Chapter 157

The silence stretched out for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes before Byron could make his vocal cords work.

“I-I-I s-s-still h-h-have t-t-to s-s-say ‘n-n-no’.”

“Pity. Refusal is not an option.” Kory’s grip on Byron’s wrist tightened and abruptly he used that to twist Byron around and push him against the counter top. Byron struggled futilely against the vampire’s greater strength, but to no avail. Kory pulled his arm upward increasing the pain and discomfort. Still restraining Byron, Kory reached around and grasped Byron’s zipper with his free hand. A quick tug and the pants loosened.

“N-n-no,” Byron protested feebly as Kory shoved his pants to the floor. He could feel the roughness of Kory’s pants against his naked buttocks. Kory had never been so rough, so domineering before with him. Under different circumstances, it might have even been arousing, but now, all Byron could feel was terror.

“Mmm, you smell good.” Kory snuggled closer to him and lightly ran his tongue along the rapid pulse in Byron’s jugular vein.

“P-p-please d-d-don’t d-d-do th-th-this.”

“Byron, you exist solely at my pleasure. If it pleases me to have sex, we will have sex. My pleasure is the only concern.” Byron could hear the familiar sound of a zipper being undone behind him. Soon, something long and hard was poking him. Kory wedged Byron’s cheeks open and began rubbing himself slowly along the crack. Byron felt his cheeks become hot as he realized he was becoming aroused by this. His erection pressed uncomfortably against the counter.

Kory used his hand to guide his erection to Byron’s opening. A quick, hard thrust left him sheathed in Byron’s body. He began moving hard and fast. The violence of the sex made Byron cry out. He fervently hoped that Kory would finish soon. As the assault continued, he remembered that vampires could control their release. This would continue as long as Kory wished it to.

Byron felt a warm liquid begin to run down his leg. A brief glance made him swallow hard to prevent himself from vomiting. He was bleeding. Byron watched in horrid fascination at the trickle of blood running down his leg while Kory continued to pound inside him. He gave one last thrust and spilled his seed deep inside Byron’s battered body.

Kory picked Byron up and carried him into their bedroom. He gently put him on the bed. Byron didn’t even try to resist as Kory stripped him and slowly licked the blood off. His arm ached and there was a dull throbbing sensation in his abdomen.

“Next time you try to resist, you’ll feel true pain,” his husband warned.

Byron awkwardly turned onto his side. As he lay there curled up in pain, slow, silent tears made their way down his cheeks to drip onto the pillow.