Page 41 of Inevitable Destruction

He gapes at me like a fish, eyes wide, with that motherfucking tongue ring visible.

I shove my clenched fists into the front pockets of my jeans to keep from touching him. More like to keep from knocking his fucking ass out. Why the fuck does he have to be so fucking pretty?

Being pissed off with a boner is a surreal experience.

“Have all those drugs you’ve done killed off all of your brain cells, or can you still speak?”

Dominik’s mouth snaps closed, and his arms fly forward, knocking me off balance. He shoves me again, but this time, I’m faster, and I snatch his arms, pressing them against my chest to keep him subdued. He thrashes against me, and my eyes dart around the room as I pin him against me.

It’s dark in here, only a few lights here and there, and of course, the flashing colored lights in the main room of the house. The beams crisscross over the random, blissed out faces of the people dancing and drinking. They all seem lost in their own little world of drugs, sex, and alcohol, so we go unnoticed as I drag Dominik’s squirming ass up the stairs to where Seth’s room is. For what’s about to come next, we need to be away from prying eyes—not that I think anyone here would fucking remember us, but I can’t take any chances, and this is the best choice I have for the time being.

I just hope Seth fucked off like I told him to.

“Dude, fucking let go. What the hell are you—” My left arm is keeping him pinned to my chest as I drag him up the stairs with me, so with my right, I slap a palm over his mouth to muffle his words.

He drags his feet, fighting me every inch of the way, and I struggle keeping my hold on him. The dude may look sickly, but he still has those fucking muscles I admired once upon a time, and he doesn’t hesitate to use them.

I grunt when he knocks us off balance, and my back slams into the handrail, jarring my spine. A wave of electric shock vibrates through my vertebrae, and I grit my teeth through the aftershocks.

“Fuck, you’re wild,” I grunt as his weight slams into my midsection, stealing the air from my lungs. I regain my balance and manage the last five steps to the third floor. It’s quieter up here, the blaring noise of the music now muffled by distance, and the voices of people only faintly carrying up the stairs.

Once we’re on even ground, I release my grip on his midsection and raise my arm to wrap my fingers around his throat. I squeeze until I feel his rapid pulse hammering against my hand, and he stills, breathing harshly. My hair falls in front of my eyes, obscuring most of my vision as I tilt my head down to speak against the side of his neck.

“Fighting me is useless. You and I both know that.” Taking advantage of the state of his shock and apprehension, I drag him to Seth’s room by my grip on his throat and his back plastered against my front.

My dick is so fucking hard from his struggle, and I’m sure he can feel it digging into his back, but he doesn’t say a word, just blindly allowing me to maneuver him however I see fit.

Come to think of it, I love it—having Dominik at my every whim, like a little puppet with strings I can manipulate and pull in any direction.

This may be easier than I originally thought.

I push open the door to Seth’s room and shove Dominik inside, releasing his throat from my grasp. He stumbles into the room, coughing and spluttering before bringing his own hand up to his neck to rub where there’s discoloration against his skin.

I slam the door behind me before resting my back against it. After I flip the light switch, I cross my arms over my chest and wait. My stance has my jeans stretched taut over my thighs and I can feel the outline of the pills I have in my front pocket, along with my too-hard cock.

But first…

“Answer my question.” My voice shatters the tension in the room, only to amplify it by a hundred. Dominik straightens and drops his hand, looking around before steeling his gaze on me.

His eyes are hard. He’s pissed—good.

“What in the fuck is wrong with you, dude? You don’t just fucking manhandle people into doing whatever you want.” He throws his arms out before they flop back to his sides, his fists clenched tight.

“You have no idea what the fuck I can do, Dominik. I can control your fucking life if I wanted. And I do.” I take a step forward, pushing off the door.

“I have no idea who the hell you are. You can’t just barge into my life and control shit—”

“Ah, but that’s the thing.” I take another step, putting me just three feet from him. His chest is heaving, showing me how fucking nervous he is. His arms are twitching, and his eyes dart back and forth between me and the door.

Ahh, beauty boy. There’s no escaping your destruction. Your parents signed your death sentence. Just remember that at the end when you’re fucking nothing.

“I do know who you are. Probably better than most, I would say. And that’s where you’re wrong.” We’re close now. I can feel his hot breaths permeating the air around me, mixing with my own. I lower my head until the tips of our noses brush and my lips are a mere centimeter from his.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want to you,” I whisper. My words cause my lips to give the faintest brush over his chapped, yet still soft ones. I can feel the shiver that wracks through his body and into mine. “Want to know why?”

He doesn’t answer, and instead shakes his head, making our noses rub together in a gesture that feels oddly intimate.

“Because,” I draw out, enjoying the shudders working their way through him. He knows what comes next.

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