Page 69 of Beyond Hate

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.” To punctuate the demand, I dragged my fingers out of him slowly, feeling every nerve in his body seem to follow along with the motion. London threw his head back like it was the only way he was going to manage to give in to my demands, and it left his neck and collarbone open for me to bring my lips down again. I fucked him with the sweet mixture of his pain and pleasure while I focused on sucking bruises along that pale skin, leaving bite marks in between that made him hiss and cry out.

By the time I’d made it to the other side of his neck and my fingers had shifted so they were focused solely on pressing and working against his prostate, London was shivering and twitching, his muscles spasming as he tried to take short, shallow breaths.

“Otto… Otto… please… please, please, let me…” I could barely understand what he was saying through the soft, gasping sobs, and when I raised my head, the sight of his lashes clinging wetly to his cheeks almost undid me. I leaned forward and ran my lips along his cheek, my tongue sliding out to trace the little trails of salt and desperation that tracked his skin.

“Please what?” With my mouth pressed so close, I could almost feel the heat as it flooded his face.

“Please… can’t… I can’t… I need to come. I need it. I—” My fingers rocked into him again, and my free hand slid up the length of his body, tangling in his hair and pulling sharp enough that it forced his eyes open, forced him to look at me.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

London didn't hesitate. “I’m yours.”

I leaned in, running my nose along his jawline and biting again, leaving another little red mark against his perfect skin.

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you, the only one who gets to hurt you. I’m the only reason you cry, London.” My fingers picked up their pace, and the desperate panting of his breath was almost too much to resist. “I’m the only person who gets to break you.”

“Just you… Otto, please.Please.”

And then, because I couldn’t resist… I pulled out of him altogether and sat back on my knees.

The choked little sound that ripped from him played havoc with my nerves, and he stared up at me with a dazed expression.

“Why?”

“Shh.” I shifted, using my clean hand to run through the blood slicking my chest, along the mess on his, and then dropped my fingers to stroke my cock. He watched the movement like a starved man, and I tilted my head as I looked over what I’d done. The cut on his chest—the bite marks on his neck and thighs.

It still wasn’t enough.

Some part of me still wanted to flay him wide, but for now…

“Spread your legs, London. Let me see you dripping with blood and cum for me.”

He groaned, but trembling fingers slid down the length of his body and grabbed his thighs. He spread himself wide and I could see it—the ooze of crimson spilling from his slightly gaping hole, the way he clenched on the air as though just me watching was nearly enough to send him over the edge.

“Otto, please. Fuck me. I want you to break me until you’re the only thing I know.” And then, like he knew he had to do something to push me over the edge, London slid his fingers down and circled the rim of his hole, thrusting one in and pulling so a little more of the mess I’d pushed inside him slowly slid out.

Fuck.

He really was too much.

I dropped between his legs, trusting that he could take exactly what I had to give when I pistoned into him in a quick movement that left us both gasping. London’s eyes rolled back, and his body instantly caved to the sensation. He came hard, his ass clenching around me, his arms flying up so he could tangle his fingers in my hair and drag me closer.

It left us pressed chest to chest, wound to wound. It left our blood mingling together again as my hips snapped forward and I rocked into him.

“Oh… oh, fuck.” London’s whimpers were getting hoarse, and his hands in my hair tugged again. “I don’t know if I can… mm… fuck. I don’t know how much more I can—” Him trying to beg for mercy while his body was clenching around me and his cock was shooting off again just drove me harder. I wondered if I could make him come until he passed out, come until he woke up again with my cock still buried in his ass.

I wanted to fuck him untilpleaseandOttowere the only two words he knew and he couldn’t get out of the bed. My hips snapped forward again and my hand slid along his jawline. I turned his head so I could press my mouth against his neck, and bit down hard enough that his entire body tried to jerk away from me, hard enough that it drove my cock even deeper into his hole, which was still clenching with the aftershocks of orgasm.

My voice was a low growl when I finally tore my mouth from his skin to speak. “You’re going to give me another one, London. Every bit of your pleasure and your pain belongs to me from now until the day we die. From then until the next life. I’ll always find you. I’ll always hunt you. I’llalwayskeep you, rabbit.”

Fuck… always.

I wanted that always.

I wanted forever chasing him and finding him and fucking him just like this.

I wanted—

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