Page 34 of Sick Bargain

His nostrils flare. “Show me what’s mine,” he says in the same tone he said it the night of initiation—dark, deranged, authoritative.

This time, I’m not covering my crotch. I grab my hard cock in my fist and stroke it slowly for him to watch. I kick my pants offwith my shoes and don’t feel ashamed of the bead of precum that drips from my tip. I’m crazy enough to be beyond aroused right now. Sick with it.

“Come here.”

I step between his legs, my cock level with his upper chest. He looks up at me as he leans forward, tongue swiping the tip to get a hit of me. My breath shudders out of me and my abs all coil in need. Krypt swallows, the roll of his throat even sexier now that I’ve left a mark on his skin there.

Wordlessly, he grabs the back of my legs and lifts me onto his lap. My knees rest on the bench beside his thighs, and my ass sits on the material of his black pants. Something sinister comes alive within me, straddling the devil like I have any right to be here. His cock juts against mine, warm and heavy and wet. I’ve never had anything in my ass before, and I’ve never craved it, but right now, I want him to hurt me. I want him to fuck me dry and make me bleed. I want to die on his dick and start my trip to damnation while he soars into euphoria.

I want to be afraid.

“Fuck me,” I beg.

His eyes widen and his monsters thrash. He wraps his fingers around the side of my neck and uses his thumb to tilt my chin, keeping my face right in front of his. I’m grinding on his lap, trying to entice him into splitting me open, but he’s not taking the bait. He looks dangerous… but unsure.

“Wrap your hand around us,” he demands, calm but on edge, never looking away from my eyes.

I bring us both into my hand, rolling our cocks together and spreading slick precum all around us. I’ve never felt so empowered, and it’s a strange sensation because I’ve never been so weak. I pump my fist, rubbing us together with spit until his breathing picks up and his eyes intensify even more.

Keegan has always been hard to hold eye contact with, but right now, as Krypt, I can’t look away. I’m a prisoner to his gaze and a slave to his demands, and I’ve never wanted to be anywhere more than I want to be right here. Because I don’t have to think when he does the thinking for me.

“When I fuck you,” he starts, voice abrasive and raspy, “there will be no timeframe. No limits. No fucking windows where the world can see what’s mine. Your body is meant for me andonly me, Remiel.”

“Fuck,” I moan, not even sure why I suddenly love his unwarranted possession.

“And next time, when you beg me to fuck you, you better do it without the suicidal thoughts. Because I will fuck you within an inch of your life, but I’ll always drag you back. You can’t escape me. Not even death’s cold clutches will rip you from my hold.” He tightens his grip around my throat and my hips rock with the motion of my hand, rutting against his cock as ferociously as I can, crazed because of his words and insane because of his body. “You made a deal with a devil, hero, and now you live in my hell.”

“Oh, fuck,” I groan. My eyes don’t flutter and my gaze never wavers. I watch him and his monsters as pressure fills my head and pleasure fills my body. My cock hardens, throbbing cum to coat his dick in sick relief bred by fear, shame, and new desires. The orgasm is intense and slow, a buildup of pressure and the downfall of my restraint. I come all over him, staining his shirt, slicking his abs, and wetting his hard cock. “Krypt,” I moan.

When he violated my throat over that dead girl’s body, his heart didn’t even speed up when he came. This time, at the sound of his name in my pleasure-soaked voice, his breath hitches and his heart pounds hard beneath my hand. Those monsters in his eyes all surge at once, and I’m so terrified they’re going to break loose that another spurt of cum shoots from my dick to join his. His cock throbs in my fist, the head butted rightup against mine. I want to look down, to watch him come, but he tips my head back and licks me from throat to lips before kissing me so hard I see stars and almost fall off his lap.

When the worst of it has faded and all that’s left are aftershocks of tainted bliss and swelling shame, he rips his lips from mine and grazes his teeth over my jaw. “You’ve done it now, Remiel.”

“Done what?” I’m breathless and boneless.

“Woken me up.”

I should be more scared of that than I am.

14

YOU TRUST TOO EASILY

REMIEL

We’re trappedbetween two of my demons. Ahead of us, Reeven Matterson stands on a stone platform on the edge of the Moros cemetery, conducting a midnight mass for his brainwashed followers. We’re supposed to be here for him, but behind us, slinking in the shadows of tombstones and crypts, Gregory Malone stalks me like he always does. This night was supposed to be about Matterson’s planned disappearance, but we drew Malone’s attention by accident. Or I did, because Krypt is concealed and Malone doesn’t know he’s with me.

For years, he’s been stalking me. Trying to tip me over the edge and speed my path to suicide. He taunted my younger brother so hard and for so long that he hung himself just to get away from the creep. He’s a sick bastard who thrives on controlling others, and for some reason, he’s taken our family curse as a challenge. Soren thinks it has something to do with our mom and a shared history between her and Malone, but I don’t know. He wants me so twisted up that the prospect of living becomes unbearable, and the other night, when he stalked me through the streets with my brother at his back, I almost submitted to it.

I ran to Vile House instead, knowing it was my last chance to protect myself from suicide and take matters into my own hands. To die by a hand that is not my own.

“Why was Soren with him?” I ask the darkness Krypt is crouching in. “The other night, he was with Gregory Malone when I came to Vile House, but all ten of you were there when I said my name. I don’t get it.”

“He’s not called Ghost for nothing,” Krypt says through his mask. “He has the ability to move from one place to the next without anyone noticing.”

“Why was he with Malone, though?”

“Malone haunts you, and Ghost haunts him. Your brother wasn’t stalking you. He was protecting you.”

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