Page 42 of Mayfly

"So tell me."

"I need your belt."

It's shocking how empty I feel when Curren tears his fingers out and slams me back against the wardrobe.

"The fuck?" I ask, spinning to face him.

Like he didn't hear me, he reaches for my throat with both hands, and I push him just as hard as he did me as I stumble out of the closet. The second door flies open and the hangers crash above him as he falls against the other wall of the wardrobe. Dazed, or just plain selfish, he pauses and grips the edge of the shelf above him with one hand and lets the other hang loose by his side.

"It's fifty levels of fucked, Jude."

"Don't you think I know that?"

"It's the same as if I'd asked you to…"

"But I'd have done it."

"What the hell? Is this seriously the kind of shit you're into?"

The disgust on his face. The judgement. It's all too much. "I told you it's complicated!"

"Fuck you."

"No, fuck you, Curren. I did everything you asked me to do without question."

"But I told you why."

"Get the fucking belt!"

His eyes bore straight through me like the longer he stares the more he thinks he can understand. "I remember everything you told me… Everything."

"So do I."

"I don't wanna hurt you like that."

"I won't ever ask you again."

His gaze lowers to my dick, then slowly back up to me. "If this—thisis what you really want, I won't hold back."

"I don't want you to."

Curren's tongue slips between his lips to lick them, then he kicks me square in the chest so hard I don’t stop moving until I’m rolling off the end of the bed—the dining cart toppling over in the process.

Looking to my left, I see our dinner strewn across the floor; pasta, beef Wellington, and an extra side of truffle mashed potatoes.

“Eat it.”

I slowly pan back to Curren.

He puts one foot out of the wardrobe, reaches to the shelf above him, and lifts down my gun.

Finger back on the trigger, he points it at me. “Eat… It…”

He moves one step closer, then another, until he's holding the gun by the side of my head like he'll whip me with it if I don't do as I'm told.

When I still don't move, he draws it back, and I flinch.

"If you're so fucking hungry, then you'll eat it," he says, leering over me.

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