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“Look what the cat dragged in.” I scoff, slightly dazed from the new meds and lack of sleep. The image of Rhys covered in dirt with my cock buried deep in his arse makes my lips twitch. “Decided to join us this morning did you?” Kait grumbles around a mouthful of toast as I walk up to their table in the food hall.

Ignoring her, I pull out a chair and drop down into it, my body feeling like liquid, and roll my neck till it cracks. “What’s new?”

“Uh, uh. Oh no, no, no, no, Mr Buttmunch,” Michelle chirps, flicking Coco Pops at my head. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothin’” I shrug, tipping my head back and closing my eyes. “Ow! What the fuck?!” Pain pierces my cheek and my eyes fly open to see Michelle laying on the table poking me with a knife. “Jesus, get that thing away from me.”

“Nuh uh, not until you tell me what’s wrong with your face.” She slides back across the table into her seat, side-eyeing Kait while she sits there mouth wide open like a fish out of water.

“Fuck off.” She smirks at her friend, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she faces me and smiles saccharine sweetly, like butter wouldn’t fucking melt.

“Yeah, Christian Grey, what’s up with you? This thing,” Kait waves her butter covered fingers at my mouth. “Looks really freaking scary, like WTF my friend.” She leans in across the table, Michelle mirrors her. “Are you on drugs?” She whispers.

I snort. “Duh, we’re all on drugs here.”

“Fuck, you dickwad. That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she huffs.

I can’t help the fact my smirk grows into a manic grin stretching my dry lips so far until they crack. I wet them with the tip of my tongue savouring the copper tang as it coats the inside of my mouth. “No.”

“Jesus Christ, Maxie. It’s nearly Christmas, not Halloween,” Michelle adds. “Although you’d make an awesome joker.” She raises her index finger as I go to speak. “Not like the Jack Nicholson one. I’m thinking more like the super crazed elk of Heath Ledger.” Her eyes flutter closed as a low groan passes through her purple lips. “Now he was hot!”

“So fucking hot,” Kait agrees.

“Mmm.”

“Mmm? Fucking Mmm, Maxie? Seriously, what’s up with you today?” A look of concern flitters in the depths of her mismatched eyes as they give me a quick once over before locking their penetrating gaze onto my face. Michelle should be an interrogator or something for the police, the power she puts behind that stare has words forming on my lips that I don’t want to give voice to.

He’s not a secret. I’m not ashamed but he is all fucking mine. And I don’t want to share him or our brand of obsessive addiction with anyone else. It’s bad enough that fucking prick Gale knows about us and still dared to touch what didn’t belong to him. No one else is entitled to the myriad of deviant thoughts locked inside my mind, other than the one person I want to subject to them.

“Nothing. Jenna changed up my meds after the…”

“The incident that shall not be named,” Michelle nods, her orange and red hair back lit by the light streaming through the windows, looking more like molten lava as it moves across her shoulders.

I shoot my index fingers at her. “Yes, That.”

“Annnnd?”

“Yeah, and?” The girls say together, I roll my eyes at their persistence trying to brush it off as inane chatter that I don’t need to concern myself with, but if there’s one thing I’ve learnt in my time here, bored rich people are like bloodhounds when it comes to gossip. Make it recovering addicts and mentally unstable individuals forced into a rehabilitation centre they don’t want to be in then nothing is beyond their reach.

“And, nothing.” I shrug, my stomach gnawing away at itself sends an uncomfortable pang through me but it’s nothing I’m not used to. I’d rather have a fag, fuck a joint than be subjected to this shit. “They just make me feel a bit off.”

“Have you eaten?” I stare through Kait as I catch a glimpse of dark hair and a perfect ass hugged tightly by designer jeans. Saliva pools in my mouth, his taste ghosts over my tongue. I can still feel his tight channel clenching around my cock as it held onto me like a lifeline.

“At least these ones aren’t covered in mud.” I snicker, unable to take my eyes off him.

I’m drawn to him in a way I never have been to anyone else. From the very first time my eyes locked with his in that shitty Pizza Hut restaurant my soul claimed him as mine.

It just took years of obsessing and stalking him for Rhys to finally catch up and see what was right in front of him. I can give him what no one else will ever be able to. He might be the golden boy, but there is a part of him that was born to feast on the wicked darkness that runs in my veins. Have I corrupted him? Possibly. Has he enjoyed every moment of his fall from heaven into the depths of hell? Undoubtedly. I am his monster. I am the dark temptation that he couldn’t resist. I am the altar he will worship at for the rest of his life.

“Huh? What was that?” Kait cups her hand around her ear as if it will magically help her hear me.

“Huh? Oh um, that was a no,” I sigh, agitated and restless, I curl my fingers until the broken nails slice into my palms.

“Go grab him some porridge with golden syrup and I’ll get him a hot drink.” She nods at Michelle as they both push out of their seats leaving me alone with a whole different kind of hunger as my dick twitches in my jeans at just the sight of him talking to Oliver and Roan in the doorway.

“They better not lay a fucking finger on you, little devil, or it will be the last time they use their hands.” I grit my teeth and a muscle ticks in my clenched jaw. My eyes fall closed as I force myself to take long, slow inhales before giving him my undivided attention.

As if he can feel me looking at him, Rhys slowly turns his head, eyes scanning over the gathering of inmates until his velvet blue orbs lock with mine. Even from this distance I can see his body’s visceral reaction to me. A full body shiver works its way over him and he sinks his teeth into his plush bottom lip. Fuck. I want to trace it with my tongue and suck it into my mouth. Abuse them until they’re bruised and swollen.

I smirk at him, raising an eyebrow as he looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights, and not so subtly adjust my quickly growing dick. His eyes drop from mine, tracking my movements before ping ponging back up to my face. I run my tongue over my top lip making him swallow. A breathy chuckle tickles the back of my throat as he shoves his hands in his pockets and turns back to the guards he was talking to.

“Here you go, Heath.” A steaming bowl of porridge with copious amounts of golden syrup covering it is dropped on the table in front of me. “Eat up quick, we’ve got art therapy in a few,” Michelle says, taking her seat. “Where the fuck is Kait? I want my latte!” She spins around like a periscope and gasps. “How fucking dare she try and hit on Theo when we’re waiting for our drinks. “Oi, bitch!” She snaps, the sound of her voice silencing the room making everyone turn to look at her—and me—prisoner and guard alike.

Unperturbed Kate gives a little wave, “What? I’m busy.” She shrugs before turning back and focusing on Theo.

“Fuck this. She’s gonna take forever. I might as well go and get one myself,” Michelle seethes kicking her chair back she stalks over to the coffee station slapping Kait upside the head on the way. As if drawn by a magnetic pull my eyes land on Rhys, tracking his retreating form as he walks down the hallway, away from me.

“Now, that just won’t do.” I tuck my chair under the table and slip out of the food hall and follow him on silent feet down the corridor. His clipped pace has me lengthening my stride so he doesn’t slip out of my sight. I chance a glance over my shoulder to make sure no one else is around as a delicious plan forms in my head.

It doesn’t take me long to work out where he’s heading. A smile curls my lips and the blood in my veins starts to vibrate with lust. We round the next corner and Rhys pauses, hand raised, his index finger moving through the air as if he’s counting the wall of doors he’s faced with.

I step up behind him, hands itching to touch him but I can’t pass up the opportunity to play with him. Mumbling under his breath to himself he has no idea I’m inches behind him. Closing the distance, my lips brush his ear and he shivers. “It’s the third door you want, if you’re looking for the back hallway to my room,” I whisper and bite back a groan when his breath hitches, his body instinctively seeking mine as he leans back into me.

“Fuck! You scared me.” He spins around so fast he almost topples into me. My hands instinctively, protectively land on his hips to steady him. My fingers flex at feeling him firm and alive beneath them. I might have hunted him down, fucked him into the ground rendering him an incoherent mess but my heart and mind are still convinced I’m lost to a delusion and I’m actually locked up somewhere drugged and wearing a straightjacket.

“Were you after something?” I tilt my head to the side bearing my throat to him as he steps into me, his body flush with mine. “Fuck, me, little devil. If you want me all you have to do is ask.”

“Mmmm,” he moans, his lips skimming along my neck. “It’s not what you think?—”

“Isn’t it? Then tell me what are you doing down here.”

His hands work their way up my exposed arms and squeeze my shoulders. “Roan, a-asked me to get the mop…” his words trail off as his tongue tentatively traces circles across my throat. The tentative teasing touch has ripples of desire swelling through me. This isn’t how we were with each other, but time and distance seems to have us both questioning if these encounters are real or an alternate reality our brains have created to soothe our shattered hearts.

“Did he really?” I bite back the moan working its way up my throat as his hips rock into mine, his addictive scent short wiring my brain. I want to devour him. See him on his knees as I own him and watch his plush lips stretch around my cock.

“No. I-I wanted to talk...” He sighs, dropping his head to my shoulder, his arms wrap around my waist pulling us even closer together, like he can’t bear for us to be separated even at a molecular level.

“But I was in the food hall, you saw me… so?” He pulls his head back, midnight blue eyes bleeding pain so profound it sinks into my heart like a rusted blade. I put that look there, I hurt him when it’s the last thing I ever wanted to do.

“I knew you’d follow me. Call it gut instinct or what you will?—”

“Obsession. Addiction. Love?”

“All of those, maybe?” His voice hitches and tears begin to well on his lash line, one breaks away and falls down his cheek. I lean forward and kiss it away, tasting his torment on my tongue. A stuttering breath ghosts over my face and his eyes fall closed as he clenches his jaw tension ripples over his face under my lips.

His agony is palpable, saturating the air, suffocating me. I broke him. The truth is we’re both more broken than before, in new ways and old. Abandonment has always been one of his most vicious monsters and I nurtured it with my actions. I single handedly ripped the foundations of his world out from under his feet, shredded him to pieces like he was nothing, when in reality he is the centre of my world.

How I wish I could change the past. I’d obliterate it and burn it to the ground. Purge the world of the evil that has surrounded, coerced and manipulated him. I’d take away his painful memories, I’d show him the truth behind the lies, if only I was strong enough. But if I did that he wouldn’t be the boy I’ve been obsessed with since I was eight. He wouldn’t be the man that turned that obsession into something far more dangerous, love.

“Not n-now… I c-can’t,” I rasp, knowing it would end him if he knew. The truth is dangerous. It has the power to destroy the fabric of the world he knows it. I’m not ready to shatter that illusion yet, not until I can catch him when he falls into the void that is waiting to swallow him whole.

“Kayden.” his tone imploring me, watery eyes begging me to give him something. I can see the same disillusioned mania flicking in the backs of his eyes, one that mirrors my own and yet is so different. Rhys is fragile, too fragile right now. We need to heal, reconnect. Get to know one another as who we are now before I can give him what he wants.

“It’s not the right time.” I lick my dry lips. “What… what I have to tell you will change everything?—”

“I know, doctor Grey?—”

“He gave you assumptions, not truths.” I shake my head trying to clear my mind as a myriad of images, memories and nightmares are pulled into perfect clarity before my eyes. Squeezing my eyes shut I push my fits into them hoping I can force them to retreat before I’m lost to the depravity of the devil’s playground.

A warm hand cups my face, thumb gently caressing my cold skin. Soft lips place kisses on my closed eyelids suffusing me with kindness and warmth and a shuddering breath escapes my mouth. “Shhh, it’s okay baby. I’m here. We’re together. I’m never letting you go, angel.” I peel my eyes open and my heart shatters to dust. Tears stain his beautiful face, but it’s the look of adoration shining in his glistening depths that hits like a sucker punch. “I won’t let your darkness consume you, Kayden. If you go off the deep end I’ll dive down into it and find you and bring you back to me. I. Will. Never. Let. You. Go.”

And I break. Fucking shatter in his hands and can only hope he’s strong enough to catch me before its too late. “I… I… l-l?—”

“Shhh, K. It’s okay.” He cups my face pulling my forehead down to his as a torrent of pain unleashes on my soul and I collapse into his eternal embrace.

This isn’t how it’s meant to be. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. It feels like the world is laughing at me, holding hope by its throat as it taunts me by saying ‘but this is how it is. This is life and life is suffering.’

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you and I’m never letting go.” His words breathe life into me. His words wrap about me silencing the riot of agony ricocheting in my head like an artillery bombardment. A howl of suffering claws up my throat, flaying me alive, bleeding me dry as I sob into the crook of his neck soaking his top. Tainting him with my torment, infecting like an incurable cancer.

Rhys slips his fingers through my hair, scraping his nails across my scalp sending shivers down my spine. His hands work over my body collecting all my broken pieces, keeping them safe in the palm of his hands and tucking them next to his heart. Every touch is like magic, every gentle caress calms the raging storm I’m drowning in. His light, his warmth works through the cracks in my black soul fusing me back together.

“Come back to me, angel.” His soft words echo in the cavern inside my head calling to me like a siren’s song. He peppers whisper soft kisses across my brow, down my nose and at the corners of my mouth before placing a lingering one on my lips. My body automatically opens for him allowing him access to my mouth. Each sensual twist of his tongue stokes the simmering embers in my core and pulls me out of the darkness and drowns me in his light.

“I need you,” I whisper urgently into his mouth. A violent shudder wracks through him as he sucks the air from my lungs and a deep groan resonates in his chest. “I need to lose myself in your body, little devil, and I’m going to take it whether you want me to or not.”

With desperate hunger I suck his bottom lip into my mouth pulling it through my teeth before releasing it to lick away the pain. Desire turns my blood to liquid fire that ignites the air around us, casting everything else into shadow as we teeter on the edge of oblivion.

The door flies open as my foot connects with it crashing into the stone wall. I haul Rhys through it before someone comes looking for him and interrupts us. I shove him against the wall, his body jolting from the impact against the unforgiving surface forcing a perturbed grunt from him.

He narrows his eyes at me, all thoughts of my breakdown eviscerated from memory. “W-what are you doing?” He stutters, confusion lacing his tone as I wrap my hand around his throat and squeeze, the pressure building with every passing second. I bite down on my lip, a surge of primal satisfaction coursing through me as he tips his head back, a guttural groan escapes his kiss swollen lips as I increase the pressure.

“Fuck, that’s it, little devil. I want nothing more than to break you in all the ways you have broken me.” My lips ghost over his as I eat up the remaining space between us and slip my thigh between his legs. His breath catches in his throat as it brushes his hard length. Fuck, yeah.

I stroke my thumb along his pulse point feeling it flutter under my fingertips like a hummingbird’s wings. Placing my thumb under his chin I angle his head arching the column of his neck and run my nose along his smooth skin inhaling his delicious scent. Goosebumps ripple over his skin and a full body shudder rolls through him, rocking his hard length into my thigh. “A-angel,” he rasps. “More… please.”

It’s intoxicating having him so willing and pliant in my hands, but it isn’t enough. It never will be. I want to consume him. Make him so addicted to me that he’d rather die than breathe without me. My lips ghost over his as I trace the shape of them with the tip of my tongue. “On your knees.”

He tilts his head, a smirk flickering at the corner of his lips and my heart stops beating when he falls to his knees trapped between me and the wall. Fuck. “I want to see those pretty lips stretched around my cock, little devil.”

My hand sinks into his hair, wrapping around the silky trends with a firmness that promises both pleasure and pain. His eyes flutter shut, his breath hitching as the tension that once gripped his shoulders releases in a wave of surrender as he exhales.

I wrench his head backwards, instinctively his hands latch on to my thighs for balance and his eyes snap open to reveal the midnight blue depths consumed by pitch black pupils. “Open. Tongue out,” I growl, my voice laced with command and watch enraptured as he obeys without hesitation, his desperation palpable as it electrifies the air. “Desperate for a taste of me, hmm? So fucking needy.”

I press my thumb down on his tongue, feeling its wet heat beneath my touch, prying his jaw open wider as I slip it into his mouth, guiding it slowly towards the back of his throat. I anticipate the inevitable gag, but it never comes. Instead, his tongue curls around my digit, trying to draw it in deeper.

“I can’t wait to be buried in the tight heat of your throat and watch your tears fall will I fuck your face. You’re beautiful when you cry,” I whisper reverently, the intensity of my need echoing in the quiet space between us. Slowly, I withdraw my thumb, ragged breaths punching out of my chest, and I brace myself against the wall.

Leaning closer, I spit into his open mouth, the sound reverberating around us like a gunshot in the otherwise silent room. “Don’t swallow,” I grunt, tension crackling between us, the air thick with anticipation. I flick open the button on my jeans and work the zipper down the fabric whispering against my skin as I push my jeans down my hips and pull my aching length free it slaps against my abs, precum slicking the skin as I tuck my boxers underneath my balls. “Hold it there as if it were my cum.”

I squeeze the base tightly as that telltale tingle starts to build at the base of my spine before working my hand from root to tip making precum leak from my tip. Feeling his hungry gaze tracking every move intensifies the sensation of my rough skin working over the sensitive skin of my shaft. Biting the inside of my cheek, I angle my cock down and trace his top lip with my tip, staining him with my essence, marking him with my scent.

“Fucking perfect.” I slap my crown into the waiting pool of saliva on his tongue and begin to work it across his tongue, slicing myself up with each inward stroke. Rhys groans as my flavour bursts across his taste buds and my eyes fall shut as I savour the feeling of sinking into him.

“Oh-my-god… fuck,” I shout as he envelops my crown, his lips sliding down my length taking me almost to the back of his throat before pulling back. He swirls his tongue around my glans then dips it into my slit, teasing me to the point of pain and I fucking love it. The building heat at the base of my spine intensifies as waves of pleasure crash through my body. I feel myself thicken in his mouth as he swallows me down into his throat and buries his nose in my groin, his lips suctioning the root of my cock.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” I coo, wiping away his tears as they flow down his cheeks. I lift my wet thumb to my mouth and lick the glittering drops off my skin. Rhys’s glassy eyes widen before he groans around my throbbing length. The vibrations oscillating around his throat have my heavy balls drawing up, tightly hugging the base of my shaft.

Pushing back off the wall I cup his face in my hands, thumbs caressing his cheek bones and I take a step back so only my crown is held between his swollen lips. “I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers and come hands free while I fuck your throat and fill you with my cum.”

“H-here?” The raspy tone of his voice makes me shudder.

“Yes.”

“B-but…” A frantic expression flickers across his face. “What i-if someone sees?”

“Well, in that case you better be quick about it before someone comes looking for you.” I nod towards his jeans. “Undo them now and push them down to your knees.”

“K-Kayden?”

“I said do it now, Rhys. I want you to come before I do. I want to infect your mind so all you can think about is me. Not Roan, Oliver or fucking Gale,” I spit their names out as if they were a curse. I begin to stroke myself at a punishing pace, fucking into the tight grip of my hand as he wars with indecision. “If you don’t hurry up I’m going to come on your face.” My lips quirk as he gasps. “I’ll rub it into your skin and I won’t allow you to wash it off for the rest of your shift, unless you do what I fucking say.”

Sucking in a sharp breath Rhys undoes his jeans pushing them and his boxers down to his in a second flat. “Hand.” Lust flames in his dark eyes as I lean forwards and suck his two extended fingers into my mouth creating a tight, hot vacuum around them.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, chest heaving, his heavy pants unable to catch his breath. I flick my tongue over, and around his fingers imagining they were his thick length. When I think they’re wet enough I release them with an audible pop. A look of awe and wonder blooms over Rhys’s face as he looks directly into my eyes like he can find infinite answers in the depths of my tattered soul.

“Now reach between your legs and sink your fingers into your needy cunt.” A wanton moan escapes him as he slowly sinks down onto his fingers with a shuddering exhale. “Sore, baby?”

“Yes, but…”

“But what, little devil?” He hesitates indecision building in his features. “Answer now before I fucking ruin your throat.” My hand curves over my wet tip working my precum down my shaft a primal groan rumbling in my chest as he begins to fuck himself on his finger. “Such a good fucking boy.”

Collecting a pearl of precum off my tip I wipe it along his bottom lip which he licks clean. Rhys tips his head back opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out and I slide fucking home, into the wet heat of his mouth. My hands slide across his jaw and sink into the short hair at the nape of his neck and hold his head still just as the last threads of my control disintegrate.

My hips slam forward, balls slapping against his chin as I pick up a punishing rhythm. Each thrust abusing the back of his throat, blocking his airways as I chase the orgasm that’s barreling towards me. Even though he can’t breath, Rhys groans around me as precum pulses from my tip. “You take me so fucking well, little devil. Your throat was made just for me,” I grunt out between thrusts.

My eyes are laser focused on where my cock slides effortlessly between his swollen lips, saliva pouring from the corners of his mouth as I brutally take what I want. Rhys’ hollow cheeks and watering eyes are seared into my memory for all time as the blood in my veins turns to quicksilver as I hold myself on the edge of blissful oblivion needing him to come first.

“Fucking milk yourself on your finger, Rhys.” His body locks up tight, shoulders going rigid as a low rumbling groan works its way up my shaft. The vibrations couple with his swallowing around me as I slip down his throat pushes me over the edge. Fireworks explode as my eyes shutter closed and I detonate, thick jets of cum pour down his throat.

I pull back back as the second wave of my orgasm rips through me, throwing me off the edge of the world as I start to free fall in brutal rapture. Leaving only my tip in his mouth as my cum pools on his tongue. Sucking in a heaving breath I fall to my knees and slam my lips down onto his, the force of the kiss knocks Rhys to the floor as I devour every inch of his mouth, feeding my cum between us until he has swallowed every last drop.

I don’t know how long I maul him on the floor for but it’s long enough for our cocks to be hard again as I start to rut against his cum covered length. The easy glide of our slick sensitive lengths is pure brutal torture that dances the line between pleasure and pain. I slip my hand between us, closing my first tightly around us as we frot against each other like we haven’t come in a lifetime, not mere minutes.

It doesn’t take long for our release to crash through us like a tsunami wave that threatens to pull us into the dark depths of exhaustion as the final stop of our release seeps from my slit into my waiting palm. On shaky arms I push myself up so I’m sitting back on my knees. “Pull your top up for me, baby.”

Rhys looks at me curiously for a split second before he rolls his eyes and a weak raspy chuckle passes his bruised lips. “Good boy,” I coo, pouring our combined release onto his stomach and start to massage it into his sweat slicked skin. “Now everyone will know who you belong to.” I growl against his lips before shoving my cum covered digits into his mouth for him to lick clean.

“F-fuck…ing… c-cave…man,” he breaths, voice trembling with exhaustion. I run my fingers through his hair making him look thoroughly fucked before trailing my knuckles down his cheek, and smile. It’s small, fragile like it’s made from shattered glass. It’s the first true smile I’ve been able to form since the day I woke up abandoned and alone in that hospital bed.

Rhys’s eyes are a deep dark mirror, a myriad of emotions, each one a reflection of the turmoil raging within me. I brush my lips against his gently, reverently, breathing in the scent of us from his mouth.