Page 109 of Fragile Facade

“Fuck me,” he rasps. “Hurry up.”

I can’t hurry up. Because I confessed my feelings, killed his cousin, ended the Sauder curse, and made him mine for real. All this time, I chased him, nipping at his heels like a hellhound, and he’s finally exactly where I manipulated him to be. There’s conflict in the power of knowing that. I want to hold it over him and remind him how much control I have, but I want to appreciate him because he helped get us here. I don’t share credit, but fuck, here we are.

“Who are we right now? Riot and Ghost or Killian and Soren?” I kneel, grabbing his bound wrists and pausing my fingers in his ass.

“So pathetic,” he groans. “You need me to say it?”

I do, but I can’t admit that, so I tug on the belt until his recently dislocated shoulder makes him cry out.

“Fuck!” he seethes. “Killian and Soren. Fucking Killian and Soren!”

My new teeth chatter.

Bending, I let go of his wrists and spread his cheeks apart, burying my face between them to tongue fuck his hole. He writhes in my hold, pushing back and pulling away together, humping the air as his cheek rests against the house. I push my tongue inside him before flicking it over his rim until he’s panting. I’m panting harder, my cock pressing hard against the material of my pants.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna come from this.”

I pull back, spreading him apart to admire his open hole. The streetlamps aren’t enough, and I wish I could see every little detail about him. The flush to his ass, the dimples in his lower back, the crescent divots in his palms from his nails digging in so hard. The bloody handprint on his ass from my hand. Shiny and wet, I plunge my fingers inside him again, running my tongue around his rim until I’m the one who’s close to coming.

Soren moans, body going slack, barely able to hold himself up. “Killian, my god.”

Yes. His god. I tongue and finger fuck him at the same time, rutting against the air to appease my untameable cock. When he breathes harder, on that precipice of coming, I pull back and spit again, fascinated by the sight of it leaking down his crack.

“Please,” he whines. “Don’t make me fucking beg, Killian.”

It’s music to my ears. Better than music. Something I’ve wanted from him since the beginning. I free my heavy cock, leaking and thick with the need to be buried inside the man I own.

“One more time, sweetheart.” I press against his hole, slicking spit all around him.

“Ugh,” he groans, trying to fuck my cock without any balance. “Don’t make me.”

“Soren.”

He pants, head dipping forward. His back rises as he talks himself into giving me what I want at the cost of his pride. Our egos are well-matched, which makes us a hellish match as a couple. “Please.”

I barely hear it. “Soren.”

“Shit.” He pushes his shoulder off the wall to lift himself up. Turning his head to glare at me with big eyes and beautifully pink cheeks, he snarls, “Please. Please fucking fuck me.”

Simultaneously, I thrust inside him and wrap my hands around his throat from behind. He cries out, and I pull him back, eyelids fluttering from the pleasure of being buried inside him. All my recent wounds ache, and the stab wound in my hand stings as I grip his neck.

“Death,” I tell him, bringing his back to my chest. His bound hands press against my abs, but he tilts his head back to rest against my temple. “That one or two second precipice. You ready for it, sweetheart?”

He moans so lowly. “Yes.”

I squeeze his throat. Restricted blood flowandairflow. My sweetheart is about to see the afterlife, and when he’s there, experiencing a thrill he’s longed for since he became obsessed with taunting Death, I’ll let him live in it for two seconds before I drag him back to my realm. The one I reign over with him by my side.

I fuck him hard and grip him harder. His dick slaps off his abs with every hard thrust, and his moans turn more choked the harder I squeeze. I bask in all of it, tainted bliss invading my veins and harmony filling my mind. Because again, this is us. Volatile and vulnerable, caught somewhere in between, thriving in the way we both hurt and harness one another.

His fingers dig into my abs and his head goes slack against the side of mine. He wheezes, and I look over his shoulder to see his dick red and hard, a bead of precum leaking from the tip.

He’s almost there.

I clench my abs and pull all the way out, feeling every inch of my cock pushing into him languidly as he dies in my grip. It’s hard to fuck and kill someone at the same time, but I need him to have this experience.

“You looking at her?”

Weakly, he nods in my hold.