Page 5 of Obsession

“Yes,” Hans croaked, his voice almost inaudible around the pressure on his neck.

“Fuck, your ass is so tight, slut. Look at how well you’re taking my cock. Pretty little ass slut.”

“Harder. Fuck me harder. Split my worthless ass. Stretch me nice and wide. Let me know you’ve been there. I want to feel you for days.”

I kept my hand on his neck as the other moved to his head, pressing it against the wall as I thrust deeper and faster. I spat on his face, watching my saliva slowly trickle down his cheek as I fucked him like I was fighting for my life. Because I was, in a way. Being raised in that hellhole had changed Hans' brain chemistry. His way of dealing with pain and trauma had become twisted. The only thing that numbed his pain and healed the fractured parts of his soul was me fucking him like he didn’t matter. But he did matter. He mattered so damn fucking much.

“Jerk that pathetic cock,” I growled. “I want you to cum all over your hand.”

Hans worked his cock, pumping vigorously as I railed his ass. “I’m gonna come. Harder. Fuck me harder.”

I did as he requested, moving my hips faster and faster.

“Call me names, Xander. Please, call me names.”

My baby. My sweet, sweet boy needed to be hurt to feel good. “Shut the fuck up, slut. I’ll do what I want. You don’t give orders. I do. You’re only good for your worthless holes and taking my hot cum.”

“Ah!” Hans moaned as his body convulsed.

“Did you just come, fuck toy?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Lick it clean.”

Hans licked his cum-covered hand clean as I released deep inside his ass.

I gaze between Hans and Margarete. Two people I care so deeply for. The man who stole my heart and the woman who made me want to be better. At this moment, I’m determined to do what’s necessary for them. They’re different sides of the same coin, and I’m the currency that keeps them afloat.

I wasn’t prepared to watch her light be diminished by being forced into marriage with a man old enough to be her grandfather. A man who would break her down until she was a mindless robot with one purpose in her programming—to serve her husband. Margarete would be a tool of manipulation and indoctrination for the men who run The Covenant. However, I quickly realized that the majority of the women in the group helped to propel the misogynistic and totalitarian way of life.

I’m unsure if these women truly believe what they’re taught or are too scared to stand up for themselves. It can’t be easy being born into a doctrine where they’re spoonfed until they choke, and nobody cares. That’s the thing about religion—toomuch of it makes people insane. Then there are the young men brainwashed into believing that their dreams don’t matter if they don’t align with the wants of the church. They’re told to abandon their desires and that anything outside of their scripture is blasphemy.

I grind my teeth, wishing I could burn the entire place into oblivion.

I’ve watched Margarete and her brother for years. Spied on them engaging in acts deemed beyond sinful by the community that houses them. I knew I would eventually need them to break The Covenant and strip their mother of everything. I was supposed to stay away, but as time went on, my dead soul began to bloom, and I understood that I wouldn’t allow them to become casualties for the sake of my revenge.

A smile forms on my lips as Johannes spots me. He tugs on Margarete’s hand as they run toward me. But the relief that the nightmare will soon be over is short-lived.

Johannes doesn’t see him. But I do. A Covenant member is trailing them. I squint, trying to get a better view of what he’s holding in the dim moonlight. He’s a few feet behind them as he raises his arms above his head.

Fuck.

He has an axe.

Without thinking, I pull out my gun and fire into the man’s chest. I run toward him, holding the gun in front of me as the man staggers back. I reach him in time to kick the gun he raises from his hand. Dropping to my knees, I pistol-whip him, hammering the butt of my weapon into his head until his flesh splits. He grunts, and his head lolls to the side, but that’s notgood enough for me. The fucker was going to kill Hans and Margarete. Lifting him by the collar, I slam his head against a rock until blood pools around him.

“Stop. Xander, stop.” Strong hands grip my shoulders, tugging me off the mass of brain matter and blood.

I turn to glare at Hans before my gaze lands on Margarete. I don’t hesitate, running toward her.

I slap my hand across Maggie’s mouth. “You’re fine. I'm not going to hurt you.” I point at the axe with my free hand. “He was about to put that in Hans' back. I’ll remove my hand, but you have to stay calm. We aren’t deep enough into the forest yet. They could still find us. Nod if you understand.”

Maggie nods, and I release her. She holds my gaze. “Xander?”

“In the flesh, baby girl.”

Johannes straightens to his full height of six-two. His Adam's apple bobs as my six-seven frame towers over him. He shakes his head. “We can sort this later.”

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