Page 104 of Inevitable Destruction

Words spew from my lips without permission, my intrusive thoughts working overtime.

“What the fuck is this?” I mumble into his neck, then sink my teeth into the soft flesh. Dominik cries out, his hole fluttering around my already throbbing cock, and I growl, punching my hips harder into him.

I rip my mouth away from his neck and the temptation of his supple skin. “What the fuck did you do?!” My words become a shout, ringing loud into the otherwise quiet room. “I don’t need this. You.” I balance myself on one arm to wrap my fingers around his throat. His pulse beats against my fingers, and his breath hitches.

“Fuck… you,” he chokes out through my grip and bites back a moan, welcoming the change between us with open arms. It doesn’t stop the way my heart throbs, or the voice inside of my head, screaming at me and becoming louder by the second.

But it does make it easier to push those things away and pretend they’re not even there.

“Yeah, beauty. I fucking am.” I peel my torso from his, feeling a desolate absence at the loss of his skin stuck to mine. I situate myself on my knees, using one hand to grip his boney hip, the other staying on his throat, needing to put distance between us, but unable to fucking let him go.

Angling his hips up, I watch myself sink inside of him, his hole swallowing every thick inch I have to give him. “Goddamn, look at you devouring me, stretching so good.” I press a finger against his rim, next to my slick cock. He’s swollen and red and so fucking good.

“Sh-shit,” he stutters, his hole flexing. I watch his body react to me in morbid fascination. “Gonna come.”

“Give me your cum, baby.” He reaches down, wrapping his fingers around his long length, and I release his throat to smack his hand away.

“Uh uh. I want to watch you erupt untouched, just from my cock fucking into you.” My eyes droop as they land on Dominik’s wanton expression. His eyes are squeezed shut, head thrown back, Adam’s apple bulging from his bruised, red throat.

My hands trace down his thick thighs, relishing in the coarse hair tickling my palms. When I reach the crease of his thighs where they meet his groin, I dig my fingers in, mauling his skin until it blooms red, puffing up from my blunt nails.

No one has ever felt this good under my hands. Dominik fits into me in every impossible way.

Now we’re here—this. Irreparably broken with no way out because the damage is done, completely irreversible.

Do I want to reverse it?

I don’t know anything anymore. Just that I never want him out from under me again.

A strangled moan, followed by impossibly tight heat clenching on my cock, snaps me back into the now, just in time to watch Dominik’s untouched dick spurt thick, white ropes all over his abdomen. Seeing him come untouched sets my own orgasm alight, and I thrust one last time before stilling, my dick pulsing through every wave.

“God, baby, you’re milking my dick,” I choke out as his walls flutter around me, taking every last fucking drop I have to offer. My eyes drop down to his sticky torso, and I swipe my fingers through the mess he made, bringing them to my mouth. I suck his release off my fingers, feeling my cock give a twitch at his taste.

Collapsing on top of him, my mouth finds his, my tongue delving inside, licking every inch, forcing him to taste his essence. I get lost in the rhythm of our mouths melding together, the movement slowing until just our lips are pressed together. We’re not kissing, we’re not even fucking moving, just breathing silently through the pressure building.

He’s the first one to break the silence. A wretched sob puffs out from between his lips, hitting me in the face with such force, my own eyes scrunch in pain. But it doesn’t stop there. The sound continues, growing louder, harsher, until he’s shaking underneath me.

I don’t know what to do other than tighten my arms around him and keep my weight pressed down, blanketing every inch of him I can reach. But if anything, it makes it worse.

Hopelessness spirals.

Grieving unfolds.

Guilt multiplies.

His wet, retched sobs absorb into me through our connected flesh. My heart constricts, squeezing tighter and tighter as the seconds tick by, bringing me closer to a death I never realized I was plummeting towards.

“I hate that I love you, that you made me fucking need you.” His voice is oddly clear despite the hoarse cries he’s been exuding.

My heart stops, along with my breathing and my rapacious thoughts. Ice fills my veins at rapid speeds, chilling me down to the fucking bone.

I can’t move. I’m a fucking statue as Dominik’s sordid words slice through the air with such force, I can physically hear the bubble we put ourselves in pop.

His arms shove me, battering me helplessly as he tries to get me off of him. My cock slips out of his hole from his struggle, leaving me feeling much too cold. I shiver and pull myself up on instinct, but his abuse never ends. His fists continue to hammer against my chest, my arms, my face as he flails every which way, frenzied and out of control.

I’m in a daze as I stumble from his low-lying bed, barely managing to right myself before I slam into the wall. My eyes refuse to leave his thrashing form, as if I’m asking for the pain of seeing him completely unhinged.

His hands yank through his tangled curls, catching on knots and yanking thick strands out from the roots. I wince as his cry hitches before lowering back to blubbering sobs. His beautiful, bruised body crawls to the edge of the bed as he reaches for—

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