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I tilt my head, shoving another finger inside, not being gentle as I move in and out, careful not to contaminate his hole with the asshole's blood.
“I wanted to be ready for you in case. I always want to be ready for you, Daddy. No matter where you are.”
“Oh, baby. How can someone be so rotten and sweet at the same time?” Lifting his hips, I line my cock up with his hole and push my way inside. We both shiver together. I lean forward, rubbing my face into his neck and cheeks. “This mess I made, I did it all for you. Now we can share it together. Sometimes you need a little bad to appreciate the good.” I rub my bloody fingers over his nipples, tugging and twisting. Moaning and squirming underneath me, he bucks his hips.
I fuck into him deeper, claiming his mouth again, smearing his foreskin with blood as I stroke him. Our bodies chase each other, sweat and heat building between us. Our kisses turn sloppy as our bodies join together again and again, the overwhelming feeling causing me to slow my movements. I move into himdeeper, rocking in long rolls of my hips and the built up pressure inside causes me to spill inside him.
I keep stroking his straining cock, fucking my cum into him until he's throwing his head back, covering his skin in his own release. I gather his cum between my fingers and shove it between his swollen red lips, feeding it to him. I do it again until there's no more left and feeling jealous, I lean in and lick the inside of his mouth, sucking anything remaining off his tongue. He's smiling up at me as I pull away, panting, with blood in random places on his skin. I smear the red sticky substance deeper into his skin.
“You sure this is what you really want? There's more of this side of me you haven't seen yet.”
He reaches behind me and I don't realize he's pulled a knife from my boot until he's pressing it to my neck. “That makes two of us.”
“Are you going to finally stab me?” My breaths are ragged as I smile down at him, pressing my own neck to the tip of the blade.
“No, Daddy. Not yet. I’d rather you keep wondering when I will. It could be later today, tomorrow, or next year. It could be never, but you'll never really know, will you?”
“No. I'll never truly know what will happen when I'm with you and I prefer it that way.” I take the knife from his hand and slide it back in my boot. Kissing his lips, I reach for what's left of his clothes and shove them into his chest. “Let's go home.”
After I have my shirt back on and pants pulled up, I help him to his feet before carrying him to the car. I open the back and he crawls in, slipping on his clothes. Before I can walk back inside, Tyson steps onto the porch with Ethan tossed over his shoulders.
“He wouldn't stop talking, huh?”
Tyson shakes his head, walking toward the car. “Nope. Maybe a little nap will help.” There's an odd shift in his voice. As I get closer, I notice how red and tense Tyson is. Somethinghappened. He holds on to Ethan, careful not to have his hand come in contact with his ass.
“What happened? You didn't accidentally kill him, did you?”
“No. Worse.”
“What?” I'm right behind him as he sets Ethan beside his brother, Phillip helping keep him balanced against the seat.
Tyson slams the door shut, his eyes looking everywhere but me. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
He blushes, adjusting himself in his pants, which has me more curious than before since I'm not even sure if he still has a cock or not since it’s been rumored that Zacahrias cut it off. “Wait a minute.” I laugh. “I'm not letting you get in the car until you tell me what can be worse than killing the kid.” I already have an idea but want to hear him say it himself.
“He… he fucking came while I was choking him out.”
Unable to hold back any longer, I burst out laughing. “You must've done it wrong or right, whichever way you want to look at it.”
He shoots me a glare. “I did it no differently than I have with anyone else. I thought he was having a seizure at first. Then he moaned and there was a wet spot left on his pajama shorts.”
My laughter grows louder and he shoves a hand to my chest. “I knew I shouldn't have said anything.” He gets into the car and I walk around, following suit, breaking into more laughter when I get my seat belt on. An hour later, we arrive at my house and I convince Tyson to stay to keep an eye on Ethan until tomorrow. Zacharias doesn't pick up when I call him, so I reach out to Enrico, who answers immediately. I tell him I need a clean up and where.
“I'll have someone there within the next hour.” The line clicks, and I figure he was busy because he answered out of breath. It’s late, and I'm sure I'll be doing the same thing again soon.
Phillip sits on the couch, stroking his brother's hair, and when Ethan wakes up, Tyson takes Phillip's place on the couch. “Looks like you're stuck with me again until morning.”
Blinking his eyes, Ethan looks around. “Where am I? Where's Eddie?”
“You don't have to worry about him anymore.”
“What?” His eyes widen in panic and when he tries to get up, Tyson holds him down.
“Easy. You are staying exactly where you are. You should be happy to be back with your brother.”
“He's not my brother.” He balls his fists. “Eddie,” he screams, and Phillip's eyes well with tears.
“He has amnesia. I think trauma induced. Eddie used it against him, and he thinks we're the enemy,” Phillip explains, his eyes heavy.
