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Bang, bang, bang. “Whaley, open the damn door!”
“Whaley, I know how to pick a lock. Hell, you got a big-ass glass ashtray on your step. Pretty sure it’s heavy enough to knock out your window. If you don’t open up, I’m goin’ to start smashin’ shit!”
“Fuck off,”
“You’ve been avoidin’ my calls and texts.” I would say ignoring, not avoiding. “I never respond to your calls and texts.”
“Wait, wait. Let me guess what you’re about to say.”
“We can’t do this again, Bunky. You’re too young, Bunky. Yada yada yada.” He gives his hand a little wave. “Forever the saint, ain’t you, Whaley?”
“You tryin’ to piss me off?” His eyes sparkle with delight as he claps his hands in excitement. “Is it workin’?” Is it working?
“Go home,” I push out, fury burning in my stomach. “I ain’t dealin’ with your shit right now.”
whip around at the same time Bunky advances and slams me against the door. He fists the front of my shirt with one hand while the other presses the pocketknife I gave him years ago to my throat. My heated skin registers the cool blade immediately and my body jumps to high alert.
He’s a predator, and somehow, he’s made me his prey.
“You can’t run me off,”
“You think you can fuck me and leave me?” He bares down a little harder, letting me feel the bite of the knife against my skin. “You mad, Bunk?”
“I’m past mad, Whaley.”
want to jab this knife in your fuckin’ neck and watch you bleed out. You think you can just toss me aside? That ain’t happenin’. You fucked me, now you’re mine.” I’m panting, my dick’s hard, and though this type of power switch is not something I do, for Bunky, I’ll allow it this once.
“You gonna cut me, Bunky?” My tone is husky, and a little groan escapes me when he rubs against my aching cock.
“Fuck, you’re hard,” he moans, eyes falling shut, cutting off his deep depths from me. Even though it’s so depraved, so insane, I want it back. I want that darkness that lingers beneath his skin. I want us to unleash every twisted part of ourselves, every wicked thought, and just… I don’t know, screw until we can’t breathe. The chaos, the adrenaline, the overwhelming need to revel in the madness is so alluring.
I’ve been slashed plenty of times, and this is basically a paper cut in comparison. Bunky's eyes widen as he watches the warm blood dribble from the small cut. “Shit. Didn’t mean to do that. Here, lemme make it better.”
don’t understand what he means until he leans forward with lightning speed and licks one solid stripe up my neck. Fuck, yes! I thought his ass was good, but this? This is even better. Bunky’s actually tasting my blood, savoring the evidence of his beautiful violence, sharing my DNA, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. It’s like I’m a part of him now, soaked into him, and for a man like me, that power goes straight to my brain.
I don’t think as I palm the back of his head, k...
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trapped against my skin. He doesn’t care or complain, just continues to give me those sweet little licks. I know I should stop him, but if this is the last time ...
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“God, Whaley, you taste so good. I want more.”
don’t think there’s any blood there now, but that doesn’t stop Bunky from leaning in again and lapping at the cut. My breath hitches when his hand rushes down my chest, tugging at my belt, and before I know it, he’s got his hand down my pants and wrapped around my hard cock. “Gonna suck your blood while I drain your cock.”
“You need to come for me,” he whispers, then drags his tongue up and down, his barbell chilling me. His hand speeds up, jacking me harder and faster. “You’re gonna come so quick, ain’t you? You can’t help yourself.”
“Gimme what I want.” His husky tone, longing look, and his buzzing body has me ready to snap and break all the rules I made about staying away from him and never doing this again. God, why did I make those stupid rules anyway? I wonder what he tastes like…
What if I cut him too? What if I drag that blade against his sensitive, pale skin, and carved myself into him? Made my mark so that every other fucker knows this guy belongs to me, body and soul?
Torch it. I want to keep him locked in my room, gagged an...
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The thoughts I have are dangerous. We can’t be together like this. We can’t give in. We can’t let everything else in
“You’re so thick in my hand, Whaley. Can’t wait to feel you inside me again.”
drag my fingers through my hair, chest heaving as my urges boil over. I need to get him away from me. I need some space. I said I was going to go easy on him, but that shit’s flown out the window. I’m desperate now, barely hanging on by a thread. “Get out!” I snap, feeling the flip begin.
“What? No—” “I said, get the fuck out!”
“You’re kiddin’ me!” he yells back, escaping my grasp and planting his hands on his hips. “Give me one good reason! Just one!” “I don’t want you!”
“You weren’t sayin’ that when my hand was wrapped around your dick. Come on. Just let me finish—” “Don’t you get it?”
“The way you’re actin’ is pathetic, Bunk,”
“Get it through your thick head that I don’t want this shit with you.” His face falls, but not for long. His stubborn jaw sets as ...
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“Yes, you are! Don’t fuckin’ lie to me! I hate it ...
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“But fine,” he spits through clenched teeth, getting all up in my space. “If that's how you wanna play this, I’ll go fuck myself!”
“Damn it!” I yell, pacing the length of my living room as a molten hot feeling explodes in my gut. I spot a tumbler that’s sitting on my coffee table and follow Bunky’s lead, chucking it against the wall, my vision darkening as my wrath consumes me.
Grabbing my keys, I head out to my bike to blow off some steam. I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know what I’m going to do, but anything has to be better than this.
The thing is, I know he wants me. I can see it in his eyes. I saw it when he called me pathetic. I know I should still be pissed—a part of me is—but he didn’t mean the things he said.
“What the fuck are you doin’?”
“Fox? What the fuck?” I yell happily, springing to my feet and throwing myself at him. “When did you get back?” “This mornin’,”
“Damn, bro. You’ve grown up. Only been gone a few months.” Yeah, five long fucking months.
“Forget about me,” I tell him, ushering him over to the bed. “What’s been goin’ on with you? How was Vegas?” The smile on his face dims a little and the edge to his tone spikes my curiosity. “It was fine.” “Fine? What kind of things did they have you doin’?”
“Did you do any sketchy
stuff— Ooo!” I shoot up as my thoughts spin. “Were you a secret spy we sent to infiltrate their lair? Is this a ‘If I tell ...
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espionage shit. They were just in a tough spot and needed some extr...
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“Well, that ain’t interestin’.” “I never said it was.” He looks over at me, lips twisting back into a sm...
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“What about me?” “Wanna start with whatever the fuck this shit is?”
fact that Raid told me you’ve been actin’ weird?”
“Raid’s got a big mouth. What’d he say?” “Just said you’ve been off the last couple of days. Very…” He stops, brows furrowing and jaw ticking.
