Page 62 of The Beautiful Dead

Needed me to push him to the edge of fear—of pain—of pleasure so unbearable it blurred the lines between them.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“Domino—”

I pressed harder. A shiver, a crack, the whisper of air escaping as the blade kissed his skin. A single drop of crimson welled up, sliding down his stomach, pooling at my fingers. His breath hitched. I spread my knees, grounding myself, and reached around him, closing my hand over his cock.

He was leaking. Hard and flushed, betraying himself completely.

I swiped my thumb over the swollen tip, gathered the bead of precum, and brought it to my lips. The taste of him—salty, musky, electric—exploded on my tongue. A groan rumbled through my chest, dark and primal.

Remi exhaled shakily. “I’m yours,” he whispered.

A feral smile curled my lips. “Good boy.”

My control over him was absolute. He’d see.

I claimed him with biting kisses, marking him with a fresh wave of bruises, the imprint of my teeth sinking into his pale skin. My tongue traced a scorching path down his spine as my blade carved delicate lines into the soft flesh of his thighs—an unspoken vow, a promise written in red.

A love song of control and submission.

His body trembled beneath me, instinct warring with surrender. I pressed my palm to the base of his neck, forcing his face into the black silk sheets. His fingers clutched them like a lifeline, as if they were the only thing tethering him to this world.

The switchblade disappeared between the sheets as I shifted, my hands sinking into the full curves of his ass, spreading him open with a slow, deliberate grip. My breath ghosted over his skin, making him shiver, and I dragged my teeth along the sensitive flesh before biting down—hard enough to leave my mark, hard enough to sting.

“D-Domino,” he whimpered, voice thin with desperation.

I inhaled deeply, letting his scent drown me, corrupt me. Heat licked at my spine as I spread him wider, exposing every inch of him to my hunger. He trembled beneath my touch, his body a soft offering. So delicate. Breakable.

Adjusting my stance, I ran my thumbs along the crease of his ass and pulled his cheeks apart, enough to bury my face between them. My hot breath ghosted over the puckered skin of his entrance before I dropped my head, dragging the flat of my tongue from the base of his balls, along his taint, all the way up to his hole.

A long, low moan slipped through his trapped lips as he bit down on them, helpless against the pleasure flooding his senses.

My blood burned, a wildfire in my veins, as his taste exploded across my tongue. Each flick, each stroke sent zaps of pleasure straight to my aching cock, pulsing with its own violent heartbeat, hard enough to break through concrete.

“F-fuck… yess.”

Flattening my tongue, I circled his tight ring of muscle, feeling it flutter beneath my touch. I licked and sucked at his entrance, as if I were fucking his mouth with my tongue. My lips wrapped around him, drawing out desperate little gasps as I built the pressure, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Until he was a whimpering mess, reaching for his heavy neglected cock, heavy and dripping between his trembling legs.

“Don’t touch,” I growled. “That’s mine.”

“S-sorry,” he sobbed.

Without missing a beat, I plunged back in, devouring him like his body was my last meal. His hole softened, surrendering as I stiffened my tongue and pressed inside. My grip tightened on the fleshy globes of his ass, bruising, breaking him apart for me. His taste was intoxicating. Drugging.

“I-I’m… I’m… go-gonna…”

As soon as the words left his mouth, I pulled back, blowing gently over his twitching hole, watching it clench desperately around nothing. A cruel smirk tugged at my lips. Shifting tactics, I wrapped my hand around his cock and dragged it back between his spread thighs, stroking him in slow, torturous pulls. A sinful moan spilled from his lips as a bead of precum rolled down his length.

“Are you wet for me,piccolo agnello?” My voice vibrated against his skin, sending shivers rippling across his abused flesh.

His only answer was a helpless whimper, his thighs shaking, his body betraying him once more.

“Who told you that you could move?” I growled. “I’m the one who gets to decide how you receive your pleasure, Remi. You’ddo well to remember that I can stop this at any time. Leave you hanging off the edge of that cliff with no relief.”

His movements stopped instantly, a low hollow chuckle circled my throat. I took his glands into my mouth, sucked hard and teased his slit with my tongue. A burst of precum filled my mouth, making me moan.

A high, broken keening sound split the air as I brought him to the brink again. And again.

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