Romeo hesitated with his spread hand on their bedroom door.
The house was quiet around him.
Two days had passed since the bridge visit.
Romeo didn’t even recall how he’d found himself outside their bedroom door in the middle of the night.He knew he shouldn’t be, knew he should leave, maybe even chain himself up in the outhouse again and throw the key far from reach.
He eased the door open, holding his breath in case the rage he was trying to keep down woke Chad.
Chad lay on his back in the middle of the bed, completely unaware of the danger approaching.
He should’ve locked the bedroom door.
He should’ve barricaded it.
Romeo stepped closer to the bed, glaring down at Chad.
He’d never given another person power to hurt him like that before.
He didn’t know how to handle it, and worse, he didn’t know whether he wanted to.
Chad wanted to die, then fine, Romeo would give him what he wanted, then they would both be free.
Romeo climbed onto the bed.The dip of the mattress made Chad stir, but he was slow, sluggish, and it was easy to staddle him.
“Romeo...”
Chad’s eyelashes fluttered as he struggled to open them.
Romeo didn’t wait for him to wake fully, he wrapped both hands around Chad’s throat and squeezed as hard as he could.
Chad’s eyes flashed open.His hands came up, clasping Romeo’s wrists, but he wasn’t strong enough to pull Romeo off him.Romeo had let go in the outhouse, tempted by the idea of finding out why, but it didn’t matter.Whydidn’t matter.
“Is this what you wanted, Chad?”Romeo asked, leaning his face down so he could look into Chad’s.“Then you only had to ask.”
Chad’s throat gurgled, a spasm as his tongue slapped the top of his mouth.
“Anytime I could’ve done this.”
Chad’s brown eyes gazed up at him, brimming with what Romeo had always assumed was love.Romeo squeezed harder until that look went away.
The whites of Chad’s eyes turned red.
“Why, though,” Romeo spluttered, “did you have to make me fall in love with you first?”
Watery pink tears escaped the corners of Chad’s eyes.His skin turned ashen, and his lips took on the purple tint of death.Romeo could feel Chad’s pulse in his hands, slowing as every muscle in his body stiffened, stretching out and screaming for more oxygen.
“Why tell me you loved me if you were always going to leave?”
Romeo kept going, and he smiled.He grinned at Chad, dying at his hand, and ground his erection down on him.
“You look so fucking good like this.”
He curled his fingers into Chad’s throat, digging them in until his nails broke the skin, and he could push his fingertips inside.Romeo bit his lip at the warmth and wetness he forced his fingers into.He thrust them into Chad’s body, in and out, making the holes stretch to accommodate his knuckles.His cock throbbed at the action.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?”
The unfiltered agony on Chad’s face confirmed it.
