Page 70 of Inevitable Destruction

My brows pull together as I absorb his words, but before I can respond, he speaks again, only this time in a desperate whine.

“Need you, Rhett. Please. Just need—” His lips attach to my throat and suck—hard. I grunt at the unexpected sensation that sends a surge of fervor straight to my fucking dick. My hard length presses against my zipper, and the metal teeth bite into the sensitive flesh, only serving to further increase my arousal.

“Dominik,” I growl. For some reason, I feel I can’t do this. Not here, not now. Not after what I just did. It needed to happen—all of this does. But I can’t deny the fucking hesitation I felt when it all became so real.

I shot him up with Dilaudid—straight into his fucking vein—and he saw that hesitation. He knew, and instead of pulling away and talking me out of it, he helped. The stupid motherfucker gave me step-by-step instructions.

And now he wants to fuck—which I should want. Which I do want, but it feels wrong. Different.

“Fuck it,” I grunt and rip my arm out from underneath Dominik to wrap my fingers around his throat. His pulse beats against my thumb, sluggish and erratic, which is opposite of his breathing. With my grip on him, I twist my body away and slam him down onto the bed. He goes easily, not resisting me in the slightest, his head scarcely missing the headboard by an inch.

I glare down at him, my own chest heaving with vexation for fucking all of this. His eyes are open now, so much of the dark green visible with his pin-pointed pupils. His dark lashes fan across his sharp cheekbones as he blinks slowly, almost lazily. It takes a few, seemingly long moments before he opens them again, immediately finding my gaze once he does.

His fucking lips are parted, giving me a glimpse at the green barbell in the center of his tongue. That coupled with his naked flesh underneath me, and I fucking lose all sensibility.

Why should I hold back when it’s him who wants this, this time? It’s what I wanted. For him to need me, to rely on me and what I give him, only so I can rip it away and leave him to die.

This was the plan.

If I get something selfish out of it while it’s happening, well, at least I get to come in a tight hole.

My lips crash down on his, my tongue delving into his mouth and instantly flicking against that fucking piercing. Dominik moans lazily into my mouth, keeping his jaw slack so I can fuck my tongue in and out of his mouth without resistance.

He’s pliant underneath me as I take what I want—which is him. His body, his fucking lips, his ass—that’s what I want.

I tighten my grip on his throat, making sure I constrict his airways as I assault his lips. They’re cold and chapped against mine, and I revel in the stark, cool roughness. He molds and shapes them to mine, kissing almost lazily, weakly.

I pull back to peer down at him. It takes him a few moments to peel his lids open and meet my eyes. “Rhett.” His voice cracks, deep and raspy. My dick twitches in response.

“You were already so broken,” I mumble absentmindedly as I trace my index finger down his throat to his clavicle and drag it along the bone there. “And now I’ve made you into the perfect plaything. Mine to exploit, to fuck, to kill…” I press my lips into the hollow of his collarbone. Dominik moans as I flick my tongue out and make my way down his torso, licking, biting, and sucking every inch of skin.

By the time I make it to his navel, he’s covered in dozens of purple bruises littering his chest haphazardly. His nipples are stiff and glistening with my saliva from sucking them raw. With my knees planted between his spread thighs, I swirl my tongue through the line of hair leading straight to his groin, narrowly missing his head, while reaching up and tweaking his nipple with my right hand.

He moans and writhes as I abuse his body. His dick is so fucking hard and leaking, soaking his happy trail with precum which I happily lap up. With every pinch of his nipple, his dick jerks, lifting from his groin before smacking back down while his legs rustle the blankets.

I peer up at him through my lashes as I dart my tongue along his leaking head. His body stiffens, every limb shooting straight out as he throws his head back and groans. His mildly salty flavor explodes on my tongue and I, myself, groan.

I shouldn’t fucking want him as much as I do. I fucking hate him and everything he is, but his goddamn body… I’ve always had an inclination for the pretty ones.

My eyes drop down to his length, tracing each fucking vein that leads to his head, which is flushed a deep red color. I wrap my lips around it and suck. His legs twitch the more of his length I draw into my mouth, and I have to press my palms to the inside of his thick thighs to keep him still. He tries to thrust up to get deeper, so I dig my nails into his flesh to get his attention as I pull off of his length.

“Watch yourself, baby. This is for me, not you.” His heavy-lidded gaze meets mine, though I’m not sure he can even see me. His pupils are almost non-existent, his mouth is slack, and I swear I fucking see drool dripping out of the side of his mouth.

When he finally stills under me, I lower my head once more, enjoying the way his impressive length fills my mouth. He presses against my tongue, and I can feel a thick, throbbing vein, which I press harder against. When his head bumps the back of my throat, I relax and push further down until he constricts my airways.

I feel so fucking full, I can’t help the moan that vibrates through me. The taste, the smell of a man stuffing my mouth is so fucking heady, I keep him lodged in my throat, swallowing around him, as long as I can.

My head turns to fog the longer my lungs scream for oxygen. I need to breathe, but I can’t. I need this more.

His sharp, piercing wail snaps me from my reverie, and I pull off of him. His dick smacks against his abdomen with a wet and obscene thwack. I glare at him, finding him panting while his dick twitches desperately. He was about to come.

I allow him a few seconds of reprieve before I grip the insides of his thighs and push his legs back, exposing him to me. My eyes flicker down to his hole, tight and tempting. Keeping his legs pulling back close to his chest, using them as leverage, I lean down and suckle his balls in my mouth, lathering them in my saliva before I move behind them and press my tongue against his taint.

His musky scent invades my nostrils, and I have to physically resist the urge to free my cock and stroke it until I come all fucking over him. Instead, I lower myself on the bed until I’m lying between Dominik’s spread legs and thrust into the mattress, letting the bite of my zipper satiate me temporarily.

My hair falls in front of my eyes, and I have to press my face into his thigh to brush it back without access to my hands. Once my hair falls behind my ears, I lower my grip on his legs until I’m cupping his ass. Without me to hold them in place, his legs fall forward and wrap around my head, completely encasing me in him.

Dominik invades my every sense until I can’t fucking hear, see, breathe, taste, or fucking feel anything but him. Finally, my tongue meets his puckered hole, and I almost cry out from relief.

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