Page 183 of The Beautiful Dead

A choked moan escaped me as his calloused hand wrapped around my cock, his grip unrelenting as he worked me over—root to tip, slick with my leaking desperation.

“I need to be inside you.” His voice was hoarse, thick with something unhinged. “It’s like I can’t fucking breathe unless I’m inside you in every way possible. My cum down your throat. Filling your ass. Burying myself so deep inside you that you feel me in your fucking lungs.”

My body shook.

My pulse thundered.

His words destroyed me.

Domino slid his hands beneath my knees, shoving them up to my chest. My hands instinctively locked into place, holding myself open for him like I was meant for nothing else.

My eyes stayed locked on his as he moved. Pushed his jeans down just enough to free himself, the heavy weight of him thick and aching.

The sharp glint of silver flashed in the gallery lights. His switchblade. Domino pressed the edge to his arm, the blade kissing his skin in one smooth, practiced stroke. Fresh claret welled along the cut, sliding in rivulets down his forearm. Rich and intoxicating.

He ran his thumb through the blood before dragging it across my lips. “Open,” he growled.

And I obeyed. He held his arm above me, watching as drops of blood landed on my face, rolled down my chin, and dripped into my mouth. I held my tongue out to catch more.

A dark fire shimmered in his eyes. Hypnotizing. Entrancing. Owning.

I swallowed him down like he was the only thing keeping me alive.

He pulled back just enough to run his hand over his own arm, coating his palm in blood before wrapping it around his cock.

Slick. Wet. Claimed.

A fresh moan tore from my throat as he scooped up more and dragged his fingers over my empty, desperate hole. My entire body trembled in anticipation, with a need so desperate it felt like I was dying.

Then he pushed inside me, bottoming out on a single thrust. Raw. Brutal. Unrelenting. I threw my head back, a wrecked sound escaping my lips as pleasure and pain crashed over me in tandem.

Like a blade sliding through silk. Like worship and destruction, blurred into one. Electricity snapped across my overheated skin.

I was burning alive.

Desperate to be filled. Desperate to fall.

Domino leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, his body crushing mine into the floor as he punched himself in deeper. “Who do you belong to, Remi?”

His words weren’t a question. They were law. He drove himself forward, so deep my vision blurred. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. As he lifted my hips, changing the angle and thrusting in deeper than before. I was lost in him. Drowned in him.

A choked sob slipped from my lips. “F-fuuuuck—” I gasped. “You. Only you.”

His teeth scraped along my throat, the edge of a bite teasing my skin. “That’s right,” he snarled, sinking them into my neck.

His thrusts became vicious, merciless—a relentless pace that had my body arching, shaking, unraveling beneath him.

“You’re mine. Forever.”

And when I shattered, when I came apart beneath him, I knew?—

There was no escaping him.

I didn’t want to.

EPILOGUE

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