Page 63 of Dysfunctional

“Mm. I like that. Say it again.”

He grabs the lube and squirts some on his cock, taking it in his hand and stroking his dick. He teases me by pushing his tip into my ass without breaching the rim.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“You know I do.”

He pushes in a little more, pulling a hiss from my lips. “How much do you want me?”

He pulls out and I groan. “So fucking much.”

“Mm,” he moans, sliding all the way in, just to take it out again. “How did you know me,Kaspian?” He says my name mockingly.

“Please fuck me and I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

He chuckles deeply. “Not the way the game’s played, I’m afraid.”

“I thought you didn’t play games.”

His grin is smug. “I do when I make the rules.”

Grabbing for the pocketknife, he pulls out a small blade. He dips his cock into my ass one more time before scooting back.

“Jesus,” I breathe, closing my eyes.

The bed shifts and then I feel a warm, wet sensation drag across my shaft. My eyes fly open to find his tongue retreating into his mouth.

“Mm,” he moans, licking his lips.

“Oh god. Please keep going.”

He brings the blade to my chest, right next to my healed wound. He slices into me, making me buck. My free hand reaches out to grab his waist, my fingernails digging into his skin.

“Tell me,” he says, eyes focused on his task. “Because I know you’ve been lying to me.”

I slam my head deeper into his soft pillow, eyes squeezed close as I endure the burning sensation drag across my skin. When he stops, I take a deep breath and look into his eyes.

“You done now?”

“Nope.”

He grabs my cock with his free hand and strokes, making sure I stay hard through the pain he’s inflicting.

I do my best to ignore the throbbing in my chest and focus instead on his hand moving up and down my shaft.

“Yeah,” I say with a moan.

He releases me instantly, leaning over my torso and bringing his mouth an inch from mine. “Tell me.”

“Fuck me.”

His lips quirk and he reaches down and positions his head at my hole, pushing in just enough that his crown disappears inside me.

“I don’t know what you’re planning, Kaspian, but remember this.” He thrusts all the way in, ripping a cry from my throat. “I won’t let you ruin my life.” Thrust. “I won’t let you kill me.”

He pulls out and brings the blade back to my bloody, ruined chest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I gasp. “Don’t you realize…” I trail off as the blade penetrates my skin and drags down in a straight line. “Fuck.”

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