Page 67 of Murder & Mayhem
“I like it. It reminds me that this was all real.”
He blinked, emotion heavy behind his eyes. Then he smiled. “You can have it back later, but now I’m taking it off.”
“Please, Daddy.”
He lowered his body so he was lying between my legs, and I naturally parted them for him to have room. His hands caressed every inch of my torso as he brought the hoodie, that I was wearing without a shirt, over my head. If that wasn’t already sensation overload, then his lips kissing a trail up from my navel definitely would be.
“So fucking beautiful.” He was so careful, lips grazing over every bruise so lightly that I barely felt it. It still had me seeing stars in all the best ways, the sensations shooting down my belly and all the way into my toes. “Fuck, this body. Every single one of these scars shows that you’re a fighter. A fucking survivor, baby boy.”
Normally, I’d hate this. Hate all the praise he was lavishing me with. But today, I embraced it. I needed it.
“Daddy. Nicky. Please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, just that I needed more.
“I got you, sweetheart. Relax and let me take care of you.” Dominic made his way back down, taking a detour over my nipples. His fingers tickled the nubs before caressing over them. My back arched on its own.
Dominic’s grin was feral. “Oh, you like that. Are your nipples sensitive?”
“Y-yes.”
“Let’s see how sensitive they are.” His mouth was on the left one before his words registered and I screamed. Like, fucking screamed. I’d normally be self-conscious because of the damage there, but Nicky had a way that made me feel comfortable about myself, scars and all. I thought the scar tissue might make it numb, but it was the opposite. Every sensation was . . .enhanced.
My fingers curled in Dominic’s hair. I felt a clump of blood but didn’t care. I couldn’t care about anything but his tongue as it ran circles around the nub and his teeth as they added a bite of amazing pain. He didn’t neglect my other nipple either. No, his hand was busy, and I couldn’t decide which one was better.
“Daddy!”
Dominic met my eyes, the glint in his dangerous. I could get lost in those. Make promises I had no business making. I could start thinking about forever if I looked into those eyes for too long.
Dominic switched, his mouth going to the other nipple, and I was pretty sure I was going to die from this slow, pleasure-induced torture.
Torture. I laughed out loud.
Dominic looked up, his lips twisted in amusement.
“What’s so funny?”
I snorted. “I was thinking that you were torturing me with pleasure, and then I thought about how you literally just tortured a man, and—” I began laughing again, unable to finish my thought.
Dominic pinched my overly sensitive nipple, his own eyes alight with humor.
“You think I’m torturing you with pleasure now? You ain’t seen nothing yet, beautiful. Torture is my specialty.”
He kissed me then, sucking out the last brain cell I had keeping me coherent.
Nicky. Nicky. Nicky.
He was all-consuming. He was everywhere. My life was still chaos, everything was still shit, but in this moment, none of that mattered. Worry about real-life things was so far from my mind when Nicky was fucking my mouth with his tongue. I tugged on his hair, bringing him closer.
Dominic eventually pulled away, and I loosened my grip toallow him to move. He started to trail another set of kisses back down my torso, until he reached the waistband of the sweats I was wearing.
“Can I take these off?” He sounded almost reverent.
“Yeah.”
I started to lift my butt up, but Dominic clucked his tongue at me. “Relax, baby. I got it.”
I melted into the bed and let my eyes drift closed.
Dominic was just as cautious with my sweats, cursing under his breath when he saw I wasn’t wearing underwear. It was probably silly, but I hadn’t wanted to wear them because I knew how much Dominic liked it.
