Page 132 of Inevitable Destruction

I’m hit with undeniable evidence of my exploits, and I’ve never been more disgusted in my life.

I stumble backwards, the backs of my thighs jamming into the uneven ledge of the headstone. My hand darts out, gripping it to keep myself upright and stationary although every part of my body screams to run away, to escape the consequences of my actions.

But what my mind knows that my body doesn’t, is that’s exactly what I’ve been doing these last six months. I’ve been living in hell, killing myself for what I’ve done, and if Dominik wants to push the blade in further and finally end it all, I’ll gladly let him.

I owe him that much.

My eyes lock on his black and white converse as he comes closer, his steps sure and even. He doesn’t know it, but every confident step he takes makes my chest swell with pride for him. I’m not allowed to feel that way—I have no right—but I can’t help it.

He’s just so fucking beautiful…

I once thought seeing Dominik’s destruction was the best it could get, but right here, right fucking now, as my eyes finally meet his after so long, I know this is it.

My gaze trails up and down his body greedily, unable to resist. He’s only wearing a T-shirt and sweats, and that coupled with the moonlight shining from above, gives me a perfect view of his muscular body.

I focus on his groin, loving the dick print through his light gray sweats before a cough forces my gaze away. A range of varying emotions flicker through me—lust, relief, anger, annoyance, pain.

Love.

“Rhett.” My eyes flash to his, finding his already on me. He worries his plump bottom lip with his teeth, and my body moves on pure instinct. I’m no longer in control of my own actions as I eat up the short distance between us and shove my fingers into his curls, knocking his hat to the ground.

He lets out a sharp gasp as I tug on his strands and pull him impossibly closer to me, my hips flush against his. The moment his hard cock rams against mine, I slam my mouth to his. A deep, reverberating groan rumbles through my chest, sending vibrations through the rest of my body and into his.

Our tongues meet, the barbell in his rubbing against mine, and I lose any restraint. I attack his mouth, months of pent up anger and worry flowing out of me and into my touch. My hands clutch his hips, keeping him against me, unwilling to give us an inch of space apart.

My fingertips dig into his flesh, and he hisses. The sound spurs me on, and something inside of me that’s been missing for months comes rushing back full tilt. I tug his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down. Blood flows into both of our mouths, and his moan pulsates through me in time with the throb in my cock.

He gyrates his hips against mine as he holds my biceps, showing me how much he likes this, how much he missed me. Tears fall unbidden between us, mixing with the taste of copper as it flows back and forth between our mouths.

Dominik stumbles, and I try to pull away out of fear of rejection after so long without him, but he digs his blunt nails into my now bare flesh, my leather jacket having disappeared, and keeps me to him. I don’t fight his lead as he walks backwards.

His hands grab the hem of my T-shirt, and he yanks it up. I let him rip it over my head before our mouths crash back together just as he slams into the side of his car. He gasps, giving me access to shove my tongue down his throat, claiming every bit of him I can.

He tastes of mint, cigarettes, and longing.

“Dom—”

“Shh,” he hushes me, and tugs on the ends of my hair, pulling my mouth back to his. One of his hands fumbles with the handle on the car door, and I reach around, guiding my own down his arm until I reach it to help him.

With our fingers tangled together, we pull open the car door. Dominik rips his mouth away. He stares at me, spit-slick lips parted, chest heaving, and green eyes wider than I’ve ever seen them.

But they’re different. Clear.

Sober.

Every organ, every vein, twists painfully at the sight, but the moment he brings his touch back to me, I release it all to drown in his much-needed caress. Missing someone is different when you’re alone, when all you can think about is the times you had together—the taste of their flesh, the way their fingers felt tangled with yours, their intoxicating smell, and the addictive sound of their moans they couldn’t control.

All of that fades into the background the moment you hear them again, smell them, taste them.

After months of killing myself, I want to be selfish with him one last time. “Dominik,” I breathe, the words a bare whisper floating into the cool autumn air.

“I need you,” he rasps, tugging at my shoulders to push me into the passenger’s seat. I jolt as my ass lands on the worn leather. My eyes dart to Dominik, finding him stripping himself of his clothes. His shirt is thrown inside, whizzing past my face, and before I can think, he drops his sweatpants, baring himself to me.

He’s completely nude with a graveyard as his backdrop, and I’ve never seen anything more captivatingly beautiful.

My eyes latch onto a long, black stretch of ink covering his right torso and down to his groin. It’s a lightning bolt, still covered in plastic, so it must be fresh. I reach out and run my finger down the center to around his sharp hip bone. He hisses as I dig my finger into the hollow spot, relishing in the way his bone still protrudes from his skin.

“Seeing you like this—healthy, broad, but still angular where I want you…” I dig into his hip and yank him closer, pretending, just for a moment, he’s still mine. His long dick bobs, brushing against my neck as I sink my teeth into his hip bone. Dominik lets out a long, deep moan, close to a hum, and precum smears along my skin.

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