"No, Axton. Stop this madness now. I'm begging you," Ren whimpered, "Gain some control, please!" He cried.
Axton ignored Ren's plea, his eyes never leaving Ren's. "Every touch, every glance, every thought of another man... I will erase it. I will replace it with me. Until there is only me." His words were a dark promise, a terrifying vow that promised to strip away every last vestige of Ren's autonomy.
He leaned down, "Maybe you need a reminder of your first night, Renault. You've been filled with too much pleasure that you forget the pain I can inflict." Axton whispered darkly.
"Your slutty ass is craving some rough pounding, Renault, I see it in your eyes," he gripped Ren's shirt, eyeing the fabric with contempt.
"No! Axton, stop, you're not yourself... don't let you-"
"Shh..." Axton covered his hand over Ren's mouth.
The air between Ren and Axton was thick with tension, a volatile mix of anger, desire, and unspoken pain.
