Page 21 of Deviant Knight

Some of the Bratva leaders don’t like that my sister is married to a Boss’s son. Hell, if they knew I was fucking the next in line to be that Boss, one of them might be inclined to cause problems.

Problems may be what I’ll have to face in time. I’m not ready to give up this fucked up thing Dom and I started. I’m not even sure I’d end things with him if I found the right woman; one I’d consider marrying. Unleashing my darkest side is too addictive, and that’s exactly what being with him does.

To throw a little kitten into that mix is a disaster waiting to happen. Though, even I’ll admit, kitten isn’t really a term that fits her very well. There’s a lioness hiding behind her green eyes that I’m not so sure Dom has noticed yet.

Waking up to her curves this morning, my dick was harder than I think it’s ever been. Not to mention it was the best fucking sleep I’ve ever had. The question is, was it falling asleep in Dom’s bed, Ciera being between us, or a combination of both that caused it?

I do know I can’t get the thought of us both fucking her out of my head to save my life—and I’ve tried. It’s how I ended up at a strip club in the middle of the day on a Monday. I enjoy watching beautiful women dance and take off their clothes like every other patron, but this show isn’t doing it for me. My dick acts like it’s broken. The beauty on the stage behind the glass has been performing for half an hour, and I haven’t even managed a semi-hard erection.

She’s hot. She’s even a redhead. Apparently, I’m into those now. But her curves are wrong, her tits aren’t big enough, and she doesn’t have enough meat on her ass. I can’t fuck her either. I’d break this one in two seconds, so it’s probably a good thing my Johnson doesn’t want her.

The upbeat dance music that’s playing inside the stripper booth also streams inside the private showroom from two speakers installed in two corners of the private viewing room I’m standing in. There is a chair behind me, but the last thing I want to do is occupy something that’s seen countless asses pleasuring themselves to naked girls. There’s a volume control panel on the wall next to the door, but I don’t have the music playing very loud, so when the door opens and then closes a breath later, I know someone has joined me.

Usually, I’d have my loaded handgun pulled and aimed at the individual who dared to catch me preoccupied. Though it’s rare and frowned upon, it’s not unheard of, nor a stretch for the girls looking for a little extra cash to sneak into the private viewing room, hoping to add to their pleasure in more personable ways.

One tried that once with me. She learned quickly to never to do it again. Before I removed the blade from her throat, I made sure she knew to tell the rest of the staff that if it happened again, the next bitch wouldn’t walk away without a mark.

No, the person that entered wasn’t a stripper or any other dumb fuck looking to meet his maker today. I can sense Dom’s presence. I’ve always been able to feel when he enters a room or walks up behind me. I guess you could call it a sixth sense or some shit like that.

In the next slow blink, I’m shoved face first into the one-way mirrored glass window, my forehead slamming into it. My palms connect too late to prevent the pain from ping-ponging inside my head.

There went my soft dick. Guess it’s not broken, after all.

Grabbing me underneath my arm, he flips me around to face him as he shoves me backward, my back now against the window. Domenico isn’t short, but being several inches shorter than me, I tower over him the same way I do everyone else. That doesn’t stop him from placing his hand around my throat and squeezing, cutting off my airway. It doesn’t stop the smile that ghosts my lips either from his attempt to dominate me.

The only way either one dominates the other is if we relinquish the power or we push the other so far that one of us runs out of strength and energy first. His lips smash against mine, and his tongue forces its way inside to meet mine.

He kisses like he fucks: hard and demanding everything from you. Any other way and this attraction between us wouldn’t have lasted as long as it has or continued to strengthen between us like it’s doing now.

Balling my fingers into a fist, I nail him in the ribs, once and then twice more, keen on giving him back everything he gave me the other night. My flesh is still bruised where he pummeled my ribcage on the left side of my torso. They still ache with every move I make, reminding me of Dom, which was his goal. That’s my goal now.

He grunts, his tongue slipping from inside my mouth as his long fingers tighten around my throat. Grabbing him from under his suit jacket, I slide my hand upward on both sides, then I flip us so that his back is slammed against the hard, unforgiving thick glass window, taking his power away. I crash my lips back into his, kissing him harder and proving that I can outdo him every time if I so choose.

Dom doesn’t take this shit. His fist slams into my gut, breaking my hold on his lips but not before I sink my teeth into his bottom lip. When I glance down, crimson leaks from the corner of his mouth, pulling a smile from me. His fist lands another punch.

Going back and forth with him is more of a high than any drug could ever give me, and I’d happily overdose on him any day or night I’m granted the pleasure. My dick swells. When I press my body against him, I feel his hard erection, which sends tingles down my spine. I press against him more, chasing something that I have no business wanting or needing.

A smart man would let him marry the Irish kitten and go on about my own life, my own family, and my own goddamn business. Playing with fire isn’t going to end well for either one of us or those around us if we keep this shit up.

Sooner or later, one of us has to have the balls to end this. Today just isn’t that day.

I push his jacket off, leaving him in his dark dress shirt. Mine was discarded when I walked in here, thinking I’d get myself off from watching the girl on the stage, but that didn’t turn out how I thought it would.

Not caring if he has an extra shirt in his SUV or not, I grip the opening between the buttons and yank, ripping the threads and exposing his dark-haired chest. Next, I unbutton my shirt as he grips my hips with both hands, grinding my dick against his. It’s doing too many things to my head, and all I can think about is his cock sliding down my throat. The power that gives me, knowing I control his pleasure and his pain, is everything I never knew I wanted. And while I have it, I will bathe in that shit for as long as possible.

In haste, I jerk my shirt off my body and toss it behind me without looking. With my hands not in control of him, Dom uses it to his advantage and swings us to the side. Then he maneuvers his leg between mine, hooking his heel behind my right one while his arm grabs behind my left knee, jerking my feet off the ground.

I go down hard, my ass landing on the concrete floor that’s hopefully been cleaned since the last guy unloaded his wad in here. Coming down on top of me, he wraps his fingers around my throat again and squeezes, cutting off my airflow as he forces my head backward.

When I look up, his dick is inches from my lips, making my mouth water and my tongue dart out to lick the tip. How he got his slacks and boxers down that fast, I’m not even questioning. I dart my tongue out, licking the tip of his cock where pre-cum has beaded at the head.

“Suck my dick,” he orders, his voice rough and his need showing.

“Who are you hard for?” I ask. “Me or Kitten?”

I saw the way he looked at her this morning. He wants her, which I knew from New Orleans, where we first met her. Only now, he wants her even more, but then again, so do I.

So, can I really blame him?

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