15.

FIFTEEN

Rafael

Behave he said, but where the fuck is he?

Normally, I enjoy Friday night at Lush, but I keep expecting Dominic, and he’s not fucking here.

Is he freaking out again?

Nyx slides a margarita my way. “Taste it.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“You’re in a shit mood. Taste it. If it’s right, you give me a hundred bucks. If it’s not, I give you a hundred bucks.”

“And I get to decide if it’s right?” I ask, perking up.

She shrugs, her shoulder brushing a pink pigtail that somehow makes her badass bitch leathers even more badass. “I trust you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“ Some people shouldn’t. I can.”

“Why?”

“Just taste the fucking margarita.”

I grin wickedly. “If it’s not right, you’re fired.”

“If it is right, you give me a raise.”

I lean on the bar. This is getting interesting. “You’re that sure?”

She leans on the bar from the other side. Her nose ring winks in the light. Her eyes are steely.

“You have more to lose than I do with these stakes.”

I raise an eyebrow. She’s not wrong, but at least this is fun now. I taste the margarita. It’s bright with the subtle complexity of a splash of beer. It’s perfect.

“Finally learned about the internet, huh?” I say by way of concession.

“You’re a pain in the ass.”

“You’re the second person to tell me that today.”

“Must be true.”

I huff. Some of the levity fades. Where is he?

I pull out my phone and check it pointlessly. Of course, it still shows only my last text from two hours ago.

Who’s playing games now?

Nyx gets pulled away to make other drinks, but I see her looking at me from the corner of her eye. When she has a chance, she comes back and takes away the empty margarita glass.

“So you owe me a raise.”

“Yes, I guess people who can perform simple internet searches for cocktail recipes deserve raises.”

“Ooh, sarcasm. You are in a bad mood.”

“I’m going to bed.”

She checks her phone for the time. It’s just after midnight. “Okay, now I’m worried.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

***

I’m dead asleep when someone pins me to the bed. I thrash against the big, muscled body behind mine. Powerful arms are clamped around me, but I manage to get an elbow into my attacker’s side. He grunts.

I buck against the hard cock lying along the cleft of my bare ass, then I snap my head back. My attacker has anticipated this and has his face alongside mine.

“You’re only turning me on more,” comes rasping into my ear.

Half of me already knew it was Dominic, but even hearing his voice isn’t enough to get my heartrate down.

He covers my mouth with his hand, sets his lubed cock against my hole, and pushes inside. Fear and vague, breathless, excited horror crash through me as he penetrates me. I choke and gasp as my body is forced to accommodate him.

When he’s fully seated, his swollen balls pressing against my ass, he pauses there, breathing hard against the side of my neck. As he pants against me, his cock hard and thick and deep inside me, my own swells.

Fear still prickles along my skin. Horror still rolls darkly inside me. But I love it. I love it so much.

With his hand still clamped on my mouth, Dominic starts to fuck me. His other hand shoves my leg up so he can get deeper. His hips snap forward, his cock punching into me.

He’s frustrated. Angry. It’s not enough, fucking me like this. He pulls free and yanks my hips up until I’m on my knees. Dominic positions himself behind me.

“Don’t say a fucking word,” he snarls and shoves back inside.

I don’t say a word, but I do moan as he fucks me hard and deep. The horror is receding, but it still casts a dark thrill over the moment. With the blackout curtains shut, I can’t see anything. I can only feel the way he uses my body, pounding into me, hitting my prostate again and again until I come. I scream with it, clenching and bucking on his cock.

He snarls, furious, and keeps fucking me. My hands fist the sheets as the onslaught continues and the dark horror rolls through me again. My body rebels. I try to pull away. Dominic’s grip on my hips turns brutal.

“You can fucking handle it,” he grits out and keeps pounding.

I start to moan as a wave of deep arousal rolls through me. My cock stiffens again. I bite the sheets as my body coils tight again. He’s milking me now, driving into my prostate, making me leak against the mattress as my cockhead brushes the sheets.

He pounds hard, close now, and when his cock kicks inside me, spurting hot cum, I scream and ejaculate again. Dominic holds tightly as I thrash, my cock spurting wildly, my body beyond my control—just how I like it.

The aftershocks have us spasming against each other. Then Dominic’s grip loosens on my hips. He pulls out and hauls my limp body away from the mess. He settles us on our sides, his arms wrapping around me, and pushes his semi-hard cock back inside me, claiming every possible point of connection.

He’s quiet for so long that I think he’s fallen asleep, then he kisses the back of my neck.

“Why didn’t you answer my text?” I ask.

“I couldn’t. I was in the middle of shit.”

“Are you okay?”

He stops breathing. He freezes, like he doesn’t know how to respond to that.

“Dominic? Are you okay?”

He shudders so hard against me that I grip his forearm where it’s banded around my ribcage. His cock is still inside me. It starts thickening again, but I don’t react to it. I want to talk to him.

After a while, he says, “A lot of shit got stirred up when my father died. People are testing me, looking for advantage. I’ve been taking out a lot of trash.”

I don’t know a lot about Dominic’s businesses, though I know they’re similar to Dante’s. Their fathers used to be business partners before falling out. It’s a bunch of white collar crime mixed in with legitimate enterprise. The Capellis also have mafia connections and some street business. I’m sure it’s a lot to manage, especially while he’s establishing his position at the top of it all.

My business is simpler. Nightclub. Sex club. The occasional murder to let off steam.

“How much danger are you in?” I ask.

“Not much. I just have a lot of work to do. Were you upset that I didn’t show up?”

“I bet you can guess.”

He chuckles against the back of my neck. His cock is hard inside me now. I make a sound of contentment. His hand glides from my ribs to my side then down to my flank.

“Such a greedy hole.”

“Turn on the nightlight above the bed. I want to see you this time.”

His body stretches. Soft light blooms over the padded leather headboard and the twisted sheets.

With Dominic behind me, I can only see his hand as it sweeps over my body. He touches me everywhere he can reach. My throat. My chest, brushing my nipples. My abs down to the tattoo.

My cock is swiftly hardening. I’ve always needed a lot of sex. No one has ever been able to keep up with me. I’ve always needed it rough. No one has ever been able to deliver.

But as my body primes itself for Dominic again, I feel almost calm. He can give me what I need. I can give him what he needs.

So I let him be gentle this time. I don’t push for aggression. This morning, when he frotted me in the shower, I realized that, with him, I can enjoy other kinds of sex. It doesn’t change the fact that I mostly want him to be rough, but this feels good too.

But only with him. He knows my darkness. He shares it. Neither of us have to hide it. It’s such a fucking relief.

So I sigh and look down the length of my body to his hand stroking my cock.

“You’re beautiful, Angel.”

A breath stutters into my lungs at the name. I start trembling.

“Shh,” he soothes against the back of my neck, still stroking my cock. “I’ll take care of you.”

His fingers curl into my balls. He starts moving inside me. It’s so gentle, so fucking sweet, I almost think I’ll cry.

“I want to see you,” I tell him.

He pulls out of me and rolls me onto my back, kneeling between my legs. I take in the sight of him. His face is so intensely masculine and so beautiful. His lips are full and sensual. His eyes are dark and dangerous. His body is so balanced and powerful. And his cock is hard, brutal, and utterly perfect. It’s thick and veiny, his balls hanging heavy below it.

The light falls just right to show a faint scar at the base of his cock. Someone cut him there. Jesus.

I don’t ask him about it. I already know he’s broken. I am too. That’s why we fit together so perfectly.

He lifts my legs, opening and lifting me. His huge cock nudges my hole. I close my eyes, relieved to feel him there again. He slides in, reclaiming his place inside me. He settles my legs on his shoulders.

His cock strokes inside me. I don’t think I’ll come like this, but I still enjoy it, watching him move as I feel it. We stare at each other, both shocked, I think, to like this.

My cock lies hard against my abdomen, leaking precum. Dominic’s eyes drift to it.

“Oh, fuck, that’s gorgeous,” he mutters. “Oh my god.”

He thrusts harder, making my cock jerk and leak.

“Let me watch you touch yourself,” he says.

I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke, pulling hard along the shaft to the head, squeezing.

“Jesus,” he mutters, bending me as he leans down. It shifts his cock inside me. He starts hitting my prostate.

“Fuck!” I gasp, stroking harder as my balls draw up.

Dominic drives into me, contorting my body, grunting with every deep thrust. I’m clenching on him as I rush toward my release. I tighten to my breaking point and shout as my orgasm explodes through me.

Dominic’s hips snap forward, burying his cock deep as he comes inside me. Our eyes lock as we strain through the release. Fuck, he’s beautiful when he comes.

Neither of us say anything as the intensity fades, leaving us quietly joined.

I’m not sure—I wouldn’t really know—but … I think we just made love.

Dominic is shaken and so am I. I reach for him, afraid he’ll leave. He wraps his arms around me. I wrap mine around him. We both hold tight, tangling together in the mess, hiding against each other because there’s no way either of us can face what we just did.