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He moves down my body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and when he reaches my arm, he pauses, his breath hot against the bandage. For a moment, he just stares at it, but then he pulls it off, tossing it to the floor. His fingers hover over the cut softly, and then he presses his lips to it, a soft, almost reverent kiss that makes my heart stutter in my chest.
Then he’s back up, his mouth crashing into mine as he pushes into me, the suddenness of it stealing my breath. It’s rough, almost violent, but it’s exactly what I need, what we both need. There’s no gentleness, no holding back, just raw, unfiltered need driving us.
The pain from my arm mixes with the pleasure, creating a heady, intoxicating blend that makes my head spin. He reaches between us, pulling his cock from his boxers. He swirls the swollen head around my pussy, causing a soft moan to slip from my lips.
“Fuck, Tatum,” he growls against my lips, his voice raw, filled with a dark, dangerous hunger that sends shivers down my spine. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I don’t answer, can’t answer, because his mouth is on mine again, devouring me like he’s starving, like I’m the only thing that can satisfy this insatiable hunger inside him. And maybe I am. Maybe we’re both trapped in this, bound by something dark and twisted that we can’t get enough of. With that, he slams into me. Hard and relentless, filling me with every inch of him.
“Oh, fuck!” I moan into Caius’s mouth. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, needing more, always needing more. We move together, fast and hard, the bed creaking beneath us, but nothing else exists outside of this moment, this primal, desperate need to be as close as possible.
“That's it, baby. Make those sweet sounds for me,” he groans as he slams into me again. He’s so thick. Stretching me to my limit as he pounds into me aggressively. It stings. Like he’s ripping me on the inside, but I don’t care. I want this. I need this. I need him.
His hand finds its way to my throat, and he grips it firmly as he lifts himself up to look down on me. “Look at mommy and daddy’s little princess. What would they think of you now? Hmm? How would they react if they knew their precious pride and joy was on her back, taking her big brother's cock like a good little slut?”
I don’t reply. I can’t. I can’t bring myself to think about them. Not now, not ever. All I want to think about is him. Us. And how good he makes me feel. I know to him it’s a game. I know to him this is his way of getting back at them for how they treated him, but I don’t care.
None of it matters.
“Come on my cock, Tatum,” he whispers as his grip on my throat tightens. “I want to feel your tight cunt squeezing me while I fill you with my load,”
When I finally shatter, it’s like a thousand volts of electricity surging through me, every nerve alight with the intensity of it.
“Caius-” I cry out, my nails digging into his back, and he follows right after, his body tensing above me before he collapses, spent and breathless, on top of me.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and wild, like he’s on the edge of losing control. And in that moment, I realize that I’m not just scared of him—I’m scared of what he makes me feel, scared of how much I want this, want him, even though I know it’s wrong.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, his voice a low, dangerous growl that sends a thrill of fear and excitement through me. “Tell me you belong to me.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper, the words tumbling out before I can stop them before I can think about what they mean. And the worst part is, I know it’s true. I am his. I’ve been his from the moment I let him pull me into his darkness, from the moment I made that first cut, drew that first drop of blood.
His eyes flash with something dark and triumphant, and he captures my lips in a bruising kiss, his hands gripping me tighter, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go. But I’m not going anywhere. I’m too far gone, too deep in this to ever turn back. The line between fear and desire has blurred, and I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. All I know is that in this moment, with Caius’s hands on me, his lips claiming mine, I feel more alive than I ever have.
He’s pushing me further, drawing out something dark and twisted that’s been lurking inside me, and I’m powerless to resist. I don’t want to resist. I want to see how deep this goes, how far we can fall together. Because as terrifying as this is, it’s also intoxicating, like a drug I never knew I needed until now.
“I knew from the moment I met you that I’d be the one to ruin you. I knew you’d be mine.”
His words sink into me, carving themselves into my soul, and I know with a chilling certainty that he’s right. I am his—bound to him by the darkness we share, by the blood on our hands, by the twisted, fucked-up love that’s taken root in the depths of our broken hearts.
And as Caius leans in to claim my lips once more, I realize that I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about the fear, the guilt, the horror of what we’ve done. All I care about is this—this dark, all-consuming connection that we share, the way he makes me feel, the way he makes me forget everything else.
In this moment, I’m his. Completely and utterly his. And maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly where I’m meant to be.
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Lil Peep, Nedarb - Beamer Boy
The darkness inside me is like a living thing, always hungry, always waiting to consume whatever I feed it. And Tatum… she’s become its favorite meal. The more I push her, the deeper I drag her into my world, the more I see that she’s not just a pawn in my game—she’s something else entirely.
She’s mine.
I’ve always known that I have a certain influence over people, a way of bending them to my will, of making them see the world the way I want them to see it. But with Tatum, it’s different. She’s not like the others. She’s stronger, more resilient, but at the same time, she’s so fragile, so breakable. And I want to break her. I want to shatter that fragile part of her and mold her into something new, something dark, something that belongs to me completely.
But there’s more to it than that. It’s not just about control anymore. It’s not just about bending her to my will. It’s about something deeper, something primal. I need her in a way I’ve never needed anyone before. It scares me, but it also drives me. I want to see how far she’ll go, how deep she’ll sink, how much of herself she’s willing to give up for me.
Tonight is the night. I’m going to push her further than she’s ever gone before. I’m going to take her somewhere she’s never been, somewhere anything can happen, and I’m going to see if she’ll follow me into the abyss.
The streets are empty, the night air cool against my skin as we drive through the city. Tatum sits beside me, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes staring straight ahead. She’s tense, I can feel it radiating off her in waves, but she doesn’t say anything. She knows better than to ask questions.
