He fought them all as he rested his arms behind him.
Hayde wrapped the rope around the bedpost and fastened it securely, as Kinzer had done with him.
Kinzer’s nerves itched with worry. Despite his multiple reminders of Hayde’s ability to off him at any moment, it did little to set him at ease. The situation seemed too calculated, too easy for Hayde to manipulate in his favor. And if there was one thing he’d seen this kid was good at, it was deception.
Hayde abandoned Kinzer and crawled to the end of the bed. He leaned off and retrieved the dagger he’d assaulted Lyle with.
Shit.
Kinzer had been as stupid as all the voices in his mind had assured him. But why now? Why like this?
Hayde approached him quickly, a sadistic look in his mismatched eyes. He pressed the dagger against Kinzer’s neck and straddled him.
Kinzer thought about bucking him off, but one wrong move and he knew Hayde could easily slit his throat, just as he’d done with Fehrin. Despite Kinzer’s worry, he couldn’t settle the rock-hard erection that Hayde had caused. And Hayde’s didn’t seem to be wavering either.
Hayde’s lips tightened, his expression trembled with what appeared to be hate, fury.
He leaned forward until his lips were right before Kinzer’s and pressed the blade into Kinzer’s neck until he bled.
I’m a fucking idiot, Kinzer thought, fearing the worst.
“I want you to remember this,” his captor said. “I want you to remember I could have killed you… I could have destroyed you right here and now. That if I wanted to, your blood would be showering across me as we speak. Do you understand that?”
Kinzer nodded.
Hayde reached behind him and clutched Kinzer’s cock. He positioned his ass over Kinzer’s girth and sat so that it squeezed inside him.
Now, Kinzer was really confused. Was all this just so that Hayde could show him that he could have killed him if he wanted to? Was Hayde just showing him that he could trust him?
He almost wished Hayde would have just ripped him apart to prove to him how stupid he’d been… not just with Hayde, but for everything… for trusting Janka… for being foolish enough to let Maggie be captured… for believing he could ever accomplish this impossible mission to stop Veylo and the Raze.
But Hayde had shattered his perception of him and left him believing that this flit that took him in that moment saw something more in him than he had when they’d initially met. And it restored his hope… hope in his mission… in his life… in this immortal.
Hayde tossed the dagger off the side of the bed and began taking Kinzer farther in. He rotated his hips so that his cock felt like it was in the tightest, smoothest hole it’d ever been in.
Hayde tossed his arms behind him and set his palms on the mattress.
His abdomen stretched, exposing those severe dips and grooves, extending his muscles which contracted violently with every breath he took.
Kinzer lifted his pelvis and lowered it, working to get farther inside his captor.
The springs in the bed creaked, and the headboard slammed against the wall in rhythm with their movements.
Hayde rotated his hips, shifting so the sides of his hole were like two hands squeezing softly around it. He crouched so that he was on his feet.
As Kinzer thrust in, Hayde lifted a foot, seemingly to position himself just right for Kinzer to hit his prostate.
When Kinzer slammed into him again, Hayde lost his balance and fell to the side.
Kinzer twisted his hip, terrified that Hayde might break his dick.
The rope pinched at his wrists as Hayde grabbed onto the nightstand beside the bed and gripped on for his life.
He looked at Kinzer worriedly. “You okay?” he asked.
Kinzer smiled and continued penetrating him. “Hell yeah.”
Hayde smiled back.
