Bloodbath

by K. A. Merikan

  But instead of just taking what was his, Domenico stretched over Seth, rubbing his face against Seth’s back, neck, and sucking on Seth’s shoulder with the most sensual of noises. His body was scorching hot, his weight trapped Seth’s in one position, but he just waited, jerking off in tune to the shallow penetration of Seth’s fingers inside his own ass.

  “That’s it. I love watching you like this. I missed it,” Domenico whispered softly.

  Seth never stopped thrusting with his hand, he was too horny for that, but he did look back into Domenico’s handsome face, with shyness creeping back into his heart. “You’ve never seen me like this,” he said between one shallow breath and another.

  Domenico hummed and backed away in a cat-like move only to pull Seth’s hips up. The fingers dislodged out of Seth’s ass, leaving him hot, and aching for more as he tried to see through the confusion clouding his mind.

  And there it was. Domenico’s warm weight on top of him, strong hands holding Seth’s hips. Domenico lay down on Seth, and his damp hair swiped over Seth’s back in a contrast so shocking the sizzling of cold meeting fiery hot skin could almost be heard.

  “I always see you. You’re so sexy when you stop worrying about how you’re gonna look,” whispered Domenico, and his dick rolled between Seth’s buttocks.

  “You make me let go.” And there were never truer words. When Dom got him worked up, Seth let go of all his inhibitions. They got lost in Dom’s force, his dirty words, and his burning touch. How was Seth supposed to assess whether something was embarrassing or not when Domenico took over like that?

  Dom’s weight on top was such pure pleasure Seth spread his legs wider, so ready when the cockhead pushed against his slippery hole. His ass invited it in with ease, but the girth still had him panting. Like it always did. And yet it would never get old. Especially not after fasting on nothing and then a few hand jobs. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

  Seth buried his face in the comforter, unsure how much time had passed since Domenico entered him. It was such a transcending experience he didn’t even notice when their hands joined on the bedding next to his face.

  Domenico’s breath trembled across Seth’s nape when he rubbed his sweaty forehead against Seth’s flesh, trembling slightly as he pushed his hips against Seth’s buttocks, even though he was now fully inside. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of it.

  “Oh, fuck... that’s right. You’re going to be mine again. I’m not gonna have dumb bimbos crawling all over you.”

  Seth snorted despite trembling from the physical sensation of having Dom’s thick, throbbing cock inside. “You have to touch me everywhere to make sure their scent is gone.” He couldn’t help but tease Dom into fucking him harder.

  The low growl that thundered down his back was like the roar of a wild cat, but with Domenico putting an arm across Seth’s chest and drawing back, Seth couldn’t even think anymore. He wanted this to never stop, for Dom’s thick, glorious dick to pump him forever.

  He squeezed Dom’s other hand and couldn’t help a grin that even Dom wouldn’t see. He’d give himself to his man this way a thousand times over. Every thrust pushed a moan out his mouth, but he didn’t care to stifle them, knowing that the sounds he made would only turn Dom on more. “You’ll have to leave your scent inside,” he teased, more relaxed, and more aroused all at once.

  Sex with Dom was so raw and messy, and yet Seth wouldn’t have it any other way. His ass was already throbbing with heat every time Dom stabbed his dick inside over and over again, grunting like a beast. His beast.

  “I will. You’ll be dripping wet with my cum when I’m done.”

  Domenico’s hands were everywhere, grabbing Seth’s flesh and rubbing it roughly as they moved together, groaning like two animals in heat. Hot, damp kisses left patches of cooling skin, which felt like a shock to Seth’s system, and the furious rhythm of hard thrusts that seemed to drive deeper inside him every time was slowly making Seth space out, so much so that when Domenico’s dick popped out of Seth’s hole, he half expected it to push right back in.

  Seth looked over his shoulder, panting and frantic. “What? You’d rather come on me?” He’d be up for that. Dom loved coming on Seth’s stomach, wiping the head of his dick over the hairs on there, and Seth wouldn’t mind indulging him. He didn’t want the fucking to stop though. He was greedy for more, and not afraid to voice it anymore.

  But Domenico lay back and pulled on Seth’s arm before he could even know if he’d be able to keep himself up on his knees. “Come on. Ride me. You look so fucking hot. I bet your greedy hole can’t wait for more of my cock.”

  Seth stalled, but for only a second. He didn’t do this all that often, but right now, all he could think of was Dom’s dick back inside of him. He straddled Dom’s hips and reached back, adding more lube on the slippery cock that felt rock hard and yet so very alive in his hand. Not once did he break eye contact with Domenico as he guided it back between his buttocks. Feeling it push in again was the epitome of relief, and his whole groin throbbed with the need to come.

  He put his hands by Dom’s face on the comforter and began rocking his hips up and down to find a rhythm. Even as Dom started thrusting his hips up and meeting Seth’s ass in the air, all Seth could focus on was how amazingly handsome his lover was when he was approaching release. His eyes so focused, his lips slightly parted.

  The long hair was scattered around Domenico’s face like a messy halo, but he looked nothing like an angel. With his eyes darkened by lust, he kept whispering obscenities as he grabbed Seth’s hips and helped him move. The flush spread from his face and spilled lower, creating gorgeous dark spots in the middle of his chest. And yet, as much as Seth wanted to shift his body so that the thick cock would rub against his prostate more directly, he almost wanted to see Domenico come first even more.

  He missed the glorious sight of Dom’s long black eyelashes fluttering, his lips releasing a moan, and his grip tightening on Seth’s flesh. So for once he chose to not be selfish and sped up so rapidly it had his thighs and calves aching from the strain. All of a sudden, milking Dom’s balls and having all that cum spread inside of his hole, were the most important thing in the world to Seth. So maybe it was selfish after all, if he wanted that so badly.

  Seth leaned down to steal a kiss, moaning when Dom’s hips started working in sync with his, thrusting even faster. “So good. I love you so much. Do it just like that,” he whined into Dom’s lips instead of giving him a real kiss, but he couldn’t focus at all when Dom fucked him this way. The girth of Domenico’s cock made Seth shiver every time it filled him, and a drop of sweat dripped down Seth’s lip from the intensity of the sex.

  Domenico pushed his knees up and gave Seth’s back more support, watching him with a hunger Seth knew all too well. As if Domenico was ripping Seth’s flesh apart with his bare teeth already. All that Seth had left was to moan at the delight of being devoured.

  Seth leaned back and grabbed his own cock, without ever stopping the frantic milking of Dom’s. Soon, Seth would be coming all over that handsome face and have Dom watch every muscle in his body go rigid from the excitement of the rapid fuck.

  He loved the way Dom’s eyes widened when Seth started jerking off with one goal in mind other than the flood of pleasure that would surely come any second now. His ass would squeeze tightly around Dom’s cock, providing an extra layer of sensation to satiate his starved beast.

  Seth didn’t even attempt to stifle his own moans when he came, still riding Dom’s cock as his dick spurted cum at Dom’s chest, and that gorgeous, ridiculously symmetrical face. He’d take a photo of it, with spunk drizzling down Dom’s lips and cheek, but he’d never show it to anyone, since that reddened, intensely aroused face was only Seth’s to view and he’d guard that privilege with tooth and nail.

  His ass started throbbing around Dom’s cock, but his head became even lighter when Domenico rolled them over, never even taking his dick out of Seth’s hole as they
tumbled over the bed.

  Domenico’s eyes burned like hellfire as he folded Seth in two and drove into him in sharp, fast strokes that seemed to go deeper than ever before. The spunk left by Seth drizzled down Dom’s chin and dampened Seth’s chest, but Seth couldn’t even think anymore, completely focused on the wild beast seeking completion inside him, whatever the cost.

  Seth clutched on to Dom’s shoulders and cried out his name over and over again until Dom came with a groan of satisfaction, pushing his cock those few more times into Seth’s hot and tender hole. Seth was sure he’d still feel the burn tomorrow, but what did it matter when he had bruises all over his stomach and face anyway? All that counted was that Dom was getting his fill of pleasure, and that Seth was its source. He wrapped his legs over Domenico’s back, to not let him go just yet.

  He arched his head up slightly with a playful grin and licked his own cum off Dom’s jaw. The salt of it spread on his tongue, aggravating his senses even though he’d just come. Domenico’s eyelashes fluttered, and he slumped on top of Seth, panting as if he’d caught up with a cheetah. A sense of lazy comfort seemed to have settled on them both, because neither of them tried to move by more than was necessary for Dom’s cock to slide out of Seth’s body.

  “That... that is what I dreamed of all along,” whispered Domenico in a voice that already sounded as if he were half asleep.

  “That is why I’ve never let anyone else top me. I must have known all along that you’d appear in my life one day.” Seth slid his hands to Dom’s back, enjoying the kind of muscle he’d never encountered on anyone else. Strong, lean, and efficient. Deadly to anyone who dared cross them and only Seth’s to touch without fear.

  Chapter 26 - Domenico

  Domenico took in the vast space contained within the walls of Toro’s property. The lawn was exactly as it had been the night before, but he was glad the area around the helicopter pad remained relatively free of corpses, because the human remains were already attracting predatory birds and insects. Especially after the daily rainfall, when everything was so damp and the air humid enough to feel like the insides of a steam cooker.

  Dom was glad he and his death squad had decided to leave some of the low-ranking men alive along with most of the women. The maids, cooks, and such had been told to take a week off and allowed to leave the grounds as soon as they awoke, but the events of last night left many either frantically afraid or dissatisfied, particularly Natalia who told Dom what she thought of his methods in no-nonsense words. Then again, she declared she was completely fine with cleaning all the leftover blood and brains as long as she didn’t have to see the bodies. She also demanded a pay rise.

  Domenico liked her.

  The group of over twenty men who were not members of house staff had been locked up in Charlotte’s former cell. Out of all of them, Felipe seemed in best spirits, maybe because his body was so used to intoxication the tranquilizers didn’t affect him for as long as they had the others. Dana chose those she believed were least invested in Toro and would gladly continue working for someone else if their status wasn’t affected. Domenico considered that a fair exchange, especially that it also solved the problem of who was to deal with all the dead bodies. It was a win-win type of situation for him.

  Nero didn’t create any issues when it came to contacting his father, and he’d been also the one to break the news about Samuel, sparing Domenico from having to deal with something this delicate. Raul Moreno sounded astonishingly calm when he spoke to Nero, but seeing Nero act seriously for once came as even more of a surprise. Had the uncontrolled behavior only been a mask?

  Things were definitely looking up for Domenico Vincitore, but the best thing of all was seeing Seth in the sun-drenched kitchen, leaning over the stove. Whatever he was cooking smelled of tomato, herbs, and poultry, and with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, he looked like one of those handsome celebrity chefs who had their own cooking shows. Only the stacks of empty water bottles Seth was forced to use for cooking until the water supply was purged were something out of the ordinary.

  Domenico smiled and approached him from behind, making just enough noise that Seth wouldn’t be surprised by the arms closing around his stomach. Domenico kissed his warm nape and closed his eyes, nose buried in the dark hair. The scene was so achingly familiar he wished he could witness it every single day. “What are you making?”

  Seth looked over his shoulder and gave Dom a quick kiss. “My take on a simple paella. Wanna try some? I’m not sure what mood Moreno will be in when he arrives, but considering that Samuel’s dead I’m not counting he’ll be delighted to see us. So I’ve made these tiny lemon tarts to put on the table, and if he doesn’t want any, we’ll just eat them all ourselves later.”

  Domenico wanted to cry with joy. “Yes, please. I have the most amazing husband,” he said and gently squeezed Seth’s ass. He liked to think that their fucking yesterday had been so ferocious Seth could still feel it. “But you’re right. He lost his favorite son. Now he’s left with the fag, because he apparently keeps having daughters. Those tarts will come in handy.”

  Seth rubbed the whole back of his body against Dom and gave him another kiss. “Is… Are the clean-up people coming later?”

  “It will be arranged. I just want to deal with Moreno first. He’s coming in an hour or so.”

  Seth’s expression got more serious, but he still scooped some of the food on the wooden spatula and turned around to feed it to Domenico. Few things made Dom as happy in life as the tenderness Seth so eagerly expressed for him. “Are you sure it will be fine? That Nero won’t betray us?”

  Domenico sucked in the sticky rice, vegetable sauce, and bits of chicken with a contented murmur. “Unlikely. He has nothing to lose on this. If anything, making new allies could strengthen his position in the organization. Also, he likes Miguel. You think we could ask Miguel to sleep with him to win some favors?” he whispered, grinning with humor at the thought of stern, anti-sexual Miguel in bed with someone as wild and uncontrollable as Nero.

  Seth’s eyebrows went up high. “Judging by their interactions, Miguel would rather put his dick into an actual caiman’s jaws. Is he even gay? Or bi? It’s been so long, and I can’t figure him out.”

  Domenico shrugged. He was positive Miguel had a deep-seated interest in men, but—for whatever reason—refused to act on it. It was fine by Dom. “Right now, he can’t stand that Nero overpowered him twice within the same day. He likely won’t even look at him until his combat skills are improved. So embarrassing,” Dom said, looking at the bubbling sauce in the large pan.

  Seth smirked and shook his head. “That’s true. Have you seen Mark yet? Is he… doing okay?”

  Domenico sighed. The last time he checked, Mark had still been sulking in the rose garden. “He will get himself back together. You know staying will be better for him in the long run.”

  “He made that choice, but I bet he misses the girl. If you see him before Moreno arrives, tell him to pop into the kitchen. I’ll get him an early bird special tart.”

  “What about me? I was here first,” Domenico said, resting his chin on Seth’s shoulder. He was already smiling, because he knew Seth wouldn’t resist his plea.

  Seth rolled his eyes, but stroked Dom’s hair gently before reaching to the kitchen island where a whole tray of tarts was placed under a transparent food cover. “You can both get half each then.” Instead of lifting the cover, he reached into the cupboard under the countertop and pulled out a tart with uneven crust on one side.

  Domenico groaned and pushed his nose under Seth’s ear, already feeling his tongue tingle at the notion of having sugar in his mouth. “Come on. Who made you come so hard you almost fainted last night?”

  The flush instantly trailing up Seth’s neck was yet another glorious sight. “You did,” Seth whispered and picked up the tart to feed it to Dom, like he had the paella.

  Domenico hugged him even tighter and let the buttery pastry and the sweet, tangy filling
melt on his tongue into pure bliss.

  About an hour later, Domenico left Seth to prepare the meal and made his way to the helicopter pad where Mark, Dana, Miguel, and Nero awaited Raul Moreno’s landing. Dana and Miguel put Samuel’s broken body into one of the empty coffins sometimes used by Toro to transport his shipments. It obscured the ugly sight that was the brutally rearranged face and skull that was only kept together by unbroken skin, but Domenico secretly hoped Moreno would look inside, so as to add more fuel to his anger.

  The helicopter sent gusts of wind their way, and despite his confidence, Domenico still felt tension in his muscles when the rotor slowed down, and a man in a black vest jumped outside, not yet saying anything, his rifle doing the talking for him. Dom’s heart moved up his body, settling in his throat. Seth would hide if something happened, but he hoped it wouldn’t have to come to that. That this plan would work out in the end.

  Once the bodyguard—or whoever the guy was—established it was safe, he opened the door and another man emerged to the pad, trailing his gaze between Domenico and Nero. Two more heavily armed men left the helicopter and stood by his side, a sure sign he was the person they had all been waiting for.

  It turned out that Raul “the Cannibal” Moreno wasn’t someone who’d turn heads in the street. Not very tall, his short hair slightly greying around a balding spot at the top of his head, not too fat, not too thin. The infamous boss of the largest cartel in this part of South America was a man who looked completely and utterly forgettable.

  With the rotor still slowing down, Moreno approached them all with a face so expressionless it reminded Domenico of a gun that could explode in your face at any moment, without giving a hint what was about to happen. The comparison made his stomach clench slightly, but he reminded himself that he’d come prepared. In this interaction, he was the one distributing the cards.