This Is Not Revenge: A Dark Gay Psychological Thriller by Romilly King

Author:Romilly King [King, Romilly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-22T16:00:00+00:00

“Leo!”

He looks up at me, his face terrified.

The waterfall is like a roaring in my blood, the swoop of the river falling, denim blue, the churn of its collision with the deep of the pool, foaming white.

The basalt cliffs lean inwards.

One moment I am on the trail, the next I am throwing myself over the rocks towards him, leaping from boulder to boulder, hurdling a fallen tree trunk, determined to get him back.

He is clumsy on the mossy rocks, trying to scramble away but hampered by the surface.

On the edge of the pool he teeters, trying to watch me, trying to watch his feet, trying to do too many things at once.

I grasp his shoulder, his sweater bunching beneath my hand. He didn’t even take the time to put a coat on, so desperate was he to get away.

Rage flares, stupid little dog, the forest would kill him before I ever would.

He yelps and tries to pull out of my grip, twisting away, and we both slide down the side of the boulder. The impact of the landing on the bedrock at the edge of the pool making my ankles burn.

“You fucking idiot,” I shake him, “Why did you run, why did you try and run?”

He looks up at me, shocked and scared, with his soft looking lips and his pool blue eyes. And I am too recently in contact with my father, I am too close to the dark, too close to the river’s pounding aggression.

I can’t help it.

I grab his face with both hands, my fingers twisting in his hair, and I kiss him.

Because breath is soul and he needs to feel mine.

His lips, they are like I imagined, so soft. And they are cold and wet with rain water and the spray from the river. Water feeds the magic inside me and I feel him, confusion and fear, desire and dread.

I kiss him harder, trying to make him understand and his mouth yields under mine, going from frozen to pliant, opening. I pull him against me, he is all wet skin and cold flesh, and arousal is rushing through me like the river in spate.

My cock goes from nothing to erect so fast it makes me dizzy, or maybe that’s the feel of his mouth.

I never kissed a man before. I dreamed I kissed a man before. I didn’t dare admit I wanted to kiss a man before.

My brain is fogging over, too soon since father, aggression trembles inside me, the urge to take, to control, to overpower and show, it’s too close to the surface. The rapid rush of the river makes it harder to hold back.

I push him up against the boulder we fell from, I grind him into the rock and myself into him, the pressure on my cock a spike of pleasure and pain.

He groans, “Gil, no, don’t.”

“Don’t tell me no, I risk everything for you.”

He twists his head, trying to get away from my mouth. I trail biting kisses down his exposed neck and he moans.

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