4.

FOUR

Dominic

I watch, fascinated, as Rafael emerges from his hiding place. As he walked miles and miles across the city, I had no fucking idea what he was doing. Even when he reached an alley occupied by two men and vanished into the shadow of a dumpster, I still had no clue. But one of those men just left—and Rafael is stalking toward the other.

Rafael grabs the guy from behind, clamps a hand over his mouth, and stabs him in somewhere in the torso. Then he slams the guy into the wall and stabs him again.

Keeping my headlights off, I roll forward for a better view.

Rafael yanks a gun from the back of the guy’s pants, tosses it away, and steps back. The other guy charges, slashing with a knife of his own. Rafael ducks and slashes back, slicing the guy’s forearm. Next, it’s a leg.

My cock stiffens as I watch Rafael play with his victim, drawing it out. It’s too dark for me to catch every detail, but I can see that Rafael is a little less smooth than usual, almost jittery in the way he ducks and spins. Even so, he’s damned fast. Ruthless too.

I rub the heel of my hand against the hard length of my dick. It feels good. I want to keep going. But I don’t want to miss any of the show, so I make myself stop.

Rafael cuts his opponent across the face. He gets his hands next. Then he pins the guy against the wall and knifes him in the groin.

It gets ugly after that. Thigh. Groin. Belly. Groin.

The guy is still, probably dead. Rafael doesn’t stop.

I pull partway into the alley, keeping the headlights off. I don’t want to draw any attention to what’s happening here. I get out and walk toward Rafael.

He straightens at my approach. He sways. At first, I think he’s hurt. Then he laughs, and I realize what should have been obvious a while ago. He’s high as fuck. He’s also smiling like a goddamn psychopath.

He comes at me, knife slashing. I twist out of the way and get my fists up. When he tries again, I block his knife hand and punch him in the face. His head snaps back.

He’s so busy laughing that I’m able to grab his wrist and slam his hand against the brick wall. He drops the knife.

And, fuck, there’s a different one suddenly at my throat. His hand is shaky, so I take the risk of spinning clear. I slam the heel of my hand into the crook of his elbow. I knee him in the side as I take the knife from him.

He falls on his ass. Swaying, staggering, messy as shit, he gets back up. With another fucking knife.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.

He lunges for me. He’s sloppier than he was with his victim, and I’m no dollar-store street thug. I dodge easily and grab his wrist.

This time, I don’t even have the knife out of his grip before he’s got a fresh one in his other hand.

I’m getting pissed, so I get a lot rougher with him. He gets another knee in the side. Then I slam him against the brick wall. He slides partway down it, dazed enough that I get both knives away from him.

He drops to his knees in front of me. The ambient light catches his cheekbones and the line of his jaw as he looks up. Everything slows as I remember him on his knees in the shower, his lips wrapped around my cock as I pumped into him.

“You’re here,” he says in a raspy whisper.

It’s been a day and a half since I fucked his throat so brutally. I bet he’s been hoarse as shit. I’m suddenly very fucking irritated that I didn’t get to hear it.

My cock throbs in my pants as Rafael grips my thighs. Then I feel the sharp pressure of another goddamn knife along the outside of my left leg.

I grab Rafael by his leather jacket and yank him to his feet. I slam him against the wall again. The knife pricks my abs where my jacket has ridden up above my waistband.

I clamp a hand on Rafael’s throat. My other hand grabs his wrist. I wrench his arm up and smash his hand against the wall. The knife clatters to the ground.

“How many fucking knives did you bring?”

I have to loosen my grip on his throat so he can answer. “Six,” he gasps.

I think back. “Where’s the last one?” He’s losing focus, so I shake him. “Answer!”

He doesn’t, so I clamp my hand on his throat again and go hunting. I run my free hand up and down his thighs. When I get to his ass, I squeeze the firm curves. I rub between them. Rafael is trembling from whatever drug is running through his system, but I still detect a shudder at the touch.

I find the last knife at the small of his back. I grab him by the waistband of his pants. Letting go of his throat, I yank him away from the wall, spin him, and slam him into the brick again.

I use my forearm as a bar against the back of his neck, pinning him while I snatch the last knife from its hiding place. I drop it, then I hook my arm around his hips. His cock is a hard ridge against my forearm as I haul him back. When the delicious curve of his ass snugs against me, I grind my dick against it. Waves of lust roll through me.

I can tell he’s done fighting, so I take my arm off the back of his neck. I hook it around his ribcage and reach up to the grip the collar of his jacket.

“You made a real fucking mess here,” I whisper against the back of his neck, eyeing the still form of his victim ten feet away as I breathe in his masculine scent and the lingering traces of his expensive cologne.

I unfasten his pants and reach inside to grip his dick through his briefs. His moan and the feel of his cock in my hand have me shuddering against his back.

I tug his pants and underwear down. It’s not enough to feel him through the cloth. I need my hand on the bare length of what I’ve been picturing ever since he stepped into that shower.

My teeth scrape the back of his neck as my hand curls around his hard, hot, bare cock. I breathe deeply against him as I stroke the stiff length to his flared tip, teasing out a drop of precum. His body tightens. He shudders.

I release his cock to drag my hand around to his ass, sliding my fingers into the cleft of it, seeking the hole that I’m going to fuck.

My fingers find the flared base of a plug in his ass.

“You’re such a dirty little whore,” I rumble against his neck. “So fucking filthy.”

I unbuckle my belt, open my pants, and shove my underwear beneath my swollen balls. I grab the sachet of lube from my jacket pocket, tear it open with my teeth, and slick my leaking cock.

Rafael is moaning and shivering and shoving his ass toward me. His impatience annoys me, so I smack the plug. He convulses so hard that his knees buckle. His heavy weight pulls downward. I haul him back into position, grab the plug, and pull it from his ass. I’m not nice about it.

He cries out as his hole stretches around the huge bulb. The teardrop shape is slick with lube, so I stick it in his jacket pocket instead of mine. Then I set my cockhead against his hole and shove inside.

I don’t even care that I should use a condom. He’s getting bred.

Rafael cries out at the sudden, harsh intrusion. He’s stretched from the plug, but my cock is a hell of a lot longer. It punches deep into him.

My left arm is still hooked around his ribcage. I grab at his throat and collarbone, fingers digging in to hold him for every harsh thrust. My hand grips his hard cock again.

It feels so fucking good that I thrust hard and deep again and again, letting the sensations explode through me. I’ve got him held against me, and I growl as I fuck him, loving the feel of my body against his. The firmness. The weight.

But I need more than I can get in this position, so I let go of his throat and tug his hips back. His bloodied hands grab sloppily at the wall, bracing himself as best he can when I start railing him.

I’ve fucked in a lot of alleys, but never like this. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want Rafael. I want to kill him. I want to absolutely destroy him.

Most of all, I want my cum inside him.

My balls draw up as I thrust harder and faster into the tight, slick heat of his ass. Fuck, it feels good. I let go. I let my orgasm seize my body. My hips snap forward as I come. Rafael’s ass clenches around me as I breed him, releasing hot spurts of cum inside him.

The bliss fades. I pull out abruptly. Rafael cries out. He almost falls. I almost let him. But I don’t.

I grab the plug from his pocket and shove it back in his ass, trapping my cum there. Then I let him fall.

I step back, looking down at him on the filthy ground as I tug my underwear back over my cock and fasten my pants. I buckle my belt. Rafael’s body is rocking with light convulsions. They’re sexual because he didn’t come and he’s still aroused as fuck.

I leave him there and go to look at his victim. What a fucking mess. There’s blood everywhere. What the hell was he thinking, doing something like this in public?

Goddamn idiot.

I pull my phone from inside my jacket and make a call.

“Yeah, boss,” Rocco answers.

“I need cleanup. It’s bloody.”

“Where?”

I give him the location. He’ll be here in fifteen minutes. I can’t leave until he arrives, just in case anyone wanders by.

I backtrack to Rafael. He hasn’t moved. I stare down at him, taking in the sight of his exposed throat and the underside of his jaw. I let my eyes roam down his torso to his bare, hard cock. He’s breathing hard, his cock flexing rhythmically. I close my eyes as fresh arousal rocks my body.

I haul him to his feet and lean him against me while I tug his underwear and pants up. I reach into the opening of his pants and grip his dick through the black cloth. He shudders against me. His face presses into my neck.

I don’t know why I do it, but I hold him there, gently rubbing his cock while he pants against my throat. I bury my nose in his hair and breathe.

Christ, he smells good.

Then my father intrudes. I don’t let him speak inside me, but I can fucking feel his presence.

I start hauling Rafael toward my car. I open the passenger door. The interior lights cast enough of a glow for me to see all the blood on Rafael’s jacket. I lean him against the side of the car, unzip his jacket, and yank it off him. He watches me with enough awareness that I know he’s not totally gone. He pitches forward like he’s going to kiss me. I catch him by the jaw.

“I don’t fucking think so, faggot.”

I haul him up and stuff him into the passenger seat. I don’t want him touching my car with his bloody hands, so I grab a zip tie from the glovebox and use it to bind his wrists together.

I put the seat back so he’s lying down, out of sight for when Rocco gets here. His pants are still open, his cock stretching his underwear to its limit. I like it, so I leave him that way.

I return to the alley and collect his knives. Then I settle against the back of my car until Rocco’s van comes creeping down the street. I don’t want to talk to him, so I get in my car.

I can’t give myself away by looking at Rafael, but from the corner of my eye I can see Rafael watching me.

When we get to Lush, I pull up behind the building at the entrance of his private parking garage. It doesn’t open for my car, of course, so I hit the button to put up Rafael’s seat.

“You’re home, princess. I need your—” He fumbles at the handle, gets the door open, and staggers out of the car. “—code,” I finish as he goes stumbling to the keypad.

I could have stopped him, but honestly I’m kind of enjoying watching him like this.

His hands are still zip tied, but he manages to punch in his code. He wanders inside. I pull in behind him, kill the engine and get out, grabbing his jacket from the back. I put the parking garage door down because Rafael doesn’t.

I catch up with him at the elevator and watch closely as he punches in his code. Then I get in behind him. For the first time tonight, I see him in full light. Since I have his jacket, he’s wearing only a black compression shirt. The tight nubs of his nipples show through it.

His cock is still pressing stiffly against his briefs. He hasn’t tried to fasten his pants. If they weren’t so tight, they’d be falling off his ass.

“You’re still horny as fuck,” I say as I tweak one of his nipples.

He arches into the pinch. “So fuck me.”

I let him go. “Ah, you’re back. You went somewhere for a while.”

He doesn’t respond to that because he’s only partially back.

The elevator has another set of doors. They probably open onto the basement-level sex club and who knows what else in this building. But right now, it’s Rafael’s penthouse they open onto.

No surprise, the place is gorgeous, all sleek dark wood, black leather furniture, exposed brick, and gold accents.

The living room is arranged around a glossy black piano. To the right, there’s a bar that I guess is sort of a kitchen. I toss his jacket onto the counter.

I take one of Rafael’s knives from my belt and use it to cut his wrists free. Then I go to sit on one of the stools at his bar. I watch, curious about what he’ll do.

He takes off his shirt. He starts working on his boots after that and it doesn’t go very well. He stumbles and staggers all over the place, but he gets the job done in the end. Then he shoves down his pants and underwear. Finally, naked and hard and still with that plug—and my cum—in his ass, he walks a wavering line to the piano.

He sits on the bench, sets his bloody hands to the keys, and starts to play. I switch to a different stool for a better view of his cock. I take off my jacket and lean back on the bar.

The music is complex, some kind of modern take on something classical. I don’t know how the hell he’s playing like that when he can’t even walk straight. I also don’t know how he’s playing like that with such a raging hard-on.

It’s fucking amazing.

His body moves with the music, smoother and more rhythmic than when he was stabbing that guy to death half an hour ago. His cock juts up stiff and flushed dark.

My cock goes from half hard to fully erect as I watch him. I unbuckle my belt. Opening my pants and shoving down my underwear for the second time tonight, I start stroking myself.

There’s no warning before Rafael stands up abruptly. The piano bench flips, crashing to the floor. Naked, hard, and bloody, he starts pacing. He’s muttering something, but I can’t make it out.

I leave the bar and meet him in the middle of the living room. His chest is heaving, his stomach contracting so hard that his cock keeps flexing upward. His bloodstained hands are fisted at his sides.

I can’t make out what he’s muttering.

He yelps as I grab him and throw him onto the black leather couch. He fights me, but I have every advantage right now. I snatch my belt free of my pants. I wrestle his arms up and use my belt to bind his wrists to the metal arm of the couch. When I finish and switch my grip to his already bruised throat, he calms down.

I don’t.

I shove my way between his legs. The couch is deep enough for me to settle there. I let go of his throat and shove one of his legs up to expose his stuffed hole. I yank the plug from it, spilling some of the cum that I left there. I slam my cock into the hot, sloppy mess.

I’ve never actually fucked a cum-filled hole before, so I’m not prepared for how filthy it sounds. The rhythmic squelch drives me wild, as does the sight of Rafael arching and straining under me.

I watch him intently as I fuck him. His arms pull against the restraints. His lips are parted. His eyes are half closed.

I stretch his leg higher so I can get deeper inside him. His cock is leaking a trail of precum across his contracted abdomen. His balls are hugely swollen. When I squeeze them, he cries out sharply.

“You been filling these for me?” I grit out as I pump into his hot, slick channel.

I keep hold of his balls with one hand as I grab his other leg and reposition him. I must hit his prostate because he jerks and shouts.

I switch my hand from his balls to his cock. It twitches in my hand. It’s so damn erotic that I start stroking him. My hand is slick with his precum. My cock is throbbing in his ass.

“You’re gonna come, you dirty fucking boy. You’re gonna show me how you shoot all over yourself because you love my cock in your ass.”

He’s mumbling incoherently. I wish I could know what he’s saying, but it’s enough to watch him falling apart under my onslaught.

When his balls draw up, I know he’s close. I jerk him harder and pound faster into his ass. He screams as his cock kicks in my hand. Creamy strands leap from his tip. His ass clenches on my dick. I keep pounding and he keeps coming, spilling all over his own abs and chest and throat.

The sight tips me over. My hips snap forward to bury my cock deep as I come inside him again. I strain through it, letting go of his dick to grab his thighs in a bruising grip as my cock pulses and spurts. It’s so fucking intense that my mind whites out.

“ Hnnn! ” I shout as I strain. The orgasm won’t fucking let go of me. “ Fuck—hnnn! ”

My body strains through it until I finally pitch forward, dizzied and gasping for breath. Rafael is spasming under me, his ass clenching on my cock. It’s too much. I pull out, spilling cum from his stretched hole onto the couch. I get up, letting his legs drop.

His eyes are barely open. He’s covered in cum. His bloodstained hands are bound to the arm of the couch. He should look awful, but he’s fucking beautiful.

I tuck my cock away and zip up. Still shaky, I go to retrieve my jacket and pull out my phone. I return to the couch and take a few pictures. By the time I’m done, Rafael is passed out.

I check his wrists, making sure the belt isn’t cutting off his circulation. I take a long look before I leave him there.