For the Love of Kane

by Ames Mills

“Shut the fuck up. This is your last warning.” “Or what? You going to tear my ass up? I’ll bend over right the fuck now.”

“There’s no God in this room, Litso kukly. I want to hear my name leaving those pretty lips. Do you understand me?”

“Khoroshiy mal’chik.” “What does that mean?” He smiles and pecks my lips. “Good boy.” Fucking hell, Kane Lyubava is dangerous. And I’m ready for it.

“Oh, stab me. Can you make it slow, though? My dick is hard as fuck just thinking about you carving up my skin.”

“I want more, Blaze. I want dates, I want trips, I want to eat dinner without expectations, I want you to be proud to have me on your arm, and most of all, I want your heart.” “I thought you were happy with what we have.” “I am,” he sighs, “I was. I still want what we have, but I need more. I deserve more.” “You do.” I stand from the couch, and I watch his face fall. “But it can’t be from me.” I kiss his forehead, and I close my eyes, soaking it in. “I’m sorry, Elijah.” I walk swiftly to the door before I can change my mind. Leaving my heart with him.

“He’s psychic,” Jaxon answers. “Or psycho. I haven’t quite figured that out yet.”

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. I didn’t mean it. I’ll give you everything. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“I want to own you, take care of you, and spoil you. I want to take you on trips around the world, on dates, whatever your heart desires. In return, you give me your total submission.”

“I’m already yours, Master,” Elijah whispers. “Please don’t leave me again.”

“I want you to wear my collar.” Jaxon pulls back to see my face. “I want you to be mine, and I want everyone to know that you belong to me.” I kiss him softly. “I love you, Litso kukly. I know it’s fast, but goddamn if you don’t already have my heart.”