Page 137 of Bad for Me

“So, you’re telling me that for over two years, I’ve been grieving, confused and broken, wondering why the love of my life left me after promising forever, only for you to stalk me and keep tabs on my every move?” His body starts to tremble, and his eyes water with angry tears. “I was alone and suffering while you kept tabs on me all this time. How is that fucking fair?” His voice rises until he’s yelling the final words, his fury palpable. “You’re the one that left me! You abandoned me after promising forever. You broke me and didn’t even have to suffer like I did!”

“I’m sorry, Sunshine!” I say, grabbing for him, a pained sound ripping from me when he pulls from my reach and walks away from me. “I didn’t have a choice! I didn’t want to leave you, but our parents forced me.”

He stills, every bone and muscle in his body seeming to freeze solid. “What?”

The word is spoken so softly that I almost don’t hear it.

“What did you say?” he asks, turning to look at me over his shoulder.

“They saw your bruises and decided I was abusing you, and we needed to be separated. They said I either left to work with my uncle, or Dad and Marry would send you away. I tried to fight my dad. I told him we would run away together, but he reminded me about all our enemies. How dangerous it would be for us to go out on our own without the protection of the family,” I explain, hoping he’ll understand. “They said they would send you away if I ever came back without their permission. They had all these plans in place, ways to keep us apart. I tried to find a way to defy them, but there was nothing I could do. I didn't want you separated from your mom or out from under my dad’s protection, so I chose to go. I was going to say goodbye to you but again they refused. They believed I was hurting you. That I was a danger to you. They thought they were doing what was best for you.”

"But you weren't abusing me. I like it when you hurt me. When you mark me," he whispers, and I heave a sigh of relief when he lets me hold him again.

"Yeah, you do. But they don’t know that.” I kiss him softly and continue. “I made him swear to protect you. I told him if he didn’t send me a daily update, then I would come home and kidnap you, fuck the consequences. I left, but I never once stopped thinking and caring about you. I was gone, but you were still mine. You will ALWAYS be mine. No amount of time apart will ever change that."

Ashby shivers in my hold, pressing his lips to the bare skin of my chest, just visible between the open buttons at the top of my shirt. "Now that you know I wasn't the one that was kidnapped, are you going to leave me again?" His hands fist my shirt tightly, and I hear the fabric tear.

"No, Sunshine. I’m never leaving you again, I swear it."

He heaves a heavy sigh of relief and blinks up at me, his big blue eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Good, because I need you." His words make my cock swell so fast my head spins. I know he can feel it pressing into him. He moans and grinds against me before freezing. “No, wait, I didn’t mean like that. We have to find Atlas.”

I grumble and yank his head back, exposing his neck and making him look at me.

“Are you saying you don’t want me?” I ask, moving my free hand to brush over the very obvious bulge tenting his sleep pants. “This tells a different story.” I circle my thumb over the head of his cock, humming in pleasure when the pants grow wet and Ashby moans. He pushes up into my hand, his mouth opening and closing without any words coming out. “Oh yeah, you want it. You try to hide it, but I know what a little slut you are for me, so desperate for my touch.”I slip my hand inside his pants, growling when I find him bare beneath. “Oh baby, you’re already ready for me. You better not have been getting hard for someone else."

"No, Storm," he whines, and I squeeze him tight. "I... I promise. There's no one but you. Only you. Always you. But…"

"That’s right,” I cut off his protests. “You. Are. Mine." I stroke him with every word, loving the way his breathing grows ragged. "Fuck, it’s been too long since I’ve held your pretty perfect cock in my hand."

Before I left, we had played with each other, just two kids learning about our bodies and how to please someone else. It never went beyond mutual masturbation, hand jobs and, my personal favorite, frotting. The first time we'd done that, rubbing our cocks together until I’d come all over our shafts and belly, it woke something inside me, something primal and dark. Covering him in my marks and my scent became a must after that. Every chance I got to cover him in my come or bruise his pale flesh, I took it. His neck always held at least one visible hickey or bite, but the skin beneath his clothes was dotted with so many marks I knew why our parents would have been concerned.But they would have to fucking deal with it. Because I was staying, and I would make sure everyone knew he was mine.

“Two years is too long for you to be walking around without my mark on you. Did you miss the feel of my come coating your skin? Did you miss looking in the mirror and seeing all the signs of my love for you?” he gulps loudly, his eyes bulge, and a burst of precome spills down my hand. “God, I forgot how hot that makes you. You need that, don't you, baby?”

He whines and buries his face in my neck, his warm breath against my skin making me shudder. It's been so long since I’ve had him in my arms that I allow myself a single moment to enjoy it, to soak it in and remind myself what he feels like against me. I left to protect him, but it was the hardest thing I've ever done, and I’m not strong enough to ever do it again.

“Give me your neck, Sunshine,” I demand, and he groans, his head falling back instantly. I lick down the column of his throat, nuzzling the space where his neck meets his shoulder for a breath before biting down hard enough to break the skin. Ashby screams, his body convulsing as come sprays over my fist. I moan, sucking on the flesh held between my teeth.

The door across from us slams open, and my dad and two of his men rush out into the hallway, guns raised.

“What’s wrong, Ash? Are you okay?” Dad yells, eyes going wide and face flushing when he sees us pressed against the wall, Ashby’s neck still held in my teeth. Ashby tries to turn to Dad, but I bite down harder, holding him in place. I meet Dad’s eyes, staring him down for a moment before releasing my hold and kissing the rapidly forming bruises and teeth marks. The flush on my father’s face grows darker, the vein in his forehead pulsing, and I smirk.

“No, all good out here. We were just getting… reacquainted after my long absence. There was a lot of catching up to do,” I retort, the anger and blame clear in my voice. Ashby trembles against me, a mix of aftershock from his orgasm and, I’m sure, a little bit of embarrassment at being caught by Dad. But I refuse to hide that he’s mine. Our parents need to see that this is serious, that we’re real, and no matter the distance they force between us, we will always find our way back to each other. “Don’t worry though, we’re done… for now. We’ll be inside in a moment,” I say, dismissing him.

Dad grumbles but tucks his gun away and goes back inside. He leaves the door open this time, and I know it’s a subtle jab at me, so I’ll hurry. I consider staying in the hallway and continuing this fun, marking the rest of Ashby’s body, but he pulls back. I slip my wet hand from his pants and lick my fingers clean. Ashby’s cheeks heat as he stares.

After a moment, he shakes his head roughly, his eyes clearing. “Atlas. We need to save Atlas.”

My heart stops. “Who the fuck is Atlas?”

“He’s my…my best friend,” he cries. “I finally convinced him to come for a sleepover. He has been struggling so much lately. I hacked into his work schedule and got him some time off so he could come stay over. I left him for five minutes to go and get the pizza. It's all my fault. They were here for me, but they took him instead. What if… what if…” He gasps, his breathing growing ragged, and I grasp his cheeks in my hands.

“Stop, Sunshine. Breath. Deep breathe in with me,” I demand, placing his hands on my chest. “Follow my breathing. That’s good. One more.”

“Thanks,” he whispers, his shoulders slumping and exhaustion settling over his whole body.

“Let’s go inside, and you can explain exactly what happened. I will find who did this, I promise.”

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