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I let the glass drop on the rug and walk to my knife room. My sanctuary. As I step through the threshold, a little of the pain goes away, but it’s not enough. I need to release this ball of dark emotions that is threatening to explode inside me.
Meg. Meg. Meg! I can’t lose my mother again. My biological mother’s face replaces Meg’s, and I scream all my anguish. All my fucking pain.
I can’t. I can’t.
Breathe, Bez orders me.Breathe.
Fuck!
Why aren’t you taking over?I angrily ask him.
It’s your battle, Gabe. Fight!Hestates.
Selfish fucker!
I open one of the many drawers of the tall storage unit covering the left wall. They are all filled with knives. My precious collection. I grab some randomly, and turning to the target on the opposite wall, I start tossing them. One after the other. Not caring if they hit the wooden shape or the wall. I keep throwing.It feels like every blade is spearing my heart. And I don’t stop the torment.
I deserve it. All of it. I should have protected her. I failed Meg, just like I failed my mother.
I don’t know how long I keep going. My arm aches, but I continue tossing until I feel something wet on my hands. Blood. My blood dripping down my fingers. I must have nicked myself with a blade.
I hear a gasp behind me. When I turn, Lori is staring at my hand.
He takes a single step closer, bringing us less than a foot apart, but doesn’t try to touch me. He’s so fucking beautiful and infuriating. I grab his hair hard and using a flat, hard tone I say, “You need to…”
“Take care of your hand,” he vehemently states.
“What?”
Why did I let him come?
Because you need him, Bez whispers.
“What you need is to leave me the fuck be!” I raise my voice.
“And I already said no.” There’s no fear in his deep brown eyes, only sadness and acceptance.
I tighten my grip, pulling him onto his tiptoes.
“What do you really need?” he asks me with tears in his gaze.
I close my eyes a moment, my head feels like it’s exploding, skin burning, the inner flames are reaching my throat. When Ianswer him my voice sounds hoarse. “You.” A single word, and I surrender.
His gaze flickers between my eyes like he’s looking for something. Then he slowly kneels at my feet. His breath catches in his throat as the buttons slip out and my jeans open, revealing the thick head of my cock.
For the first time in the last weeks, I’m not hard near him. The pain is taking everything from me.
My flaccid dick doesn’t seem to upset him. His hand rises, about to touch me, and I jerk back. “Don’t.” It sounds like a plea. My skin feels on fire, too sensitive, too raw.
His eyes turn glassy, and I can’t utter another single word. Being careful, he slides down my damp underwear and lightly brush his tongue over the tip. I tense against the touch, but the wet, cool sensation actually ease the ache.
I nod at him and Lori starts worshipping my cock and balls with his mouth. He licks, sucks, and lap at my shaft until I’m hard as a rock. His fuckable mouth massage the head, tongue twisting around it, stopping on the slit to taste my pre-cum. The pain is slowly engulfed in pleasure, crushed by Lori’s expert lips.
I run my fingers into his damp curls to get a better grip and push until my cockhead nudges the back of his throat, stretching him, filling him. Owning him. So. Fucking. Mine.
A hot, tight, strangling vise, eager to be fucked. He looks exquisite like this, kneeling, mouth impaled on my cock, eyes watering. It makes me shiver with lust and possessiveness. I feel his wet, warm tongue under my length as I’m still lodged in his throat. And push deeper until a soft choking noise makes me pull out enough for Lori to breathe. But only enough.
Keeping his head still, I thrust roughly down his throat, stretching him wide. I fuck his mouth mercilessly, holding him in place, and forcing every long and thick inch inside him. For once, I don’t care about anything but reaching my ecstasy.
