Page 10 of Dark Prince

When the last bit of life drains from her eyes, mine snap up, connecting with Krishna’s arctic irises. His pupils are so dilated at first glance, you can’t see the light blue within his sockets. His breathing is labored and upon flicking my eyes down, I see the swell in the front of his jeans, which in turn hardens my own dick.

Dropping the blade, I hop off Kennedy’s dead body, turning away from them both in an attempt to get the hell out of this place. I shouldn’t feel bad for what I did. It needed to happen, I know that, but warring with my conscience is something I still haven’t figured out how to do.

The bitch was still that kid’s mother, and I personally know what it’s like to have your mom ripped away from you at the hands of another human being. Like me, Brooklyn may never know who is responsible—I fucking pray she never finds out—but also like me, she’s going to want to know the details, the truth. She’s going to need someone to blame and hate.

Reaching for the doorknob, my leather-covered hand never meets the nickel-plated metal. Instead, my body is swung around and my back connects with the door. Krishna is in my face in the next breath, his chest against mine, his hard cock pushing against my semi, making my dick jump at the contact. His tattooed hand wraps around my throat, squeezing and holding me in place as his lips slam into mine.

For a long beat I let him consume me, hard and forceful, because I like when he comes at me like this and because it takes my mind off the shame I should not feel over what I just did or the remorse that has no business running rampant through my system. If I didn’t care for Matteo’s kid, my sister’s soon-to-be stepdaughter, I wouldn’t. That whore helped that psychotic bastard capture my goddamn sister. She deserves to be brought back to life just so I can slice her throat again.

Getting angrier, I buck against K to push him away. “Don’t start this fucking shit here, goddammit. We only end up in a fight every time we do this, and I have no intention of leaving a trace of my DNA, or yours, in this bitch’s apartment.”

Fuck!

Coming at me again, he shoves his palm against my chest, pushing me back against the door. Before I can react, he has a blade poking into the denim at the front of my pants, the sharp tip stopping just short of piercing the flesh of my hard cock that only seems to continue growing and stiffening with every breath that leaves my mouth.

No matter how much I enjoy this fucked-up thing between us, it also pisses me off that he’s the only person I’ve ever been with that can get me this hard. I swear on all that’s holy, it makes me feel insane with a need that I should not have. Not because I’m bi-sexual and like men just as much as women, but because it’s him and we are not friends. We’re enemies. It’s what I’ve always been told, it’s what I’ve always believed.

“Keep fighting this and it’ll be more than your cum that I have to swallow to ensure we don’t leave any evidence we were here.” He presses the blade against me more, my dick feeling the sharp tip as he digs deeper. My nostrils flare and the flesh under my clothing heats. “So shut the fuck up and take it for once. If you feel sorry, then let that shit out right now, right here. That cunt got what she deserved even if I’m the one that wanted to shoot her up and be done with the matter. You did it right, Domenico. Had it been my sister, I would have taken it slow and drawn it out too.”

The knife clatters to the tiled floor beneath my boots and then Krishna goes for the buckle of my belt. Tipping my head back against the door, I let him take control. He and I both know my submission will only last seconds, a minute at the most. K might be the one that ends up with my dick in his mouth, but full power isn’t something I’ll ever let go of, the same as him. Why this even works, neither of us have figured out.

Pulling the button out between its hole, he rushes the zipper down, and shucks my jeans and boxer briefs as far down my legs as they’ll go while dropping to his knees at the same time. The smirk on his lips like he has me exactly where he wants me ignites a fire within me. Reaching for the Glock I have stashed inside my jacket, I pull it out and grip his dirty-blond hair between my fingers with my other hand. Without putting my finger on the trigger, I put the barrel of the gun against his temple.

I don’t give up control to anyone, but neither does he, and that’s why this shit between us always ends in a fist fight.

Running his hands slowly up my legs, Krishna doesn’t bat an eyelash, nor does the corner of his mouth that is tipped upward on one side falter. He does the opposite, his amusement growing over my display of dominance. Continuing his path up, the heat of his palm caresses my balls, which in turn causes the muscles in my back to tense, and I’m the one to waver first.

The weapon in my hand wobbles, but instead of putting it away, I smash the side of the Glock against his cheek, pressing my hand against the other side of the gun to hold it in place. K’s tongue darts out, licking the pre-cum that’s beaded at the tip of my dick. My mouth opens, releasing the breath I’d held in, and I pant like the bitch only he has the ability to turn me into.

Grabbing his face, I drop my eyes to meet his. “You suck it off better than you ever have before, and if you let one drop fall, I’ll splatter your blood all over this apartment too.” Without waiting for confirmation, I force his head forward, my dick being swallowed in the same breath. My hips buck and retreat, buck and retreat. He sucks me just as hard as I fuck his throat, my cock smoothly sliding along his tongue in a back-and-forth fashion. Krishna doesn’t disappoint; he never does when we’re together. His suction is perfect; every goddamn thing about his mouth is perfect and fits me too fucking well.

My eyes grow heavy, but I force them to stay locked with his as he keeps going, keeps taking my dick like it’s the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth, on his tongue. There is so much hunger staring back at me that all I want to do is release everything, letting him take it from me.

My balls tighten as a grunt rumbles its way up my throat, whisking past my lips. Krishna’s hold on me firms around my hard cock as cum shoots out, his throat swallowing it all as I come and continue coming for him. He slows, his rhythm coming to a stop as my chest deflates, and his mouth pops off. Before I can move, he pulls my clothes back up, covering me.

Not bothering to zip my jeans or button them, I drop to the floor in front of him, our knees meeting. Discarding the weapon on the floor, I slam my lips into wet ones, tasting the essence of my cum. His hands quickly grasp onto the opening of my leather jacket, yanking me forward. The kiss is brutal, but no less passionate than we ever are. This is us, and I won’t deny that I love every goddamn second of this—at least not to myself. I’d never admit it to him, and I know fully well that he wouldn’t either.

Reaching down, I go for his belt the same as he did me before, but he quickly stops me, pushing me away and keeping his hand against my chest. “Not here.”

Slapping his arm away, I reach for him, pulling him to me this time but pause just as our lips touch. “Don’t bother bullshitting me. I know you want to fuck, so let’s fuck.” I force his mouth open, shoving my tongue inside.

Gripping the top strands of my hair, K yanks my head back and my tongue out of his mouth. Advancing, his chest presses into me and his lips glide against my ear. “Not here,” he bites out. “Like you said, when we fuck, we end in bloodshed. It’s never been anything different. Fuck, yes, I want to fuck you and I’m going to, but we do it at my place where we can go at it so hard we’re both slit open, Dom. I want your ass just as much as I want your blood smeared all over me.”

I damn near come in my pants. I have to shut my eyes and lock my jaw, but then his teeth tear into the muscle between my shoulder and neck and that’s exactly what happens—I shoot a load into my boxers, coming again at the hands of Krishna’s mouth. “God. Fuck,” I pant and before the words are fully out, his lips are back on mine again, brutalizing me the way I need it, want it, the way I fucking love it.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispers against my lips. “I’ll take you in a goddamn alley, but not here, Dom. Get the fuck up.”

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