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“No shit.” Khaos scoffs.

“Both of you are playing this hateful game and it’s going to tear us apart. Ash, no more using guys to get back at Khaos. Khaos, no more using girls to get back at Ash. Kapeesh?” He slurs, waiting for us to respond, but neither of us can make any promises. “Fan-fuckin-tastic. Goo’night.” He slams the door behind him before he drunkenly climbs into his bunk to pass out.

My ears pound with the sound of my heartbeat, the only thing to be heard in this eerily quiet bus.

“Get out.” I seethe.

Khaos

I feel my chest inflate, but my lungs don’t seem to register. With a glare set to kill, I pin Ash with my eyes. She’s climbing back onto the bed, ignoring me like she didn’t start the house fire earlier tonight by kissing that asshole.

There’s this burning sensation inside of me that feels like a vat of acid has tipped over spilling down into my stomach and the only medicine is to force it back out. To spew it all over Ash. She doesn’t get to stab me straight in the chest, digging deeper and deeper, just to walk away with that smirk on her face. No, she needs to pay. Khaos is a vengeful God, and he intends to seek justice one way or another.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I growl through my stapled jaw.

She feigns a yawn, lifting the covers. “Going back to sleep.”

Before she can slip under, I grip one of her delicate ankles, dragging her down towards me. A small yelp jumps from between her lips, the same lips that kissed another man tonight, the same lips that need to be punished.

She squirms in my hold, flipping over and crawling awayfrom me like I’m the monster under her bed ready to drag her back into her nightmares. Frantically, she kicks at me trying to escape, but I pull her towards me, climb on top of her and subdue her with my weight.

Her eyes are a kaleidoscope of emotion, all changing at once; anger, annoyance, hate, mixed with a lustful curiosity and an Olympic competitiveness like her country depends on it.

Gripping her cheeks in my hand, I pinch until her lips pop open involuntarily.

“Let me go!” She squeezes past her squished mouth, her hands trying to shove me off her.

“You’d like that too much, wouldn’t you?” I ask, leaning down next to her ear. “How’d he taste, hmm? Was he everything you were hoping for? Did he make you forget all about me?”

“Yes.” She manages to answer.

My mood sours even more like wearing down a war head, ripping your tastebuds to shreds. She looks at me with wild eyes challenging me to make the next move and I intend to.

“Wrong answer.” I cluck excitedly.

Suddenly she looks at me with shear fear as if she wasn’t the one who just saidgame on. I wrap my fist in her hair, yanking her from the bed to the floor, her knees falling on fake hardwood. Slipping my belt off, I bind her wrists together and set them in front of her. I don’t want her to touch me while I punish that traitorous mouth of hers.

She sits on her haunches, her wrists in her lap with golden strands cloaking her. With a resentful hunger, she watches me as my fingers unbutton my jeans, then as I slide them down to my thighs. My dick greets her angrily, slapping against her face as if my whole body knows how much it hates her. Trying to prove to me that I don’t frighten her, eyes darker than the night sky latch onto mine as she wraps those deadly lips around me.Heat coils inside of me, feral and frenzied, daring me to let the animal loose.

Her soft tongue laps at the head of my cock, wrapping around it, pulling it in and sucking viciously like she’s just as enraged as I am. I watch entranced as I disappear into her mouth and down her throat. The sounds of her gags echo around the small room like music to my ears. I clench the sides of her head, my fingers threading through her hair and hold her there. Saliva streams out from the corners of her mouth as she chokes, tears prickling, glazing her eyes.

With a brutal yank, I spare her, allowing a lifesaving breath. I’m not taking it easy on her. She started this game and I intend to play, but what she never considered is that mercy isn’t a concept I’m familiar with.

I thrust back in, pumping myself deep inside her throat until I can feel the familiar twinge inside my balls. Every now and then, I allow her a breath to keep from actually killing her.

“You can’t erase the taste of me, Eris.” I warn as I plunge into her warm, wet mouth.

My hips buck, spasming as all that pent up hatred that was festering inside of me explodes against the back of her throat. I pull out slowly, dragging my cock along her tongue, staining it with the remainder of my come.

A small whimper escapes her as I let her go, allowing her body to fall. Her elbows hit down with a thud, her restrained wrists laying on the ground in front of me. She looks like she’s praying, but I know she’s silently damning me to hell.

I bend down to untie her wrists, but she makes no effort to move. Her forehead rolling on the floor, refusing to look at me. With my black, painted hand I caress her head, letting her know it’s over. She’s taken her punishment.

I leave her there to shower, wondering if she’ll still be therewhen I get back. To my surprise, she’s curled up under the covers, facing away from me.

The bed dips with my weight as I crawl in next to her.

“We’re not friends.” She croaks, her voice strained.

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