Chapter 5 part 2 [+18]

( This chapter contains mature themes and potentially triggering content (dubious consent, manipulation). Read at your own discretion)

I pulled down my pants and underwear. He did the same.

"We're gonna need this..." he began, reaching into the wallet next to his seat. He pulled out a condom.

I didn't say a word. I just watched.

Malachai kept looking directly into my eyes, never breaking eye contact. He reached down toward his penis and slowly rolled on the condom.

His gaze flicked to my lips, then back to my eyes. Then lips again.

I felt intimidated. I couldn't tell if he was planning something or not.

"I love you, Mike," he said. "I've never felt what I feel now for anyone else. I think you're the one."

"R-Really?" I wasn't sure if this was another manipulation or if he was truly confessing his feelings. No... Malachai isn't like the others. He's different.

"Of course, silly. I love you, Mike."

My heart started pounding. My hand began to tremble. I had never felt anything like this before. He… really loves me.

"I won't let them hurt you again," he said seriously. "Never again."

A tear rolled down my right cheek. I had no words.

I kissed him, holding his face in my hands. He grabbed my ass firmly, lifted me up and entered me. I moaned — unsure if it was from pain or something else.

He started moving me more, and I felt numb.

I kissed him again, but this time more passionately. He loves me. For real. I wished I could take back all the bad things I ever said about him in the past. Not that they were that awful… but I started feeling guilty.

"You're really pretty," he whispered. His breathing grew heavier — mine followed soon after. He didn't move his hands from where they were.

We kissed deeply, tongues touching.

Nothing came to mind in that moment. No thoughts, no hesitations. Just excitement. But… what if he only wants to use me?

I pulled away. He looked confused.

"What's wrong, does it hurt?" he asked.

"No, it's not that," I said quietly.

"Then what is it?"

I didn't answer.

"What is it?" he asked again, this time with a sharp, aggressive tone.

"Nothing," I replied.

We kept going.

Then a waterfall of thoughts hit me — was it right to let him do this? Did I even agree to it?

He let go of my ass and placed his hands on my hips, rocking them left to right.

I moaned again.

"I love you so much, Mike," he said, panting harder.

I didn't respond.

"Do you love me now?" he asked next.

I touched his chest. He asked again. And again. He kept repeating it, demanding an answer. But I… I wasn't able to give him one.

"I don't know, Malachai."

It started getting hotter. Not in a good way. The feeling was uncomfortable — new, like something I hadn't felt before.

"Malachai…" I whispered.

"What?" he asked, still breathless.

"I don't know if I feel okay."

"That's normal, you'll feel better soon," he said, touching my hand. "Just feel this now."

My body felt like it was about to explode.

I bit my lip.

And then… it was over.

He let out one final moan — and I did too.

Everything faded to black.

***

I opened my eyes; it was slowly getting dark. But something was wrong. I wasn't in Malachi's car, but on the porch in front of the house. How long had I been asleep? When did he dress me, and why was I sleeping on the porch, and why did he leave me?