “What do you mean?”

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