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“So why didn’t you?”

“Isn’t that obvious? I don’t want to hurt you.” My fingers land on his soft ass, gently cupping each cheek. They fit so fucking perfectly in my hands.

“You-you just said you’re a sadist and that the idea of hurting me turns you on.”

“Yeah, and you told me how you suffered unthinkable physical and mental pain every day we were imprisoned. How it almost…pushed you to take your own life. I would rather eviscerate myself with my own hands than do something that will make you leave me…forever.”

“Oh my God.” His forehead falls on my chest. His warmth breaths brush my heated skin. “You are the sweetest idiot. That was before.”

“Before what?” I grab his hips as he looks up at me again—I can span his waist with my hands.

“Before I discovered how—” He stops, inhaling a large gulp of air. “I have an emptiness so dark inside me, it needs to be filled.”

“With?” Does he actually need to kill like the rest of us?

“Pain.” A tremulous smile appears on his lips.

“Pain,” I echo, squeezing his flesh with my hands, hard.Fucking. Hell. This can’t be.

He moans like a fucking bitch in heat, his eyes hazing over.But it is.

“When we were saved, I didn’t want to feel anything. I was a scared empty shell, irremediably cracked and on the verge of breaking.”

I nod, remembering his void stare, while his small hands rub over my chest.

“Our family and you helped me overcome that. But something was just not right. Something was missing. And as I grew up, I started to understand what. They say things get better with time, but that’s not necessarily true. After experiencing that much pain, everything can’t ever become perfectly alright, because every time I looked back to it, I felt the same hurt and hopelessness all over again. The ugliness inside me, the one that the scientists fed, making it grow, was still there, and the only way to cope with it was to keep feeding it, but on my terms. Andbeing pinned down, roughed up, punished, and forced to take it…arouses me.”

Fuck! I know he’s telling the truth. I can feel his lace-clad dick straining against my leg.

“All these years, and you didn’t tell me what you really needed,” I hiss angrily. “I’m not the only one keeping secrets.”

“You never looked at me that way. I was your special little brother, to protect and keep safe. Weak.”

“You are not my fucking brother. I told you the first time I saw you in that blue field what you are…mine. And do you know why, Sari?”

He shakes his head hesitantly.

“You don’t take the need for violence and blood away from me—nobody does. But you create another urge, a stronger one, that overshadows it.”

Sari’s turquoise pools brim with tears as he lets out a surprised chuckle. Then he pulls my head down and his lips meet mine.

He tastes like blissful surrender and passionate audacity. Sucking my tongue and nipping at my mouth before yielding all the control to me. His eagerness for me is everything I’ve ever imagined. Also pliable, submissive, and a total slut for me—rubbing his dick against my leg as I get a good grip on his ass. He hisses when I tighten my hand on his left cheek, which reminds me of his abused skin and that damn fucker who had the audacity to hurt him.

I can taste his blood on my tongue, coppery and so damn sweet—bitter as well since I wasn’t the one to break his skin. But I willnext time. I’ll bite and go deep, leaving a permanent mark there. Everywhere.

Eventually, I pull away and watch as his eyes slowly open. He looks drunk and hazy. I stroke his puffy lips with my thumb, slick from our mixed saliva.

“What should I do with you now, Baby Blue?” I rumble, giving his right ass cheek a hard squeeze.

“Fill me up with it,” he murmurs, so fucking sexily.

“With what? Pain or pleasure?” I ask, giving the split on his lip a long, slow lick.

He gasps. “Both.”

I grab his hair and pull his head back, tightening my fingers just to give him a little sting. His eyes roll inside his head. He’s so damn sensitive, how did I not see this before?

“You want me to hurt you, Sari? To abuse all your holes? The pain will be so fucking sweet, you’ll never be able to live without it. Without me.” He shudders, and I decide to give him more. “I will fucking destroy you. And won’t stop there. I’ll keep railing you after you pass out. You’ll wake up with me still pumping inside your loose, wet hole, pinned down, covered in my marks, trembling with another orgasm.”