Ruto kissed him again—harder this time.
It wasn't a kiss meant to stir affection but a punishment, brutal and claiming. Their teeth clashed, and the metallic taste of blood mingled between their mouths making Ruto groan lowly in his throat. Juta tried to turn his head away, but Ruto's grip on his jaw was firm, forcing him to accept the kiss, to submit to his control entirely.
"Mmmphm!"
Mercilessly, Ruto swallows all Juta's protests of pain. Ruto thinks that he had given Juta fair enough warning and chances to run away. To not unleash the beast which he had hid beneath his skin for too long.
Now, how dare Juta try to seek control when he has none left?
Juta realises fully well that this is a punishment; he'd made the half breed snap, and Ruto is unforgiving about it.
