Page 102 of Inevitable Destruction

He needed me there to explain. He’s just confused—

“What the fuck am I doing?” I groan, throwing my head back against the headrest. I’m making excuses, and for what? What he saw probably did confuse him, but it’s exactly what he thinks it is.

He figured it all out—which is what I wanted, for him to know the true reason I inserted myself into his life and did everything I did. So, why am I trying to think of a plausible lie for it all?

Nothing makes sense—not this panic making my heart hammer against my sternum, not the way my hands shake against the steering wheel, which is why I’m gripping it so fucking hard, my knuckles blanch from the pressure.

After the fifteenth missed call, I yank my phone from where it rests on the dash and chuck it, sending it crashing to the passenger floorboard.

The tires screech as I whip into the parking lot, rapidly approaching the building. I slam on the breaks and jerk to a stop parked across two spots. Not giving a fuck, I fling the door open and barge my way inside.

The stairs blur under my boots as I fly up, letting my wrath fuel my every move. Two metal threes come into view, and I don’t even bother knocking, instead grasping the handle and whipping the door open. It slams against the inside wall with a crash, ricocheting back.

Stepping inside, I slam the door shut behind me and flip the lock into place. It won’t stop him if he tries to escape, but it’ll sure as fuck slow him down, and that’s all I need.

The walk to his room is a blur. Everything fades away as Dominik comes into view, eyes rolled back into his head, mouth slack, and needle sticking out of the back of his hand.

My stomach plummets to the floor at the sight. His torso is bare, giving my eyes a direct line to the bruises and scratches he’s covered in. From me and my possessive, carnal acts, and from him and… whatever the fuck he did to himself.

Something twists and snaps inside of me. My legs propel forward, drawing me closer to the bed. After carefully pulling the needle out of Dominik’s hand, I place it on the stand and crawl over him as steadily as I can.

His feeble body flops around from my weight jarring him. I wrap my arm around his torso and pull him flush against me, shivering as his cold, sweat-slick skin grazes mine. Gooseflesh crawls down my arms, extending up my neck.

Silence stretches out, so much so I hold my breath and lean in until my eyes are level with his neck, listening and feeling for a heartbeat. A rapid flutter pulses under his skin, and I sigh a deep breath of what I think is relief.

The feeling confuses me momentarily before I shove it away by pressing my face into the crook of his neck, enjoying the way the ends of his curly hair tickle my skin. My eyes close as I breathe in his scent, finding an odd, macabre comfort in it.

Time passes slowly, comfortably, as he steadily descends from the peak of his high. This part I’ve gotten used to—the highs, the lows, what to expect through it all.

His body jerks as shudders wrack through him, and I tighten my hold, practically shoving his ass into my groin as I try to absorb most of the trembling.

“Rhett?” Dominik croaks quietly, and I shush him, nuzzling into his neck.

“Don’t talk, beauty.”

“You can’t be here.” His voice comes back to him with a bite to it, and he stiffens as if he finally remembers what happened.

Please, just let me, I beg him in my head.

“Let me go.” His fingers dig into my forearm banded around him in a pathetically weak attempt to pry me away.

Shouldn’t he know by now he’s never had a say?

I speak the thought aloud, and Dominik freezes then melts into me. “I know,” he replies despondently.

“Good. You’re mine to do whatever I want with. And this is what I want.” I don’t know why, but it is. And I never want to give it up.

Just need it for a little while longer.

Dominik’s body goes from blissfully relaxed to rigid and quaking. My grip loosens, and I grip his back to roll him onto it, biting back my groan of pleasure at the feel of his angular bones protruding underneath his skin to the point of being malnourished. I know it’s unhealthy—his lack of eating and fuck, his drug use, but damn. The sight of his bones jutting out from his milky, almost translucent skin gets my dick so fucking hard.

My nose brushes his as I stare into his unbelievably red, bloodshot eyes. His plump, lower lip quivers as it juts out. My head dips down, and I flick my tongue along the trembling piece of flesh, reveling in his hitch in breath.

I suck it into my mouth, lavishing it with my teeth until I release it, red, and swollen, and bleeding. Dominik whimpers and lifts his head, eyes closed, silently begging for what he knows only I can give him.

“There he is,” I whisper along his flesh as I lick and bite every exposed inch, salivating as his flavor explodes on my tongue.

I guess I’m a fucking addict, too, because I can’t get enough of this.

---