Hurt Me Like You Mean It [BL]-Chapter 26: Trigger Warning(2)

Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Trigger Warning(2)
"Good boy," Ansel murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Lance’s spine. But the words were laced with sarcasm, a cruel reminder of the power dynamic between them.
He reached out, grabbing Lance by the wrist and yanking him roughly onto his lap, forcing their bodies to align in the cramped space.
Lance’s knees straddled Ansel’s thighs, his exposed cock brushing against the fabric of Ansel’s pants, already hardening despite the fear coursing through him.
Ansel didn’t waste a second on foreplay.
His hands moved to his own belt, undoing it with one swift motion and freeing his thick, throbbing cock.
It stood rigid and demanding, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Lance’s eyes widened, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he realized what was coming. "Ansel, wait—please, not like this.." he pleaded, his voice trembling, but Ansel’s expression didn’t soften.
Instead, his grip on Lance’s hips tightened, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
"Shut up.." Ansel snarled, positioning Lance directly over his cock. "You brought this on yourself. Letting that piece of shit get close to you. Now you’ll learn what happens when you disobey."
With that, Ansel thrust upward without warning, slamming his full length into Lance’s tight, unprepared hole in one brutal motion.
The pain was immediate and searing, a white-hot agony that tore through Lance’s body like a knife.
He cried out, a guttural scream that echoed in the confined space of the car, his body arching in protest as his muscles clenched around the intrusion.
It felt like being split open, every inch of Ansel’s cock forcing its way deeper, stretching him beyond his limits.
Tears sprang to Lance’s eyes instantly, hot and unrelenting, streaming down his cheeks as he gasped for air.
"Stop! It hurts—fuck, it hurts so much!" he sobbed, his hands clawing at Ansel’s shoulders, trying futilely to push away.
But Ansel didn’t stop; he only gripped Lance’s hips harder, holding him in place as he began to thrust again, each movement rough and unrelenting.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the car, mingled with Lance’s choked cries and Ansel’s heavy breaths.
Lance’s body shook with every pounding stroke, his vision blurring from the pain and the tears.
He couldn’t breathe properly, his chest heaving as sobs wracked him, turning into shaking, desperate gasps.
"Please, Ansel, I can’t—it’s too much!" he begged, his voice breaking, but it only seemed to fuel Ansel’s fury.
Ansel’s eyes were dark with a mix of rage and twisted desire, his lips curling into a savage grin as he watched Lance unravel.
"You’re mine, Lance.." Ansel growled, his voice low and commanding as he drove deeper, hitting that spot inside Lance that made stars explode behind his eyes but not in pleasure, only in overwhelming pain.
"Every inch of you. And I’ll fucking ruin you if that’s what it takes to remind you." He didn’t slow down, his pace brutal and unforgiving, each thrust a punishment etched into Lance’s body.
Lance’s cock, trapped between their bodies, was limp and aching, the friction against Ansel’s clothes adding to the torment.
The car rocked slightly with their movements, the windows fogging up from the heat of their bodies, but Ansel showed no sign of mercy.
He leaned in, biting down on Lance’s shoulder hard enough to draw a whimper, his teeth marking the skin as his own.
Lance’s sobs grew louder, his body trembling uncontrollably as the pain built to an unbearable crescendo, his mind fracturing under the assault.
Yet, even in the midst of it, Ansel’s relentless rhythm didn’t falter, his own pleasure mounting as he claimed what he believed was his right.
By the time Ansel finally reached his climax, spilling deep inside Lance with a guttural moan, Lance was a mess of tears and broken pleas, his body limp and spent.
Ansel held him there for a moment longer, still buried inside, before pulling out roughly, leaving Lance to collapse against the seat, gasping and sobbing.
Ansel didn’t spare him a glance, he reached for the compartment box and brought out a wet wipe and began cleaning himself, then tossed the box at Lance.
Lifting himself up, Lance looked at Ansel with red rimmed eyes, tears still spilling out of them.
"Why did you continue after I said it hurt, I didn’t think you’d be this wicked. I didn’t do anything, why won’t you believe me, why won’t anyone believe me. I really didn’t do anything with him and I know I can’t really ask you to be gentle with me, but I beg you, at least let me prep myself. It hurt so much I thought I’d die. I know you don’t care, I know you don’t trust me, but at least treat me like I’m human, I feel pain too, I’m the one on the receiving end, I’m the one receiving your anger.."
Lance sniffled, he really couldn’t escape this emotional bondage.
No matter how hard he tried.
Ansel didn’t say anything for a while, he stared at Lance with an unreadable expression and when he reached for him.
Lance stiffened, like he was afraid of his touch but too scared to resist it.
"Come here..." his voice was low but there was no hint of anger in it. Seeing Lance cry had quenched the rage in his body.
Lance hesitated but he feared for what Ansel might do to him if he disobeyed him so once again he found himself straddled over Ansel.
"Does it hurt?"
Lance nodded, forget his masochism. He thought he could handle pain, but this was different, he felt sore all over like his ass tore.
"I’m sorry.."
Ansel picked the wipes and started cleaning Lance, slowly since the area was still sensitive.
"If I’m going overboard. Flick my forehead, I’ll slow down.."
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Lance gave him a blank look, what if that backfired? And he increased his pace instead?
"What if I do that and you beat me up?"
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"I’m not that quick to raise my hand.." he pinched Lance cheek, making him wince.
"Can I flick your forehead now? Pinching counts as going overboard?"
"No.."
Ansel’s hold tightened, then he began closing the distance between them.
"But you can kiss me.."