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“Because you gave me no other choice but to want you! Because your sickness calls out to mine and makes me feel alive! Because whatever lives in your eyes is so fucking alluring to me that I’m even sicker than you are.”

“Ahhh!” he snarls in my ear and drops the knife. He fucks me from behind, his skin slapping off mine and his cock battering my insides. I can’t even tell if it feels good because the pain of it intensifies my insanity, turning me so dark I barely recognize light. Fisting a hand in my hair and pulling hard enough to crane my neck back, he runs his teeth over the side of my neck. “Call me sick,” he says again.

Whoever called him sick in the past implied it as an insult, and I’m not going to do that. I push my ass back and buck him off, turning as he falls over his discarded shirt. He growls at me, but when he tries to get up, he stops himself. Because, once again, he’s proving a point. I’m the one going to him. I’m the one giving in to everything he’s thrust upon me. I’m the one being warped and shaped by his unforgiving hands, and I’m stalking towards him like I want more.

Because I do.

He stays on the floor, watching me from below with wild eyes and unruly hair. I don’t know when I got my coordination back,but I’ve never felt more powerful. The tingles in my legs as they regain feeling create sparks of want within me, a necessary evil I’m eager and willing to consume. I stalk him, stepping on either side of his hips. His hands land on my calves and buckle my knees, forcing me to fall to his lap.

I grab his dick and position it at my entrance, eyes on his the whole time. Because while I’m afraid, I relish the fear he brings forth in me. “Whatever makes you sick is so fucking twisted that it heals me.” I sink down on his cock, mixing pain with agonized bliss and confusion because I hate it and want it together. Krypt cries out in angry pleasure. “I need it,” I tell him as he sits up to latch his mouth to my chest, sucking more marks into my skin and fucking me from the bottom. “I need your sickness more than I need anything. Fucking give it to me, Krypt.”

He pulls me down and thrusts upward, shouting through his orgasm. Warmth spreads inside my broken hole, but it feels so good and so overwhelming that I slide against his abs, rubbing my cock all over him. When he bites my nipple and damn near breaks my hips with his hands, I bury my face in his hair and lose myself to his sickness, coating us both in cum.

Because at least it’s on my terms. Thisonething.

15

FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE?

KRYPT

Remiel is drugged again,but this time it’s keeping him calm. The sun is barely up, but I hauled his broken and abused body through the tunnels, and when we got to the asylum, Director gave him something to keep him subdued. As his body and brain are being scanned and Director is watching the screens, Ghost glares at my back so hard that I finally turn around to glare right back at him.

“Something to say?”

“Take it outside,” Director snaps at the two of us.

I push past Ghost and exit the room, walking down the empty hallway until he shoves me into the stairwell. We aren’t masked, so right now, we’re Keegan and Soren, and we have to be careful, but fuck him if he thinks I’m going to buckle under his glare.

“What’d I tell you if you raped my brother again?”

I need a joint. “I didn’t rape him.”Only with my fingers.“He asked for it.” And fuck, it was marvellous. I couldn’t tell if I was breaking or healing, had no idea what I was doing, but Remiel asked for sickness, and I fucking gave it to him.

“Remi?” he scoffs. “Remi asked to be fucked that hard? He asked for all those marks on his body? He asked to be sliced open by your blade?”

“Begged.”

Ghost bristles, trembling so hard the railing he’s leaning on rattles. “So help me fucking god, Keegan. If you?—”

“You never know when to shut your mouth, do you?” My brother walks into the stairwell and butts his chest against Ghost’s. “You think you have any say here?”

Ghost and Riot, currently Soren and Killian, square off, and whatever simmers between them isn’t any of my business, nor do I give a shit. I leave them there and get back to Remiel, who is just being helped off the table. I try not to snarl at the nurse who touched him; she should be losing a finger by my rules. He’s a bit wobbly, but it should wear off soon.

“You good?” I ask him. The words feel strange and come out too fast. Holding him up, I keep his gown closed. Like fuck anyone else in this place is going to see the ass that now belongs to me.

“What’s this for?” he asks. “Did you break me last night?”

I sit him down on the examination table just as Director walks back into the room. Remiel doesn’t know he’s Director, though. “Hi, Remi. I’m Dr. Cooper.”

“I know who you are. Lab scientist… doing scans?” Remiel asks, skeptical. “Why am I here?”

“Because your mom cut you open and we’re making sure she didn’t leave anything behind,” I blurt out.

“What?” He gasps, looking at me before swinging his attention back to Director. “Leave what behind?”

“By now, I’m sure you’ve noticed that your mother is… acting a bit out of character.”

“Uh, yeah. Sometimes. My brother told me to stay away from her.”

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