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I would sigh in relief if I could, but he still has that goddamn knife sliding in and out of my mouth as he adjusts his weight and grinds down.
Our lengths drag together through our clothes. The pressure is devastating. Every time he rolls his hips, the knife handle moves in tandem, pushing in when he grinds forward, easing back when he draws away, like he’s fucking my mouth and my cock at the same time with two different weapons.
I thrash my head. He follows the movement and keeps the handle seated, not letting me spit it out.
He grinds harder. My cock jerks against his, and I make a sound. A needy one that makes me think I should be euthanized.
He pushes the knife in one more time, deep enough that my throat flutters and my eyes burn, then draws it almost all the way out so I can gasp.
I glare up at him, ruined and enraged and throbbing.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he says fondly. “You know that, don’t you, little prince?”
I snarl, the words tearing out of me. “You sick bastard. I swear to God I will peel the skin off you—”
He shoves the handle back. “That was your chance to use your safe word, not to cuss me.”
My curse breaks in half.
“Hm.” His mouth brushes the air over mine, not quite a kiss. “Such a brat.”
The grind starts again and turns brutal. “Are you going to come hands-free, prince? Show me how much you want me.”
He basically coaxes me to orgasm, and it works. It tears through me. My back arches off the ground. A choked cry tears out around the handle as I spill into my pants.
Kento watches every second of it. “There you go,” he praises. “Good. You’re so fucking good.”
He keeps grinding through it, slower now, drawing the last shudders out of me while the knife stays seated on my tongue. I gag weakly.
For one moment, I just lie there, ruined. Then the rage comes back. I gather everything I have left and shove.
Hard.
Kento rocks. Not far, but enough. The knife handle slips free of my mouth. I twist, snatch the pink handle out of his grip before he can react, and scramble out from under him on pure adrenaline.
My legs almost fold. Cum is cooling in my underwear. My throat burns. I don’t care.
I run.
Behind me, Kento’s voice carries.
“Run all you want, princeling. I’ll find you.”
I don’t answer.
I just keep running.
Kento
My Parasite: I didn’t like the fact that you ran.
My Parasite: It wasn’t very nice not to return the favor, prince. You know.
My Parasite: I made you come. You left me hard.
My Parasite: A bit unfair, don’t you think?
My Parasite: Hm. Okay. You’re ignoring me.
