Page 20 of Inevitable Destruction

The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoes through the room. Sweat drips from my forehead as the alcohol works itself from my body, slowly but surely. I keep my eyes locked on where my dick disappears inside of him, unable to stop myself from picturing a different ass. A different body. A different fucking person.

Seth morphs into someone paler, more muscular. More angular. Someone I fucking hate. And now that I’ve seen the way his muscles ripple underneath his almost translucent skin? I can’t get it out of my head.

The anger. Pain. Remorse.

“Fuck!” I shout as my release hits me, and my cock pulses, spilling endlessly into the condom. As soon as the last jet of cum leaks out of me, I yank myself out of Seth and stumble from the bed. Seth gasps and falls forward, his surprised cry muffled by the blanket now in his face.

By the time he gains his momentum, I’m already yanking the door open. “Rhett, what the—” I slam the door, effectively cutting off the sound of his voice. My steps falter as I walk past the door to the room Dominik was in, but when I don’t hear anything coming from inside, I hightail it down the stairs and out of the fucking house.

Two blocks down the road, and I still can’t fucking breathe. Or think, for that matter.

What the fuck is wrong with me? His parents are responsible for the death of my father, and I fucked someone thinking about him?

Yeah… No. That’s not going to fucking happen.

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