The veins in Kinzer’s neck tensed. He gritted his teeth until a guttural cry forced them apart.
Hayde clutched onto Kinzer’s legs as he forced himself in repeatedly, each time burning and stinging more than the last.
“Fuckin’ fallen! Tearing me apart! Destroying me!”
He was revenge fucking Kinzer, and Kinzer loved it. Because he deserved it for what he’d done. He needed to be punished.
He looked at Hayde’s face, cringed in anger, the stitches curving with his tense face. He breathed through his teeth as he launched another attack in Kinzer’s hole… and another.
Every impulse in Kinzer told him to stop the assault, but he couldn’t. This was what he deserved. This was what he had to accept… if only so he wouldn’t hate himself forever for what he’d done to Hayde.
Hayde’s speed increased even more, and in that moment, Kinzer empathized with Fehrin and the revenge Hayde had enacted upon him.
Kinzer’s vision blurred with tears as the pounding grew even more intense, as did the furious look in Hayde’s eyes.
“You think you’re better than me?” Hayde asked. “Huh? You think you’re fucking better?”
His words were severe, and spit trailed behind them, some of which Kinzer managed to catch in his mouth.
Hayde leaned down and snatched Kinzer’s hair, pulling it back so that Kinzer nearly thought he was going to pull it from his scalp.
“Ah!” Kinzer groaned.
Hayde whispered in his ear, “I fucking own you. I fucking own you, you cunt.”
Kinzer felt like a fire had rushed across his entire body. These cruel words just made him more excited. And he wanted Hayde to hurt him even more.
But it ceased.
Hayde relaxed his pacing and pulled back, gazing down at his victim.
Kinzer was his to use… to abuse.
Hayde glanced him over. He seemed disgusted by him, as disgusted as he’d said he’d been when they fucked. He slid out of him and crawled to the side of the bed.
Where’s he going?
He leaned off it and reached into what Kinzer assumed was his bag. When he propped himself back onto the bed, he revealed the rope he’d retrieved from the bag.
Kinzer didn’t like where this was going.What was he going to do with that?
Although, he already had a good idea, and it concerned him.
If he was already this mad, who knew what he would do to him once he had him tied up.
He approached Kinzer and wrapped part of the rope around his wrist. Kinzer didn’t resist at first. He wanted to see where this was going.
Hayde snatched his other hand and overlapped his wrists, binding them together.
He could’ve already killed you if that’s what he wanted.
Hayde started to push Kinzer’s hands behind him to the good bedpost.
Kinzer jerked his arms forward.
Hayde stopped, throwing his hands up, clearly to show he was willing to surrender if Kinzer didn’t consent.
Myriad thoughts tortured Kinzer, telling him all the reasons this was a terrible idea… not just this moment, but everything about this intercourse with Hayde.
