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“Fuck me, Moon!” he yells over his shoulder, pushing up and leaning his forehead against the floor while he parts his ass for me by opening his knees, so I’ve got a front seat view to the place I want to sink into again. His balls look heavy, and I reach out between his spread legs and stroke his cock.

He lets out a strangled cry. “Moon,” he whines, his voice so low and desperate.

I align my dick, slam forward, and throw my head back, shoving myself through his first barrier. I feel him holding his breath and I place my other hand on his lower back. “Breathe. Take my cock like a good boy.”

“Fuck you, you’re so big,” he spits out and it sounds muffled against the rug. “But it fills me up so good.”

“I know, such a dirty whore, aren’t you? I bet from now on you’re going to play with yourself while you think of my dick in your tight hole.”

“Yes,” he moans, and I lose it. No one is getting this ass but me. I grab his face and turn him and press my lips roughly to his while I keep on thrusting. He sighs, and the second I push my tongue against his, I can taste his sweat, his blood, and the tears running down his face. I pull him closer, plastering his drenched back against my chest as I keep ramming in deeper.

I growl against his mouth, slamming my hips forward, going in deeper from this angle while he wails out in pain. I know it must hurt so much having my cock tear him right open. Fuck, the friction is like nothing I’ve ever felt before; it’s addictive. I try to slide my cock inside his tight hole, so slowly he arches his back trying to have me push in more making my body tremble from the restraint.

He gasps as I pull him up under his arms and keep him captive against my chest. One hand disappears in my hair while the other cups my cheek and he kisses me so passionately as he plows his tongue inside my mouth. His face is flushed with desire, lust, and fear. I love it.

Grabbing him by the chin, I pull his head back and look at him. “Take my cock like the whore you are.”

His eyes widen; with every word leaving my mouth it’s like I’ve hit him. He hangs his head and lets out a deep anguished moan. I grind my hips and he gasps from the pressure. Running my lips over his coated-with-sweat right shoulder he tries to pull away, but I keep holding on.

“You belong to me, you got that? No one is getting this ass but me. I’m going to fucking destroy you, bǎobèi.” Like you have done to me, I want to say. From the moment I met him he’s been on my mind. Every free moment I took on jobs that got me in the same room as him. I persuaded Tian to have him look after Dash, so I could keep him close. I hate what he made me become, but I hate the disgust he feels for himself more. I need to replace it with him only living for me, he can hate me all he wants, but not himself. He’s too precious. So I’m going to tear him apart to be with someone like me. I’ll take him down to hell with me, I’ll take the blame.

“Moon, I’m scared,” he confesses, as I trail my tongue over his parted lips. Thrusting myself in deeper it feels like my dick swells at the base. Holding him captive with my dick, I push my forehead against the back of his head and inhale his scent. He smells so good, like sage and lavender. Mine.

“I’ll make it hurt so good,” I whisper against his ear, and bite on his earlobe licking the shell. He arches his back and pushes his ass back as I inch forward while his arms shake. The tips of his fingers stretch over my abs, and I love the sound of protest he makes. Our breathy moans fill the room, matching the erratic beating of my heart.

“It’s so full, oh please don’t stop. I can’t take anymore, but I need…”

I grab his neck listening to him choking on my name, while I close my hand around his feverish flesh. I grind my molars together. I’ve never felt something like this before. I bathe in his scent and push in deeper on a growl while he trembles. I want to disappear in all the way until there’s nothing left of him. I exhale out hard through my nose, watching his defined back shudder with pleasure and pain. Trailing my hand around his small waist I stroke his hard cock, memorizing every mole on his back.

“No,” he whines, “don’t, I can’t. It hurts,” he gasps, pushing back against me. I run my fingers over his lower stomach and smile when I can feel my dick there.

“Look down,” I order.

He shakes his head while his body trembles and lets out a startled cry when he looks at his stomach that’s bulging from my cock.

“Take it,” I say against his ear, my words pained. Sliding in another inch I keep stroking him.

His hands clutch at my arms holding him up. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” he pants, his head falling back against my shoulder.

“You like being edged like this?” I raise a brow and rub my nose along his, as I push my arms under his shoulders holding him up. “Should I take it slower?”

“No, please I need it all,” he begs, and I like the way his voice cracks. It must hurt so bad having me push inside without any lube. But I know a part of him likes it more than he wants to admit. The part I need to release to finally have him all to myself. He needs to learn he can only get it from me, and no one else. That’s why I need to break him until there’s nothing left, only the parts which belong to me.

“Don’t stop,” he whines as he closes his eyes. “It burns so good.”

“I’m right here,” I promise, “let go, let it go, open your eyes. Don’t be scared I’m right here.”

I beg him to stop, to go deeper, to make me bleed, to hurt me, to hit me. I need it, fuck, I need him to hit me again. I need to stop pining for him, to want him. I was just a kid; I had no business looking at him like that. I hate that part of myself, I’m sick, I’m disgusting for always wanting him. To push inside with such excruciating slowness; I’m about to pass out. I came close when he punched me in the face and I choked on my own blood.

“Choke me,” I hear myself say.

He licks the shell of my ear, and within a second his hand is around my neck. We’re both slick with sweat and dried cum. “You made me like this,” he rasps, echoing the words I’ve told myself so many times before.

Pushing me forward I hear him spit and feel it drip down my ass crack. Holy fuck, I really belong to him now. He ruts into me and my teeth rattle as I bathe in the pain. Now I understand there’s a fine line between love and hate.

He starts to play with my nipple, and I smile getting lightheaded as I moan. “My dirty whore,” he groans in my ear, his voice having an edge to it. I know he’s holding back, but I need to release that part of him so I can direct everything I hold inside on him, to destroy myself. I can barely feel my fingers the way he had them tied behind my back. I dig them into his arm, probably drawing blood and he bites on the shell of my ear.

I let out an anguished cry. “That feels so good,” I say, and it sounds so desperate and needy. “Moon, I’m so wet.”