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Jamie launched himself at me with enough force that it took me by surprise, but I recovered easily enough, my hands holding Jamie by his ass as he climbed up me. “Easy, your concussion.”
“I’m good. Kiss me, Nicky.”
His nails dug into my neck and he had his legs wrapped around my middle. I held him tight, loving the way he felt in my arms. I kissed him lightly, carefully, so fucking scared of hurting him. He ground against me, trying to get even closer.
“Nicky, please.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I don’t care if you do. I need you. Please . . . Daddy, I need this. I need to forget, to know what it’s like with you withoutall the bullshit hanging over my head. I need you to be my Daddy. Just this one time.”
Fuck. This boy was breaking my heart into two.Just this one time. There was so much finality to his words. Like he was sure this was all we’d ever get between us.
It wasn’t enough; nothing ever would be. But how could I possibly walk away and not give this boy, this man who’d somehow so easily slipped past my defenses and into my heart, what he’d asked for?
I kissed him again. “If we do this, then we do it my way. You listen to what I say. I won’t hurt you. I can’t. I need to be careful. But I’ll take care of you, baby boy. That, I promise you.”
Jamie rested his head against my shoulder, his lips brushing against the bloody skin. “I’ll listen . . . Daddy. Take care of me, please. I need it. I need you.”
CHAPTER 25
JAMESON
Nicky carried me past O’Malley’s dead body and up the stairs. I didn’t know what they were going to do with his corpse, and honestly, I didn’t care. If I never had to see it again, I’d be happy.
He supported me easily, like I weighed nothing, and it felt so good that I found myself relaxing in his hold even as my head pounded. This probably went against everything the doctor had ordered, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t leave this place without one last time with Dominic. Plus, I trusted him to take care of me. He’d make me feel good and follow concussion protocol closely enough. He was fully in Daddy mode now.
Dominic pushed the fortified steel door closed with his back and walked into the main living area of the tiny safe house we were in. It was empty. I had a brief moment to wonder where Ari and Gid had gone before Dominic was carrying me up the stairs and into the bedroom.
I guessed it was technically a loft, as there was no door andonly one room, but the wall blocked the view from downstairs, so if anyone did come home, they wouldn’t immediately see us. I didn’t care too much about that now, but I probably would later, and I doubted Nicky wanted his brothers to see his bare ass.
The bed was huge, likely a king, and took up most of the space. I guessed if this was one of Luca’s places, a huge bed made sense. I had been talking to Brooks a lot the last few days while I’d been recovering, and he’d told me a bunch about their dynamic. He’d also talked a lot about how kink worked in their relationship, especially regarding the dynamic his adopted brother, Diego, was developing with one of their partners. Diego had a lot of trauma too, and he was slowly building a Daddy/boy dynamic with their partner. It had helped put a lot of things in perspective, quieted a lot of my confusion, and had left me with questions that Brooks wouldn’t be able to answer.
The only one who could was Dominic. I knew the timing was crap, and if I was being honest, my head was killing me, but I needed to know that this could be real. That I could have the things Brooks had described. That someone like me truly deserved it. And I needed it with Dominic.
He put me down on the bed with such gentleness, I nearly cried.
“Shh, I got you, baby boy. You’re safe.” I didn’t think I had made a sound, but I must have. Dominic crawled over me, his body a welcome presence.
“Remember, you stop this at any time. Got it?”
I started to nod, but the stabbing pain in my head had me thinking again. “Y-yes.”
“Good boy.” Dominic leaned down, still not putting any weight on me. His lips brushed against my neck, and I tiltedmy head, giving him more access. He sucked, teeth and lips and all the sensations. He was going to leave a bruise, and I fucking welcomed it.
He worked his way up first. Across my neck and then my jawline, and then my lips. He placed gentle kisses below my bruises and my nose. They were a salve to the pain that had been lighting up my face for the last few days, better than any pain pill or ice pack.
I should be embarrassed by the whine that escaped me when he pulled away and sat up on his knees, but I wasn’t. I desperately reached for him, my hands catching on his bloody shirt.
Dominic looked down at me, all intensity and heat. He was like an avenging angel, covered in blood but still so gentle. I should care about what he’d just done, or at least demanded he shower first, but I didn’t. I wanted him exactly how he was, all his contradicting parts loud and on display. I didn’t need the carefully constructed personality Dominic hid behind. I wanted the man who had dismembered someone and then carried me up the stairs with care. I wanted the blood and the chaos, the love and the attention. I wanted it all.
“Don’t go, Daddy,” I whispered, trying and failing to tug him closer to me.
The word was coming easily now. Too easily. It was because of the desperation I felt to make this happen . . . to understand. But I wouldn’t think too hard about it. At least, not yet.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” Dominic’s hands ran up my sides and under the hoodie I was still wearing.
“You’re still in my sweatshirt,” he whispered, his voice husky and reverent.
