Choke – A Dark MMF Romance Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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Pain registers me as two wet fingers slowly invade my asshole. “What are you doing, Callum?”

“I’m going to fuck you like the little dog you are, so you know which of us is the master and which is the pathetic, worthless bitch.”

Callum spreads my ass cheeks and spits directly on my asshole. “Ah, this tight little hole, Atlas. It’s beggin’ for my cock to spread it nice and wide. You want me to make it hurt, don’t you, my pretty boy? You want me to stretch you until you cry for me, don’t you?” More spit on my asshole before Callum penetrates me with two fingers again, working them in and out slowly at first before increasing his pace. “This is going to hurt, baby boy. You shouldn’t have pissed me off when there’s no lube around. Looks like all you’ll get is a little blood and spit.”

My body is hurled around again so my cock is level with the dead man’s knife wound, the one Callum fucked earlier. “Better stuff your dick in that, pretty boy. It’ll hurt less when I fuck your useless asshole.”

My fingers tremble as my mind rages with want, disgust, and need.

“Put it in, pretty boy. Show me what a depraved little slut you are for me.”

Gripping my cock, I line it up with the bloody hole in the dead body. This should disgust me, but it doesn’t. There’s a perverse delight in the act. My eyes shut as my hips thrust forward, and I lodge my cock into the limp, lifeless body.

My body lunges forward as Callum slowly impales my ass. His rhythm is slow at first. His lips grace me with words of encouragement.

“Good boy. You’re doing such a good job taking me into this pretty fuck hole. I’m so proud of you.”

Stinging pain registers as he impales me, but it soon transforms into pleasure. This is how it always happens. My shame morphs into desperation and want.

“When you close your eyes, do you imagine you’re in her cunt? That it’s her, sleeping as you rail her?”

My eyes shoot open at Callum’s words. I turn my head to stare up at him.

“What is it, pretty boy? You thought I didn’t know that you creep into her room and shove your tongue deep into her pussy while she’s asleep?”

“No,” I croak.

My head is yanked back, and Callum’s spit falls from his lips, hitting me between the eyes. “I know everything you do, you pathetic slut. Everything. I know you cum in your hand while you watch her over the monitors in the middle of the night. I even know about your collection of her used underwear. I might be a sick fuck, but you’re the pathetic little pervert.”

Each degrading word Callum throws at me fuels my body with lust and longing. Increasing my thrusts into a sonata of humiliation and depravity until I unleash into a morbid laceration.

“See, Atlas?” Callum groans as he thrusts into me. “You’re a sick fuck, just like me. You’re obsessed, just like me. You’re insane, just like me.”

My body is pushed forward, my softening cock continually impaling the abrasion full of blood and my cum as Callum continues to fuck me, using my body like its meat, meaningless and made only to please him.

“That’s it, my pretty little cum dump. Take it all,” Callum moans as he holds my hips still and fills me.

When he finishes, he pulls me to him, kissing my forehead and caressing me like I’m the most valuable thing on the planet. “Such a good boy for me.”

I pull back, locking eyes with Callum. “I sent her food. She always forgets to eat.”

He laughs. “Did you sneak in groceries again? Was it a rouse to steal another pair of panties?”

“No. Persian food, this time.”

“I should turn her ass red for eating a delivery she didn’t order.”

I sigh, thinking about how Mona takes risks she shouldn’t, not just with eating the food I have delivered to her, but with her job. This situation we’re in can’t sustain us forever.

“We can’t keep doing this, Callum,” I whisper as I cuddle into his arms.

“I know.”

We let the knowledge of our depravity linger between us as I think about how I walked in on Callum a week before, hacking a man to death. This obsession in him bringing out his most callous and maniacal instincts. I want to pretend that I can shake off the shackles Mona Baran imprisoned me with, but the truth is, I can’t. From the moment she came into our lives, I dove head first into the delusion that she craves us like we do her. But reality tells me otherwise. I close my eyes, bombarded with my sickness and depravity, a disease that spreads like poison.

The first time I snuck into Mona’s apartment was when I discovered she took sleeping pills. Apparently, the time she spent with us had seeped into her psyche and caused her to have terrifying nightmares. That was the moment I knew she’d never want us. Who would want the men responsible for their night terrors in their life? Yet, knowing that didn’t deter me from wanting her, so I decided I would have her any way I could, even if it were through the dysfunctional act of watching her sleep.


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