Page 85 of Inevitable Destruction

“I’m going to hell for this.” His thumb brushes my aching pulse hammering away in my throat.

“I’ll meet you there,” I croak out just before his lips slam onto mine. He’s brutal and demanding, taking everything from me—including my breath and my fucking sanity.

I don’t know who I become when he controls me like this, when he makes me this pliant, needy, uncontrollable mess. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. Though, I’m not sure I can say I ever did.

Rhett’s tongue delves into my mouth, immediately wrapping around the barbell in the center. I groan as he pulls on it before sucking my tongue between his lips. His flavor of rain, sandalwood, and leather infiltrates my body on an ethereal level.

My arms lift and wrap around his neck on instinct, anything to get him closer to me.

“You were supposed to be sleeping. Not awake and talking to that fucking drug dealer,” he mumbles into my mouth as he nips my bottom lip before switching to the top.

“I told you; he called me.” I’m breathless.

“I don’t fucking care, Dominik. Stay away from him.”

“Okay.” I agree, uncaring about his unreasonable demand. He’s already controlling so much of me; what does a little more matter?

“Good boy,” he rumbles, the vibrations bouncing from his lips, straight into me. I preen with his praise, my body melting into the floor beneath me. Rhett drops his entire body, enveloping me with him.

He ruts his hips into mine, and even though his body is still covered with soaking wet clothes, I relish in the feel of his hard cock brushing against mine. The friction of his jeans against my skin only heightens the sensations bursting like capillaries along every available surface of my overly-sensitive naked flesh.

Without warning, his body leaves mine, and a pathetic whimper bubbles up my throat at the loss of his touch.

“You’re that needy for my cock, beauty?” He grabs the hem of his T-shirt and drags it up, peeling the sopping fabric away as it clings to him. At the sight of his bare, tattooed torso, my cock twitches, flexing against my abdomen.

His silver nipple rings glint in the light, accentuating his slightly defined pecs and hard nipples. Rhett growls and steps forward. He lifts his foot and presses it against my throat once more.

This time I’m not afraid. In fact, I lift my chin, giving him easier access to my windpipe. I’m aware that my throat should be throbbing in pain like it was minutes ago, but all I can feel is the desperate lust singing in my veins—that and the slight foggy buzz from the drugs still pumping inside of me.

“Look at me.” When our eyes lock, he says, “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.

The corner of his lip twitches slightly before he fixes his expression back to one of hateful indifference. “Yes, what?”

I swallow at what he’s implying. Of course, he’s going to make me say it—anything to make me feel ashamed of what he’s made me need.

“Yes, I’m needy for your cock.” As the words spill from my lips, heat blooms on my cheeks, quickly radiating down my neck.

“Daddy,” Rhett adds, and I blanch, all heat flooding my face draining instantly.

Daddy?

“Say it,” he commands, increasing the pressure of his foot. As the mud caked on my skin starts to dry, it pulls my skin taut, making it itch. The desire to raise my arm and ease the overpowering sensation is almost too much, but I fear if I move a muscle, it’ll all be over.

He’ll release me and kick me out, leaving me on the streets with no way home and no more drugs to help me get through the day. On top of that, I won’t have a way to get any more.

I’ll be utterly fucked without him.

“I-I’m needy for your cock, D-daddy,” I choke the words out. If I ever thought I felt shame before, it’s nothing compared to the mortification igniting my entire body in this moment of desperation.

“Yeah, beauty, you are. Just the way I like it.” He steps back, taking his foot with him, and I suck in a shaky breath. Rhett pulls his jeans down his legs until he stands above me, his cock jutting out.

“Stand up.”

I press my palms into the floor and haul myself to my feet on unsteady legs. I’m weak, exhaustion leaching more of my energy by the minute, but not enough to keep me down—yet.

Rhett buries his fingers in my hair and pulls me toward him with his grip. I hiss at the sting radiating through my scalp before it melts into a sigh as his lips meet mine. Nothing has ever felt so right in my fucking life.

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