Page 69 of Inevitable Destruction

EVERETT

“A Grave Mistake”—Ice Nine Kills

I do exactlyas he tells me, all the while watching his face. I can’t look away from him. Dominik’s eyelids flutter closed as his eyes roll into the back of his head. He slumps as his body seemingly gives out on him, and I toss everything onto my nightstand to catch him.

He has a faint smile on his face as he lies in my arms. With a tight grip on his midsection, I maneuver us until my back is resting against the headboard and he’s between my spread legs, his back pressed against my chest.

I keep my left arm around his middle to keep him secure as he breathes slowly. With my right hand, I brush his hair back, running my fingers through his tangled curls.

It’s quiet in here—so quiet, I can hear the hum of the refrigerator as it kicks on in the kitchen. Dominik’s head rolls to the side, and I tighten my grip on his long hair to keep him secure in one spot.

His body feels heavy with its full weight against me, but I welcome it.

He said he needed me, that I made him need me. And I fucked up. I admitted too much to him—saying his parent’s names, fucking telling him I wanted his pain…

This went so fucking differently in my head, but the reality of doing it was too much. I have no idea what I’m doing, but Dominik clearly knows. And he told me what to do. He fucking gave me instructions on how to shoot him up.

I would laugh at the irony if I wasn’t so pathetic. This is what I had wanted ever since I laid eyes on him and every single ounce of pain and guilt I ever felt about my father’s death came flooding to the surface.

He’s been so willing to let me destroy him, too. I expected a lot more fight—which plays heavily into my reasoning behind wanting him to suck my dick for his pills. But as I lie here with Dominik naked between my legs, wrapped in my arms, I realize I can’t fucking fool myself anymore. It was only ever a fucking excuse, a reason I could justify having him.

The reality is he’s fucking pretty, and I like that. As much as he looks like a younger version of his father, I don’t exactly think about that anymore. I’m not sure when the thoughts stopped, but somewhere along the way, they did. And now when I see him, I just want to shove my cock between those plump, fuck-me lips and fuck his face until I spill down his tight, hot fucking throat.

“Goddamnit,” I groan and readjust. Dominik’s body shifts with me as I lean from side to side, but it’s pointless. His lower back is pressed directly against my groin, and every move causes friction. The coolness of his skin against my overheated, clothed body, causes a chill to work its way through me.

I rake my fingers through his curls and keep pressure on his skull as I trail the fingers on my other hand down his nude body. His skin is almost translucent, blue-green veins a stark contrast against his vastly pale skin. He’s muscular, especially in his arms, legs, and chest, but his stomach is hollowed out.

With every breath, I watch as it expands before retracting again, the motion making his ribs jut out drastically from the rest of his torso. My fingers find the grooves of his rib cage, and I rub my fingers through the soft interspaces between each one until I reach the center of his chest. His skin is stretched taut over the bone, displaying how malnourished he is.

He has a small smattering of hair, and I brush my fingers through it. Gooseflesh breaks out across his skin from my touch alone, and I bite back a smirk.

I wonder when he decided to stop fighting me… All I do know is today, since I got him in his car and brought him here, he’s been more than a willing participant in my escapades. He knew what was going to happen—and he wanted it.

I should feel elated about the fact that he’s fucking comatose in my arms right now. I lock my jaw and grind my molars together. I am fucking elated. I am.

Time is meaningless as it passes between us, him falling out, and me tracing every exposed inch of skin I can reach, but eventually, Dominik comes to again while my hand is pressed against his clavicle.

His eyelids flutter open, meeting the bright light above. He blinks rapidly at the intrusion before rolling his head to the side and squeezing his face into the crook of my neck. His cold lips press against my pulse, his hot breath fanning over my flesh.

My body stiffens at the feel of his wanton touch. He clings to me, his entire body curling into a ball as he wraps himself around me. My arm becomes trapped under his as he flings it over my hip, so I have no choice but to let Dominik attach himself to me—or at least that’s what I convince myself of because any other reason is just fucking ludicrous.

“You coming back to me, beauty boy?” I cringe the moment the words leave my mouth. It sounded mocking in my head, but my voice wouldn’t articulate the tone I was trying to portray. If he noticed, he doesn’t say. He simply nods against my neck, his hair brushing against my beard and the side of my face as he does.

“Feeling good, huh?” I hum and close my eyes, allowing myself this moment. Right now, he’s not in a competent state of mind, so I don’t have to worry about the little things I could possibly let slip—like how I’m oddly comfortable with this large man I fucking hate pressed against me.

I rub my hand up and down his midsection, over his hip and ribs. His skin is cold and clammy, coated in a sheen of sweat. I bite down on my molars as I inhale a deep breath through my nose. Dominik’s scent invades my nostrils—spearmint gum, sweat, and nicotine.

My arms press a little tighter into him, and he whines, the sound reverberating through me. My dick twitches in my jeans, and I resist the urge to turn my head and sink my teeth into the delicate skin of his neck, to feel his tainted blood pulsing through his artery. Such a thin layer between my teeth and his quick death…

Something hot and wet flicks across my skin, and my eyelids fly open in surprise. The sensation continues, and I pull away to look down. Dominik’s arm constricts tighter around me, refusing to move an inch. His eyes are still shut as he fights against me.

“What do you think you’re doing, beauty?” My words come out quiet now, almost endearing, and the spike of anger that flushes through me is heady. I fucking missed it. But the second I start to revel in it, Dominik opens that fucking fuck-me mouth of his and washes every trace of it away.

What is happening to me?

Why now, after I’m finally getting what I need?

“Need you.”

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