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I believe if I hadn’t become a mind – in that moment when you’re terrified you’re going to die and you have to birth this baby, your brain turns off the fear and turns on the strength. It presses through, and you can either fight it or let it happen.
And the kinks just keep on coming…
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Chapter 30 – He’s Going to Kill Her
As she entered, Zuri was hit by a metallic tang of fear—the cold, sharp scent of metal mingling with sweat —hung in the air. FT lounged in the corner, legs spread, arms akimbo, smirking. His eyes flicked from her to the knife. “Ready? Pay attention, Mag. Let whatever happens play out. Let’s see what she’s got.”
“Stick to the rules,” Magnum warned.
Looking from one to the other, she asked, “What ground rules?”
“He knows,” Magnum said, pulling her in his arms. “You trust me?”
“Yes,” she responded without hesitation.
A wicked grin flickered. “You’ll do anything to make him go?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll do whatever it takes to find out what FT knows. That’s my focus tonight. I need to see how far he’s willing to push.” He released her, turned her toward FT, then strode to the farthest corner opposite FT.
FT cracked his knuckles, eyeing the knife. “Come at me, Little Queen. Attack.”
“What?” she asked, confused. “I’m not going to kill you.”
He scoffed, “It’s not possible, but you’ll try.”
Stomping her foot, she hissed, “NO!”
FT charged at her. She started to scream, but then something deep and visceral kicked in, an involuntary reaction that surged through her veins like liquid fire. Her grip tightened around the knife, its handle slick with sweat. As she swiped at his middle, the sudden sting in her wrist was a sharp reminder of the power she unleashed. She caught him on the front of his shirt before instinctively dropping the knife.
FT looked at his shirt and smirked. “Didn’t think she’d move that fast.”
“Or you’re slow as fuck,” Magnum retorted. “Why don’t you go change into your clothes and stop messing up mine?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” FT replied, crouching at arm’s length. “Pick up the knife, Little Queen. Do it again.”
She looked over at Magnum. Unsure why she had reacted as if used to facing a man over two hundred pounds, she felt something wild inside her. Before anything else continued, she wanted his explicit agreement to go forward. It mattered to her that he understood she needed this confirmation as much as he did. Meeting his eyes, she asked softly, “Is this okay with you? Do you consent to what’s about to happen?”
Magnum responded with a steady gaze and a firm nod. “Yes, I consent, and I’m here with you every step of the way. I want to see how you handle this test.” This mutual understanding gave her a profound sense of relief and resolve.
With an assuring nod that he would be there for her, Zuri slowly knelt down, picked up the knife, and rested her hands on her knees.
***
It became a case study on whether you’re born evil or become evil.
His mother had said those words first to Magnum when he was just five. At dinner with Zuri and his brother, as he spoke, his mind had been pulled back to a vivid memory from childhood – FT standing in front of a toppled swing set, holding a broken doll in his hands. The swing had come crashing down in the middle of a sunny afternoon while kids played outside. No one could explain how it happened, but the chill of fear that settled over the playground that day never fully left those who witnessed it.
Why would someone deliberately destroy something that brought children joy? Would they understand why?
Children around them cried. Parents were screaming and running toward them. FT threw the toy to the ground and stomped on it.
Magnum stayed by his brother’s side. They were only five, but Magnum could feel the surge inside of him for more destruction – and he liked it.
And that’s when everyone else understood the soul tie, especially his mother. FT took responsibility without hesitation, but his mother had always known who the true monster was.
No matter how hard Magnum tried to mask his true self, anxiety over what she might see when the mask slipped haunted him. He was weary of pretending, yet something tonight felt different, undeniable.
FT’s motives for coming to Detroit, for finding this woman, and for Magnum connecting to her remained murky. Magnum couldn’t deny his own goal: to have her and find some way to satisfy her needs. He was sure FT would assist, but only inadvertently. Magnum resolved to let FT reveal his intentions through this confrontation.
Magnum knew that in order to get what he wanted from FT, he needed to play the long game. Beating his brother to a pulp would be enjoyable, but that wouldn’t bend FT to his will.
His brother wanted to reverse what was done to Zuri, but what was happening was affecting Magnum as well. He was positive from the encounter in the bedroom.
All he could think about was seeing how FT had cornered her and felt FT’s slimy intentions all through his body in the shower, but once he had Zuri back in the room, something overcame him.
Desire? Passion?
It was indescribable, and he gave in to it.
If he had hurt her…
No, he hadn’t. She took the brunt of his body and damn! She handled him like she knew his body like the back of her hand, literally. Her slow, soft grip turned into fast, hard pounding, and he thought his heart was about to explode. In her eyes, he saw something transformative: an acceptance, a challenge, and a willingness to explore new depths. As she enjoyed arousing him, Magnum felt an unexpected vulnerability, like a door opening within him. He knew he had to make this count, to stop overthinking, stop caring about the consequences, and become who he was meant to become. It was a revelation, an unraveling of layers he had hidden for so long. Magnum was like a dog trying to find the bone, digging for that orgasm that had eluded him for so long and was always so hard, but with her, it was different. He could grasp that place within himself, the space and memories he wanted to avoid, and he found that the longer he held on to that feeling, the more powerful he felt. His internal struggle transformed into a wave of resolution, a promise to no longer be bound by his past. He knew he could time her orgasm just as his body culminated, and fuck, it felt like liberation.
Just thinking about that moment again made his shaft twitch harder than it ever had since meeting Zuri.
His mind flickered to his mother’s whispered stories of mystical bonds—two souls joined beyond the physical. Was this what he felt? A sensation unfurled in him—a joining of hearts.
“FUCK!” FT hissed, yanking Magnum to the present.
Zuri was no longer the delicate woman she had been. The shift was palpable, marked by her clenched fists and the fierce determination in her eyes. There was a raw intensity to the way her lips pressed together, as if channeling some inner strength. Her posture had changed, too; she stood taller, her shoulders squared with defiance. Whatever had happened while he was zoned out had transformed her into a force to be reckoned with. Magnum could feel the energy radiating off her, and it was both intriguing and unsettling. What had his brother done?
“Try that shit again, Little Queen,” his brother taunted even as he patted his side of his leg to see if she had gotten his skin.
Magnum accepted that he wouldn’t get his clothes back from his brother. Zuri crouched low, preparing for the next attack with the mistaken belief that FT wouldn’t truly hurt her.
What was FT trying to accomplish with this aggressive sparring? Magnum couldn’t decide if FT wanted to test Zuri’s abilities, provoke her instinct, or achieve a hidden aim. Another possibility troubled him: FT was probing the results of what Dr Baelen had done, but also wanted to see whether anything remained unchanged. This seeded both doubt and interest in Magnum, keeping him unsure of FT’s true intentions.
And then, before he realised what FT was going to do, his brother looked at her without backing away as he had previously done. If Zuri had been an expert with a knife, she could have stabbed him through the side and nicked his lung – at least that’s what Magnum would have done, but his fast attack startled her and blunted the knife in her hand, making her drop it or twist her wrist.
FT tackled her to the ground, and she dropped hard with a big, “Oooofffhhh.”
Magnum started to step forward until FT shot him a quick glance.
NO!
The sound of his brother’s voice was loud in his head. The heat pressed on his chest like an iron.
Zuri was fighting like a wild animal, scratching and clawing until FT grabbed her wrists with one hand and raised them above her head.
“I win,” FT snarled.
She wasn’t done fighting as she dropped one leg and used all her weight to unbalance his brother, so she could chuck him partially off her. Rolling to her stomach, she tried to crawl over to the knife, but FT recovered quickly and yanked her by her jogging pants to slide her to him. The minx wiggled away, shucking her leg out of the pants to get even closer to the knife with her fingers almost grasping the blade, but FT lunged again on top of her, got her wrists in a vice grip, knocking the knife away, and held her down with his full weight.
“NNNOOOOOooooo!” she wailed in defeat, trying to do her best to get from under him.
FT growled a sensual chuckle by her ear. “So your body remembers,” he hissed. “You feel that, Little Queen. You feel what you’ve done to me.”
Magnum was riveted by the wrestling play, and he could barely breathe.
Fuck! Did his brother feel him? His shaft had hardened immensely. Magnum almost wanted to look down his own pants to marvel at his shaft, which hadn’t gotten this hard in years – damn decades!
Transfixed watching them, Magnum dared not move.
“I’m going to kill you!” she screamed. “You fuck-“
FT shoved two fingers down her throat. She gurgled, coughed, and gasped. He withdrew, palm slick with spit.
FT’s hand squeezed between her legs, and then he used his feet between her tightly clutched knees to spread her legs far apart.
“No… no… oooh… noooo.”She groaned. “Ooohhhh… you… fuck… fuck… fuuuuccckkkk!”
“Gawd, she’s fucking wet, Mag.”
Magnum could smell her heat and wanted to taste her all over again.
FT snarled another deep chuckle. The kind of Magnum he had only heard about when his brother was taking deep pleasure in hurting someone. “Wiggle that ass for me some more.”
Somehow, FT pushed down his pants, and with no underwear, he could easily unsheath himself and press himself down into her.
“Ahhhhhhhhh,” she dragged out for a damn near minute.
Magnum moved closer – not to stop FT but to get a closer look, smell her heat more. She was out of her mind in lust, drool pooling in the corners of her mouth, lips quivering, body taut and trembling.
FT didn’t have to move to stroke himself inside; she was doing all of it.
She fucking loved wrestling sex! Magnum determined.
“Look at her,” FT said with awe. “Look at that rawness. They couldn’t take this away.”
Zuri whimpered as FT pulled out, and then at the same time, he bit down on her shoulder, hard, and she damn near flushed out a river. So much so that it hit the front of FT’s body, and Magnum knew it had drenched the carpet.
FT let out an appreciative growl. “Nothing like her sister,” FT said, his voice thick with satisfaction, driving himself back inside of her. “And Baelen could never take that away.”
She cooed in frustration when FT took himself fully out of her, moving to his knees in front of her, removing all his clothes. Magnum was staying out of her peripheral vision because he didn’t want to distract her.
FT held his shaft, hard and dripping with her essence all over it. “Suck it,” he ordered her.
She licked her lips as if she were suddenly starving, but then paused and looked over at Magnum…
Damn, his entire shaft and the front of his body trembled. She desired his permission.
HIS PERMISSION!
With only a little nod, Magnum watched as her mouth attacked FT.
And his brother was lost. FT growled, groaned, and even moaned as she became this goddess of oral all over his shaft.
Magnum moved behind her. Her perfect ass spoke to him, invited him in, and he found himself dropping to his knees behind her.
Yes! her voice reverberated in his chest, warm, inviting, encompassing his soul. Her legs stretched apart so he could see her still dripping, and he pressed his hand between her lower lips.
She gasped, but continued to suck.
She knew he was there and pressed back on his hand.
She wanted more.
A whimper when he pressed two fingers into her.
Her essence coated all the ways palm.
Magnum pulled his shaft out, terrified he’d lose its hardness. Gawd, she was so hot. Her body temperature had to be a hundred and five degrees Fahrenheit as he pressed the tip of himself in her.
FT reached back to spread her cheeks, and Magnum watched himself move deeper in her. She was sputtering as her vagina walls seemed to suck in all, while at the same time her mouth was sucking on his brother’s.
Both men groaned in unison.
Zuri was enrapturing them both.
Magnum was transported to a sexual plane unheard of in any universe, transfixed on giving and receiving pleasure. He called out her name, dragging it for several minutes in two syllables as it felt like his heart was about to break through his chest plate, beating so hard it was rocking his spine.
But that didn’t stop him from continuously driving into her, feeling her body contract and squeeze with his rhythm.
FT exploded. He couldn’t take her mouth and let it go, but Magnum was holding on. He needed all of her. Once she was done with his brother, Magnum grabbed her by her neck, turned her head, and kissed her.
Gawd, she was responding – wrapping her tongue with his, sucking out his saliva like he was trying to suck out hers – so much passion, lust, and desire the whole world was gone and it was just them, pumping and grinding against each other like their lives depended on it.
Magnum waited… he could feel her… in him! Pulsing, shaking, and then exploding. Inside and out, screaming out the first syllable of his name, and he was groaning only her first letter. His mouth was useless, stuck to the side of her face, needing to feel her ragged breath mixed with his.
All the world could have gone to shit, but in that moment, as he exploded inside of Zuri, the truth.
Yet, in the shadows of their passion, a looming darkness whispered of the inevitable clash, a storm building on the horizon threatening to shatter their fragile connection. The air felt charged with a silent promise of impending reckoning, a tension that hinted at the emotional and physical consequences yet to surface. It wasn’t just lust or desire anymore; it was a battle of wills, a dance on the edge of destruction, leaving a trail that might ultimately consume them all.
She was destined to be Magnum’s weakness, and FT would have to kill her.
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