Page 10 of Henrikk’s Game

Henrikk didn’t bother blocking the weapon. Asher had hardly lifted it before it slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground.

Asher stared at him, dumbfounded, before staring down at his shaking hands. “What have you done to me?”

“It was the kiss,” Henrikk explained. “A rouge with a sedative. I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”

It wasn’t a bright red shade, but the taupe was distinctive, especially as he never wore makeup.

“I was a little busy trying to kill you,” Asher said through gritted teeth as he clutched at the tree for support.

“I suppose you receive points for attempting to play,” Henrikk replied dismissively, unbuckling his belt. “But there are no prizes for second place.”

Horror washed over Asher’s face as he watched him unfasten his trouser lacings. “No…”

Asher’s legs gave out, and he sank to his knees.

“Do not worry,” Henrikk reassured him, walking to stand behind him and caressing his white-blond hair. Asher whimpered as if the touch hurt him. “The drug is short-acting. You’ll be back to your normal self in time for the ball.”

Asher didn’t reply, and Henrikk wondered if he was listening. Suddenly, Asher’s head lolled back against his hand—not from the sedative. He was getting close to Henrikk’s stroking hands.

Henrikk scoffed and unceremoniously pushed the muscled man forward. He toppled over easily, landing on his stomach.

“Henrikk,” he rumbled against the mouldy cobblestones. “Don’t…”

Henrikk ignored him as he wrestled Asher’s trousers down, exposing his beautiful, bare ass, and pushed his knees apart with his own.

“Please,” Asher begged. “Not this. Not after the kiss.”

Yes, after the kiss, Henrikk thought gleefully. Especially after the kiss.

Except he didn’t know why the kiss changed things, or why taking Asher after having kissed him should be any more satisfying than the previous times. All he knew was that fucking Asher was something he knew how to do well.

Hurting Asher physically was safe territory.

So Henrikk said nothing of the kiss as he fisted his hard cock and aimed it at Asher’s asshole. His balls throbbed at the sight, the tantalising prospect of hearing Asher’s groans of pain, surprise, and pleasure resounding in his mind.

Ignoring Asher’s protests, he pushed his thick, heavy cock into the man’s ass, relishing the way he twitched violently as he drove in deep.

Henrikk groaned as he bottomed out. Yes, he liked it best like this. Dry. Raw. Uncomfortable for them both.

A hard-won victory for him.

A shameful loss for Asher.

“You are not the cat,” Henrikk reminded him, pulling back, withdrawing his large cock nearly all the way before plunging back in forcefully.

Asher grunted in response, his head falling to one side as he tried to stay conscious.

Henrikk slapped his cheek lightly to make sure he was still awake. “Don’t fall asleep on me now, General,” he goaded, driving into Asher’s ass roughly.

The tight constricting feeling of his sphincter felt like nirvana, like some god had seen fit to devise Asher’s asshole solely so that he could plunder it.

And so, he would.

He destroyed Asher’s ass, slamming his hips forwards and thrusting his cock into him repeatedly.

“Stay on your knees,” Henrikk commanded when Asher began to slump. “Take it like a good soldier.”

“Yes, sir,” Asher mumbled, his response startling Henrikk.