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“How much did that hurt you to tell me?” He chuckles.

“Fuck you,” I bite out.

“I bet Moon is telling your best friend the same thing I’m telling you. You’re a part of us whether you like it or not,” the bastard says and grins. “There is no escape,” he says and flips me on my back, taking my beath away when his lips touch mine.

Tokyo

Eliot and Moon

Sighing, he stares into my eyes. “Do what you want with me, I wouldn’t be able to put up a fight with you anyway,” he answers, letting his hands drop against the sheets of the cheap love motel.

I frown, softly trailing my thumb over his Adam’s apple. Does he like it when someone takes what he wants? Did this happen with the man standing guard outside too?

“I can take it,” he says, and I gasp. Will he? He doesn’t know what I want, how much I need him to beg me to stop. To fight me, to cry when I push his head against the pillow and slide in without any lube or condom.

“You can do what you want with me, Moon.” He nods and sits up, pushing me up to rest on the back of my knees, and I watch as he pulls the shirt over his head and his shoulders. “I don’t have a choice.” His voice sounds so hollow when he says it.

His big eyes catch mine and that’s when I know I’m going to take everything from him. I’ll make him fear me and claim him once and for all. He’ll be screaming my name before I’m done with him. He’ll beg me to stop.

“I can do it,” he says and swallows hard, his shy eyes darting around the room. I know that’s his fear talking too. What will happen if he doesn’t say yes to me.

I want him, although it doesn’t mean anything. I want to feel him shatter for me. I want to make him mine. I want to disappear inside him until there’s nothing left. I want to destroy him, so I’ll be the only one that can save him. I stare at his chest and the soft lines of the tattoos running down his shoulder. He doesn’t have as much as I do, but his grandfather had the same. He was the one who taught El the art of knives before he died, and his mother took him in again while she was whoring herself out to the highest bidder. El took his grandfather’s tattoos in honor of him, probably why his father has been on his ass ever since he came into the family at fifteen. I can still remember the first time he walked into the dining room at our family home in Shanghai. I know his father hated that he couldn’t get a better price for his son, and I hated myself for not selling my soul to get him. Maybe I did in the end.

After he came to the compound to ask for the dark side of the moon, I knew I had him. I can still recall his big, scared eyes, darting around the room until they landed on me. It was like he hit me right in the chest. I’d never seen anyone as beautiful as him. At first I thought he was a girl when I met him again at his mother’s whorehouse. His hair was still pitch black and a little longer than mine, not reaching his shoulders as it does now. Every feature was delicate, the soft line of his brows, his straight nose with the tiny chip in the side only added to his cuteness. But when he opened his mouth to say hello to my father and his brother, that deep voice cut right through me. I’d never looked at a man. I’d always fucked women ever since I was thirteen. But I wanted to protect him the first moment I laid eyes on him; I knew he was it. He looked so innocent, but when I saw him fight in our gym one day while he sparred with Tian after he turned sixteen my dick took notice too. The next day I asked my father to send me to Tokyo. I needed to get away from him; he was still underage. I couldn’t trust myself being in the same country, hell, the same house as he was. Just imagining everything I wanted to do to him. I left the next day and didn’t see him for three years until the moment in the stairwell when he turned eighteen. That night, three years ago, was the first time I gave into my desire. I wanted to see him shatter for me with my dick in his mouth. I wanted to hurt him. To make him feel the same pain I’ve felt when I watched the video of him leaving that karaoke room with Yuki. The same guy keeping watch outside. I’m going to make him hear El’s screams. Make Yuki hear him shouting my name when he comes, releasing his cum only for me. I close the hand that’s still around his neck and he starts to struggle a little.

“Look at your slutty little waist,” I groan, sliding the backs of my fingers over his smooth skin.

“Stop it, Moon, ahh, nghh,” he bites out, but there’s also yearning in his eyes. I can tell by the way his hands cling to mine. His fingers dig into my flesh probably leaving a mark.

“Tell me you want me,” I say, tugging off my necktie, wrapping it around his wrist, and pushing his hands up. He struggles a little, but his mouth parts, and the front of his sweats tents.

He nods while I grind my dick against his. “Only for tonight, nghh,” he moans.

I shake my head. No forever. You belong to me, I want to add. I frown and push back, still hovering above him. Where the fuck did that thought come from?

“Do you do this often?” he asks, his eyes darting around the room, and landing on the cake.

I smile; this is going to be fun. “You mean do I jerk off to the thought of you on your knees every day? Then yes, I liked it when you cried, bǎobèi,” I whisper in his ear, and he arches his back. I run two fingers through the cake and trail it down his throat all the way to his chest and circle his belly button with the cream. He clutches at my hands to make me stop.

I look up at him and shake my head as I untangle his hands from my tie.

He drops his hands and grips the sheets, his breathing labored. He’s fighting against his inner demons; he wants this as much as I do. I scoop up more frosting and throw the cake on the floor. He watches me as I smear it over his stomach, and he groans as I put my hand against the bulge, pressing against his grey sweats.

“Moon,” he breathes, his eyelids drooping when I lay my fingertips against the string of his sweatpants, slowly untangling it. His hand covers my own again. And I wait as I take a deep breath.

“Moon, I—” He bites on his lip. “I,” he begins and takes a deep shuddering breath, his big eyes moist and full of questions.

I wanted to just take what I want, but something burning inside me makes me hesitate. I should take it slow and take my time. I slowly untangle the string, and push his waistband down a little; my cock throbs at the sight of his smooth hairless skin.

His head falls back against the pillow on a moan.

I move up his body and push his hands above his head. “Keep those there.”

He nods and watches me through half-lidded eyes, his chest moving up and down. I hover above him; my long hair tickling his skin and kiss his throat tasting the sweetness there.

“Fuck, Moon,” he swears, and I smile against his neck. I grab his waist and lick up the frosting, pushing my tongue inside his belly button. His butt shoots off the bed, but I press him against the sheets again, holding him down.

“It’s okay,” I reassure him; his half-lidded eyes are so sexy. The look in them screams he wants to kill me and hates what he wants me to do as his head moves from left to right like he’s fighting with himself.