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“Don’t I realize what?” he asks calmly, moving the blade over to do another cut.
“Don’t you realize you’re exactly what I want? Why would I do anything to remove you from my life?”
His eyes move to mine, studying me. “I wish I could believe you.”
“Quintin, think about it. We’re both fucked up. We know things about each other that nobody could ever know. You don’t trust me and I think you’d kill me without giving it a second thought, but you know what? You’d miss me. You’d be bored without me. You need my type of craziness to make your life a little more interesting. We aren’t normal by any means, but we’re meant for each other. Tell me why I’d kill you.”
He continues to stare at me for a few seconds before he finishes his work on my chest. His fingers run over the cuts, spreading the blood on my skin. His eyes darken and he drags his bloodied hand up to my neck, squeezing my throat as he shifts and shoves his cock back into my ass.
“Because I killed your dad. That’s why.”
A small, quiet noise escapes my mouth before his grip tightens on my throat.
Ezra
ChapterTwenty-Four
His eyes bulge as he stares up at me, confusion etched across his handsome features. Not that he's confused by my statement, but at how I found out about it.
“Don’t bullshit me anymore, Kas,” I say, thrusting into him and sending his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
I release his throat and hitch his leg over my hip, pushing deep into his ass.
“I…how…it’s…” He stumbles through his words. “Shit.”
“That’s right, baby. Figure out what lie you want to spew next.”
“Oh god,” he moans, his free hand gripping my thigh.
“You want revenge? Is that what this is about?”
“No!” he cries when I forcefully thrust into him.
I pull out and flip him over; he has to adjust his hand on the headboard before I take his hips in my hands and slide into him again.
“Why did you find me then? If not to turn me in or exact your revenge? Fucking tell me!” I roar, fucking him hard and fast.
He’s nothing but grunts and moans, his free hand jacking his cock with fervor.
“You can’t get rid of me, Kaspian.”
“I don’t want to.”
My hips rock back and forth, my cock filling him up and stretching him wide. His pleasure filled noises crowd the room along with the sound of our bodies clashing together. My orgasm hits hard, my release exploding out of me and into his ass.
“Fuck!” I roar, holding him tight as my body vibrates with the aftershocks.
“Oh my god,” he cries, his forehead pressing into the headboard as he comes on my pillow.
I grab the knife and wrap my arm around his chest, hand pressing against his fresh wounds as I yank him up as much as I can. My chest collides into his back and I bring the blade to his throat.
With my mouth at his ear, I say, “Give me one reason not to slit your throat right fucking now.”
He sucks in deep breaths for a handful of seconds. “If I go missing, your secret will no longer be safe.” He pauses. “You need me alive. I have other photos. I have your name written down.”
I stay there at his back, blade pressed to his flesh as I contemplate what I want to do. Part of me wants to let the knife slide across his throat, but the other part of me knows I shouldn’t do something without a fool-proof plan. Eventually, I pull away from him and unlock the handcuffs before I walk around the bed and grab my clothes. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
He turns around, his chest bloody. “I think we should talk.”
