“You tell me how easy it was to stick that dagger in her.”
Hayde’s thoughts flashed back to Maggie as she lay on the floor, his weapon in her chest as she struggled to breathe, how he took her in his arms and she begged him not to tell Kinzer. It was such a twist of fate that had led them to that moment.
“It doesn’t fucking matter!” Hayde shouted, fighting Kinzer’s grip on his face.
Kinzer snatched him by the throat and shoved him back against the wooden rail behind him. “It matters to me. She was the only friend, the only ally I had in this world, and you killed her.”
He pulled Hayde away from the rail and shoved him down the steps.
Hayde landed on his back, and Kinzer leapt to his feet, then kicked Hayde in his side. He continued kicking, unleashing his fury before dropping to his knees and laying punches into Hayde, who didn’t care. Feeling Kinzer’s fist was enough for Hayde. Oh, to feel his touch. Just to feel their bodies together and the heat of Kinzer’s passion. If that was all he could have, he was fine with that. He just didn’t want him to stop.
Kinzer grabbed Hayde by the collar of his jacket and forced him to his feet, shoving him back against the wooden rail post behind him. Kinzer’s face was so dark in the shadow of the moonlight. He looked menacing—wicked even.
“Why are you here? Why did you save me after how you shit on my trust? Why did you tear out my fucking heart? Answer me!”
Hayde opened his mouth to speak but choked on his words. What the fuck was he supposed to tell him? He wanted to expose the truth, to put an end to this tension that remained between them, but he was torn between his loyalty toward his word to Maggie and his desire to be with Kinzer.
As Kinzer stood there, awaiting an answer, Hayde did the only thing he felt he could do. He lunged at Kinzer and kissed him. He couldn’t help himself. All he wanted was to set Kinzer at ease and to greedily feel those lips against his once again.
Don’t push me away. Please. I need you.
But Kinzer didn’t push him away. He kissed Hayde back, and the satisfaction of that moment sent waves of excitement racing through Hayde’s body, still wounded from Kinzer’s assault. Hayde wrapped his arms around Kinzer, forcing him close to his body, needing the relief Kinzer was finally permitting, and terrified Kinzer would strip it from him at any moment.
Forget about it all, Kinzer, and just fuck me.
***
Hayde’s lips—the heat radiating off his face—it all felt so good. Kinzer delighted in the powerful surge of energy that rushed through his body, seized control of him as he kissed Hayde.
God-fucking-damn him.
He despised Hayde, but he needed his body, needed the relief it brought him. If only it hadn’t been attached to that fucking bastard.
He shoved Hayde back against the rail post behind him, pushing his hard girth up against Hayde’s hip. He could feel the precum already spewing from the head of his cock. How was Hayde able to do this to him, even after everything he’d done. But even in that, Kinzer was confused. Hayde was so fucking full of contradictions. One minute he was murdering his friend and the next he was pulling him from a pool, being there at his side to help him recover.
Fucking Hayde.
That bastard.
I need to stop. I shouldn’t be kissing him.
But hecouldn’tstop.
His body had control over him despite how fucking pissed he was, and with each kiss, his awareness of what had transpired before that moment seemed to drift to the back of his mind.
Kinzer was left cursing himself because he felt like he was fucking over Maggie’s grave. But after everything that had happened, after everything he’d been through, didn’t he deserve some fucking relief? Didn’t he deserve to take out all his frustrations and anger on Hayde’s body?
Kinzer grabbed Hayde’s hair and forced his head back before kissing down his neck.
Hayde groaned that familiar groan he had missed so much—that groan that seemed to be filled with such pleasure, but was it just deception? Was he allowing Hayde to lure him in only so he could hurt him once again?
“How do you do this to me?” Kinzer asked, not saying it because of the pleasure, but because of how painful it was that his passion tore through him, ate away at his soul.
“I don’t care how. Just fuck me, Kinzer. As much as you may need it, I need it more.”
“You don’t deserve any pleasure. Not after what you’ve done.”
“Then let me serve you. Kinzer, you can do whatever you want to me. Hurt me. Tear me apart. Just don’t stop.”
