LOGIN[TRISTAN'S POV]Let me stay.The words echo in my skull like a fucking grenade just went off.I stare at Bunny sitting naked on my bed, cum drying on his face, looking at me like I hold his entire world in my hands.He wants to stay.With me. After everything. After the kidnapping, the torture, the forced orgasms and brutal fucking and sleepless nights. After I dragged him into my war, painted his hands red, made him complicit in crimes he'll never wash off.He wants to stay.I should be happy. Ecstatic, even.But all I feel is cold, creeping dread."No," I say.His face crumples."No?" His voice cracks. "You promised me. You said—""I said you'd leave," I cut him off. "And you will. Tonight."He stands, shaking, fury radiating off him in waves. "You bastard!” "You should be happy," I say. “At least no more bastard to disturb you.""Outside is dangerous."I freeze.What?"What did you just say?"Carlton's eyes widen. He realizes his mistake. "I meant—""That you're safe here," I fi
[CARLTON'S POV]BANG! BANG! BANG!The sound splits my skull like an axe through wood.I jolt upright and every nerve ending in my body screams in protest. My ass feels like someone took a baseball bat to it. My thighs shake. My hole burns, raw and swollen, like I've been split open and stitched back together wrong.Everywhere hurts. "Blyat," Tristan growls beside me, his voice thick with sleep and Russian curse words.He's awake too. Naked. Hair sticking up in every direction like he just got electrocuted. One amber eye blinking at the door, the other covered by that black leather eyepatch he wears like a badge of honor.My gaze drops lower. Can't help it.Morning wood. Thick, heavy, already half-hard and resting against his thigh like a weapon waiting to be deployed. The piercings catch the dim light filtering through the curtains, eight little metal rings that destroyed me last night.I look down at myself.No morning wood. Nothing. My dick is done. Tapped out. Waving a white flag
[TRISTAN’S POV]His jaw drops open instinctively. I slide in slow, savoring the heat of his mouth, the way his tongue automatically curls around my shaft."That's it." I grip his head with both hands, hold him still. Fucking his hot throat, brushing his tongue with the underside of my cock. His eyes glaze. "Now watch how Daddy does it."I pull out of his mouth, drop back to my knees.His cock is right in front of my face. Still hard, flushed dark red at the tip, leaking pre-cum.I swallow him down to the root in one go."Fuck!" Carlton's hips buck, trying to thrust deeper. I hold him down with one hand splayed across his stomach.This is how you suck cock. Not the sloppy, desperate way he does it. This is controlled. Methodical. I hollow my cheeks, suck hard, use my tongue to map every vein, every ridge.His hands fly to my head, gripping so hard it almost hurts. "Hunter, you fucker."I don't stop. Don't slow down. Just suck harder, faster, until he's writhing on the counter, sobbin
[TRISTAN'S POV]I bottom out inside him and the world stops.Time ceases to exist. Literally fucking stops: time, space, every rational thought I've ever had.All that exists is this: Carlton's hole stretched obscene around my cock, swallowing every pierced inch like it was made for me. Like the devil himself reached down and carved out this boy's insides specifically to fit my dick.He's sobbing. Full-body shakes, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. His hole flutters around me, trying to adjust, trying to accommodate the sheer fucking size of me splitting him open."Tristan—" His voice cracks. "Too much. It's too much, I can't—""You can." I pull back slow, watch his rim drag along my shaft, clinging like it doesn't want to let go. "And you will, suka. Because this hole belongs to me."I slam back in.His scream echoes off the bathroom tiles. Music to my fucking ears."Blyat." The curse rips from my throat. "So tight. After everything I did
[CARLTON’S POV]I feel it. Hot breath on the back of my neck. The solid wall of heat that is his chest pressing against my back. Something hard—thick, blunt, already leaking—nudges between my ass cheeks. His reflection appears behind mine in the mirror.One eye. Scarred and covered, no eye patch tonight. Just the ruined socket, puckered and angry. The other eye burns amber-gold in the harsh bathroom light, fixed on me with an intensity that makes my knees weak.His arms come around my waist. Huge hands span my stomach, fingers nearly touching at my spine."Sneaking out, eh?" His voice is gravel and smoke, lips brushing my ear. "Bad manners, zayka. Bad boy."My heart hammers. "I came to pee. Please, I was just going back—"SMACK!Pain explodes across my ass. I yelp, hands flying to grip the edge of the sink, knuckles going white."Uh-uh." His palm smooths over the burning skin, deceptively gentle. "Son always stays close to Daddy. Partner to partner." He squeezes my ass cheek, fing
2:30am, after TRISTAN’S FuckFest. 💋🥵[CARLTON'S POV]I wake up because my ass is on fire.Not metaphorically. Literally feels like someone shoved a blowtorch up there and left it burning.The room is dark. Silent except for Tristan's breathing beside me: deep, steady, the kind of sleep you only get after you've murdered half your empire and fucked someone into oblivion.I don't move. Can't, really. My legs are numb from the waist down, pins and needles crawling up my thighs whenever I try to shift. My hole—Jesus Christ, my hole—throbs with every heartbeat, swollen and raw and gaping open like it's forgotten how to close.I risk a glance down at myself.Mistake.Dried blood crusts the inside of my thighs. More of it smeared across my ass crack, dark and flaking. My hole is visible even in the dim light filtering through the curtains; red, puffy, obscene. He wrecked me.And I fucking loved it.That's the worst part. Not the blood or the pain or the fact that I can literally feel air
(CARLTON’S POV)There’s nothing hidden under the sun anymore. Nothing my captor doesn’t know. It makes me want to jump into a hole forever. I did drag races from high school to college. The cops confiscated my cars many times, some of which were smashed. Dad bailed me countless times, and Mom used
(TRISTAN'S POV)‘Vengeance is of the Lord,’ I always preached it when I was a priest. I was once an angel with the bible, winning souls for Christ. Now a devil with an empire, sending souls to hell. I’ve tasted light and darkness, and I must confess: Black tastes better. Fuck, justice, I’ll rathe
(CARLTON’S POV)For some morbid reasons, my heartbeat is normal. “Cut the crap. They won’t hurt me.”Tristan sniggers as if shit is on my face. “Why?”“You won’t allow it.” “Be careful,” he taps the blade on my face twice. “The devil is unpredictable.”Another derisive snigger escapes me. “If you
(TRISTAN’S POV)‘A madman feels no shame, but the sane person walking in his lane.’ Bunny had said to me while combing through my wardrobe. He looked so pissed and fuckable. I’d have taken my chances, a blow or two, or maybe he’d take my remaining eye. We were late, so I clenched my thighs against







