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“Stop.”

“Nope, just let me in, Cal. You wanted me to fuck you, and at last, finally, I’m going to fuck you.”

He kept pressing forward, and I started to struggle, to free myself, to stop him, to do something.

“Stop, Ash!” All of a sudden, I could hear my parents’ voices in my head, telling me I was filthy, and a devil child, and that I deserved to go to hell for my abhorrent behaviour, and wicked wants.

“No… god no, please…”

Ash’s body pressed tight against mine, my ass stuffed full of cock, and a sob escaped, followed by another, as pleasure mixed with pain, and heartbreak, and disgust, because after more than a decade of being told this was wrong, they were ruining what should be a perfect moment.

“Cal?”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Ash

Look, I wanted to hurt him originally, and I fucking wanted him right now, like I’d wanted him for fucking ever, but this? Was it still hot? I mean, I’m a Cross, so kinda, yeah, but I was also worried I was doing it wrong or something. It never looked like this in porn, did it?

“Cal, baby, talk to me. What’s going on? You’re gonna kill my boner,” I whispered as I kissed his neck, and stroked my fingers through his hair. I wasn’t kidding, if he kept this behaviour up, I’d totally lose my hard on, and I was finally where I’d wanted to be since I realised it was him. Always him. Only him.

“Filthy,” he whispered, sobbing harder, “I’m a filthy boy, devil’s child…” What the fuck?

“Cal? Hey, stop that.”

“Should be punished… filthy devil boy…” He was starting to freak me out, because he was whispering that over and over, and I don’t think he was even in the fucking room with me anymore. The guttural way he whispered those words, hell, it didn’t even sound like his fucking voice. What was going on? Had they done this to him? I mean, it was pretty fucking obvious at this point, right?

“Cal… baby, shhh…” I had no idea what to say, or do, and I really wanted to ask someone for fucking help, because how the hell was I supposed to fix this? Fix him… could he even be fixed?

“Filthy, filthy,” Cal chanted, squirming beneath me, and fuck, that did things to me. I knew it wasn’t meant to feel good, but that didn’t stop it feeling like he just fucking arched into me, to take my cock deeper. Maybe what he needed was for me to show him how good it could be. To overwrite his ingrained programming with reality. Me. I’m his reality, right?

Cal carried on murmuring to himself, calling himself all kinds of awful things, but he writhed again, and I groaned as it sent a ripple of pleasure up my spine. Fuck me. He was killing me with this shit.

I caught sight of my phone on the bedside table, and realised if I stretched enough I could reach it, and then I could get help. That was all I needed. Help.

My fingers were slick from the lube, and I almost flicked it onto the floor, but on the third slippery attempt, I caught hold of it and rested it on the bed beside me, as I selected the number and dialled, lifting it to my ear as Cal cursed out loud, and sobbed again.

“Filthy whore child. Disgusting abomination.”

Jesus Christ.

“Hey kiddo, how’s it going?” Thank god. My dad would know what to do.

“Dad, it’s getting weird. I need help.”

Dad Dory groaned and I heard him calling out to dad Gray, and I figured between them, they’d know what to do, right?

“Talk us through it. He killed her, right?”

“Yeah, forget that. Listen.” I held the phone closer to Cal, and let them hear him murmuring his freakishly unsettling words.

“Dirty devil child. Filthy boy. Must be… punished…”

When I lifted it back to my ear, I heard them muttering to each other.

“Well? What do I do?”

Dad Dory cleared his throat. “Uh… what’s exactly going on right now, kid?”