Mag-log in[TRISTAN'S POV]Pain wakes me.Not the good kind. Not the kind that comes with Carlton's nails raking down my back or his teeth sinking into my shoulder.The bad kind.The "someone hit me with a blunt object and I'm probably concussed" kind.I groan, roll over. My face is pressed against cold tile. My body feels like it's been through a wood chipper. Which, considering what Carlton and I did earlier, isn't far from the truth.The smell hits me next. Blood. Cum. Sweat. That particular cocktail of fluids that comes from fucking someone into the floor while bleeding from multiple stab wounds.My abs burn. I touch them, fingers coming away sticky. The cuts Carlton gave me have stopped bleeding but they're deep enough to need stitches.Later.Right now I need to figure out why I'm waking up alone on the bathroom floor wearing nothing but briefs and why my head feels like it's been used as a drum.I push myself up. The room spins. I grab the counter, steady myself, and catch my reflection i
[CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w
[CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w
[CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w
[CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w
[CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w







