Page 11 of Destroyer

I place him on the hall floor to close and lock the door. I feel sorry for him if all he was doing was following orders. My anger is replaced with pity so release his feet and then move to his hands.

"If you release me, I will not be here in the morning," Nico warns me, swaying my hands away from his bonds.

"Get up." When he does nothing, I pull him up. "You're going to bed. Do you need anything first?"

"To clean my teeth," he grins.

"I'll untie you for that."

"You will not get second chance to tie me," he threatens. This passive aggression is a new trait. He's quite a bossy prisoner, but the glint in his eyes suggests he might be enjoying this. If he is killing from Gavriil's bedroom, it could be a cry for help. Everything changed for him when Gavriil died. He lost his purpose, his independence and his routine. While Knox, Porter, Gregory and I were all trying to do our best for him, he's been shipped around between us like an unwanted puppy.

"I want you to move in with me. Stay here and make it your home." Brushing someone else's teeth is harder than I thought, but I give it a go before declaring the job done and wipe his face. "You can choose to stay with your brothers when you want, but this is your home."

He nods and stands before the toilet.

No.

I am not doing that.

He looks at me, hard and stern stare until we both realise I am absolutely doing that. I stand behind him and tug his opening apart, freeing his cock from his pants. I touch him as little as possible, and aim in the right direction.

"Now are you ready for bed?" I sigh heavily. I don't know how he can be anything less than exhausted. I know I am.

"Yes. Take me to bed."

There is no way those words should make me forget all about sleeping. I want to push him down onto my bed and punish him for killing Paul, for running from Gregory, for keeping secrets from me.

I swallow the urges down, but they don't settle.

I want to fuck him senseless for keeping secrets from me. I want it, but I can't have it. It's wrong. He is too young.

But I still want it.

Chapter eight

Caeo

Iwalkhimintothe bedroom he's been staying in, and I just hold him there in the doorway. This is nothing like the little tree space where he lived before anyone started looking after him. I am expecting too much from him in the time I've allowed for him to adjust.

"Tomorrow we are going to get all your things from your campsite and bring them here. This is your room; you can set it up how you want. Just don't light anything on fire. If you prefer the hammock, we'll fix it up. Whatever you want."

"This is what I want," Nico whispers, turning his body into me. "I want what everyone else has.

"Then we dispose of your campsite. That isn't you anymore. You live here. This is your home." My fingers raise his jaw, so his dark eyes meet my gaze. They should be filled with regret or guilt, but I don’t know if he even feels those emotions. All I see is lust.

"I'm too old for you."

"Not does that make it wrong," he insists keenly.

"I want this." But I've always told myself he was forbidden fruits.

"Then take it or it will be gone."

"Gone?" There isn't a possible future where he could be gone. He's mine. He's always been mine. We both know it. "You will never be gone." I won't allow it. I can't allow it.

We turn, my body forcing his against the wall and we kiss. Hard, wet, sloppy. Inexperienced lips hungrily try to devour mine. His willingness melts my hesitation. Who cares that he's half my age. I've let that hang over for so long, but no more.

When we break for air, I shove him down to his knees and open my flies.

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