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“Why not now?” He cocked his head.

I smiled as I dragged my hand down his back until I reached the base of the plug. Lane moaned as I tapped it. “Well, right now we’re a little preoccupied. Unless you don’t want my cock anymore?”

He shook his head, ginger curls bouncing. “No, we can do punishment later. Please fuck me now,” he begged, eyes wide with anxiety from the possibility of me denying him my shaft.

“If you insist,” I chuckled, grabbing the base of the plug and slowly pulling it out from his channel. He let out adorable little pants as it was dragged against his inner walls. Lane bit his lip hard as it popped out. I maneuvered him so that he was on his hands and knees, impatiently waiting for me to fill him.

“Please, Grey. I need it,” he whimpered, trembling until I grasped his hips and rubbed my length along his crease.

Letting go of his left hip, I lined my cock up and began to push it into his twitching hole. Once the tip passed the first ring of muscle, I put my hand back on his hip, gripping him tightly. He let out a squeak as I pushed the rest of my cock in, bottoming out sooner than he had expected. I set a brutal pace, thrusting my cock the deepest it could go, before pulling out almost all the way, and slamming back in. Lane began loudly moaning, unable to control the sounds coming out of his mouth.

“Too deep– ahh,Daddy,” he sobbed.

I was gripping his hips so hard that I hoped he would developfingerprint bruises. I let go of his hips and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him up so that he was on his knees with his back on my chest. I was able to repeatedly punch into his prostate in this position, causing Lane to scream and thrash in my hold.

“Take it, baby,” I grunted, biting and sucking marks into his skin. “Milk Daddy’s cock with your pussy. Fuck, yes. Just like that, princess. Just. Like. That.”

“I can’t– I can’t–” Lane wailed. I brought one of my hands up to his neck to collar his throat. As I squeezed, his moans became urgent, his thighs quivering. “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” he chanted.

The harder I choked him, the tighter his hole became. His eyes rolled back as his channel started to pulse. He silently screamed, long spurts of cum shooting from his dick. I fucked him through his orgasm, biting his shoulder hard enough to break the fragile skin. He sobbed in my arms as he came until his balls were completely empty. I thrust up a final time, hitting his oversensitized prostate, my own orgasm whiting out my vision, as he went limp in my grasp. I unloaded deep inside of him, wishing that I could get him pregnant. He whimpered as I slowly slid my softening cock out of him. I lowered him onto the bed, staring at his puffy, red rim. I groaned as I watched my cum begin to drip out. I gathered some of the escaped creamy fluid on my finger, pushing it back in his well-fucked hole. Satisfied, I laid down next to him on my side, taking in his cum-drunk expression and mused hair.

God, I loved him.

Chapter 16

Lane

We spent the rest of the day as we normally would. Greyson made us brunch - sadly, no mimosas were involved, but chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, and a whole array of different fruits were on the menu. As we went about our day, I could tell he had something on his mind. I kept catching him staring at me like he was trying to solve a puzzle. His eyes were contemplative as he examined me. I mean, if my boyfriend had stabbed a man so much that his head was jelly, I would probably also be looking at them strangely. But Greyson was a hobby killer - his words, not mine - so, I didn’t think the issue was that I had killed someone.

While watching a documentary about a group of meerkats and sitting between Greyson’s knees as he braided my hair, I broached the subject.

“Are we okay?” I asked, my voice much more confident than if I’d been looking him in the eye. His hands stilled in my hair.

“Of course we are, Lane,” he hummed, going back to carefully weaving strands of my hair together.

“Why do you keep looking at me weirdly then?”

“I don’t think I’ve been looking at you strangely,” he said nonchalantly.

I rolled my eyes, although he couldn’t see the annoyance on my face. “Yes, you’ve been looking at me since after we got out of bed.” Greyson started to speak, but I cut him off. “And don’t say that you’re always looking at me. I mean that you’ve been looking at me like you’re figuring out what to do with me or something. I don’t know… It’s just making me a little insecure.”

He made a non-committal noise as he tied off one of the braids.

“You have nothing to worry about, I promise, baby. I’ve just been thinking about your little stabbing incident. I’m sorry if I haven’t been discreet in my considerations.” Greyson lifted me under my arms and deposited me next to him on the couch.

He beamed at his finished hairstyling attempt, eyes filled with care. My questioning was halted as I stared at the man in front of me. It felt so silly and simple that he was this happy about doing my hair. My chest tightened as I thought about how achingly perfect my man was. I chastised myself again internally for ever doubting our relationship.

Oliver had every right to have been concerned. Greyson and I’s relationship was textbook toxic. We were codependent. We were obsessed. He handpicked all of my clothes, fed me meals that he had chosen, and he’d now drugged me twice. But was it really so bad if Iwantedhim to be in control? I would be more than grateful if he made my choices for me. I didn’t want that responsibility. His control made me feel wanted. Needed. Owned. We were both dangerously addicted to each other. He’d already killed for me. He was devoted completely to worshipping the ground I walked on. I wanted to be on his mind every second of every day. I wanted to haunt his dreams and inhabit the deepest caverns of his soul.

“Can we talk about it? I don’t want secrets between us, Grey.” I took his hand in mine, linking our fingers together.

He looked deep into my eyes, brushing the thumb of his free hand over my lips. I parted my mouth, causing a groan from him in response. He slipped the digit in, eyes going half mast when I wrapped my tongue around it. My eyes fluttered shut as I reveled in the taste of his skin - a mix of salt andleather.

“Alright, baby. You don’t need to decide anything right now, but I wanted you to potentially go on my hunts with me,” he lilted, a slight hint of pink appearing across his cheeks.

I giggled under my breath, amused that he was acting shy as if he were asking me on a first date. However, as I thought about it some more, I realized that it would most likely count as a date with him. He was sort of insane, after all.

I slipped his thumb out of my mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to it before speaking, “You want to go on a murder date?”

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