The room was dark, the only light a faint sliver from the streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. I was half-asleep, my body sore and marked from earlier, when I felt the warm pressure. Rahkeem’s thick cock was already buried deep inside me, but this wasn’t thrusting. A hot, steady stream flooded my guts—his piss, filling me up while he held me pinned on my stomach. I gasped awake, clenching around him as the liquid heat spread.
“Stay still,” he growled low in my ear, finishing with a grunt before pulling out slowly. “Bathroom. Now.”
I stumbled out of bed on shaky legs, the pressure building fast. In the bathroom I barely made it to the toilet before releasing it all, the warm rush hitting the bowl. As the last of it drained, a flash hit me—Trey’s face from earlier that night, the fear in his eyes before Rahkeem had stormed out. *Trey.* My chest tightened. Panic exploded in my throat.
“Trey!” I screamed, voice cracking. “What the fuck did you do to him?!”
The bathroom door slammed open so hard it cracked against the wall. Rahkeem stormed in, naked and furious, eyes blazing like he was ready to kill. He grabbed me by the back of the neck, yanking me up from the toilet.
“Shut the fuck up!” he snarled, shoving me against the sink. “That boy ain’t dead. Not yet. Now get dressed. We got shit to do.”
I was still shaking, but his tone left no room for argument. We stepped into the shower together. The water hadn’t even fully warmed when Rahkeem’s hand shot out, wrapping around my throat and slamming me face-first against the wet tiles. The cold shock made me gasp. His other hand gripped my hip, and without any lube or warning, he shoved his rock-hard dick straight into my ass in one brutal thrust.
I screamed, the pain white-hot and tearing through me. “Rahkeem—fuck!”
He didn’t care. He started pounding me like an animal, hips slamming forward with savage force, water cascading over our bodies. “Take this dick, you little bitch. This ass belongs to me. You hear me? Mine to wreck whenever the fuck I want.” His grip on my throat tightened, cutting off my air just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes. “Scream all you want. Ain’t nobody saving you from this.”
For the next thirty minutes he fucked me relentlessly, growling degrading filth the whole time. “Cry for it, Damarion. You love getting used like a worthless hole, don’t you? Begging me to piss in you, slap you, own you. Pathetic ass slut.” Each thrust was punishing, his balls slapping against me, the sound echoing off the tiles. I was a mess—screaming, moaning, my legs barely holding me up as he railed me harder, deeper, completely lost in his dominance.
Finally, with a deep, guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and blasted his load deep inside me, thick ropes of cum flooding my guts. He stayed pressed against me for a long moment, breathing heavy, before pulling out.
We washed off in silence, the water turning pink from the fresh bruises. Afterward, we dressed quick—Rahkeem in all black, hood up, gun tucked in his waistband like always. I threw on whatever I could find, still sore and leaking his cum.
The drive was pure trap shit. Rahkeem rolled a fat blunt while steering with his knee, the sweet smell of weed filling the car as he lit it and took a long pull. He passed it to me, windows cracked, bumping low trap beats from the speakers. We smoked heavy, the car hazy, his hand occasionally gripping my thigh hard enough to remind me who was in control. Streetlights blurred past as we moved through the city like we owned the night.
After a while, Rahkeem glanced over at me, eyes dark and serious through the smoke. “Damarion… do you love me?”
I looked at him, heart still racing from everything. “Yeah, Daddy. I love you.”
He nodded slow, a dangerous little smirk tugging at his lips. “Remember that when we get in here.”
We pulled into the parking lot of an apartment complex I’d never seen before—run-down, shadowed, the kind of place where shit went down and nobody talked. Rahkeem killed the engine, the blunt still burning between his fingers.
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