Page 6 of Henrikk’s Secret

A tense silence fell. Asher assessed him, as if trying to gauge if he was serious.

He was.

“Or else?” Asher whispered.

Henrikk lifted his chin in silent answer. Or else I will bend you over myself.

Understanding flickered in Asher’s gaze, and he gave him a sorrowful look before facing the table and leaning over it on his elbows.

Oh, yes. The sight of Asher bending to his will made him so fucking hard.

Henrikk tore at Asher’s silk clothes, somehow managing not to rip the fabric as he wrenched the general’s trousers down to his knees. He spat on his hand and pumped his aching cock several times. He was just as surprised as Asher that he was already hard, but that was the effect Asher had on him.

Quickly. Before you change your mind, he told himself, surging forward. He was inside the general in an instant, ignoring every shrieking protest of his heart as he forced his cock into the tight resistance of Asher’s asshole.

Asher, who normally took his punishments in relative silence, roared in pain as Henrikk entered him. “Fuck!”

Forgive me. I have to.

“Is this what love looks like to you?” Henrikk managed, trying to make his voice cold, but it sounded deranged to his ears. “Hmm?” He drew out then pushed back in, shuddering as Asher’s tight inner walls constricted on his sensitive cock.

There was no reply.

“Well?” Henrikk prompted, drawing out and shoving back in, jerking Asher’s body against the table so he grunted. “Is this an act of love?”

“You…you…” Asher struggled for words.

Henrikk did not wait for him to form a sentence. He thrust into him, hard. Asher groaned.

He drew back and rammed back in, making every muscle on Asher’s body shudder beautifully.

“Henrikk…wait…”

“Yes, say my name,” Henrikk moaned, and he proceeded to fuck Asher hard against the heavy table, never giving him an opportunity to speak the words that so eluded him.

He bore down harder and harder until the plates, cups and cutlery rattled amidst Asher’s deep groans.

“Do you still love me now?” Henrikk taunted, fucking him faster so their balls slapped.

“Stop…this madness,” Asher gasped. “Just stop it, Henrikk.”

But Henrikk could not stop. Not until Asher let go of the idea that there was anything noble or virtuous in him. His eyes filled with tears as he drove each point home, ramming deep into Asher so he’d never forget.

“This is what your love is worth, general,” he whispered, injecting as much menace as he could into the words. “This is what happens when you fall in love with the wrong person.”

“You’re not the wrong person,” Asher objected. “And you don’t have to do—argh!”

His voice cut off as Henrikk impaled him, a swift sharp thrust that plunged deep. He stayed there, fully sheathed before drawing back and doing it again—another stiff, savage blow.

“You think I fuck you because I love you?” Henrikk asked with a derisive laugh. “Because you could not be more mistaken.”

It was the closest he could come to denying that he loved Asher. That he cared for him. That hurting him was tearing him apart.

That none of this was fair. That if his soul wasn’t so tainted, he wouldn’t have been capable of hurting Asher the way he was now.

But he needed Asher to hate him—and to end this once and for all and kill him.

The pain of never seeing Asher again bore a hole into his chest.