Page 13 of Destruction

Spots appear in my vision as I choke on his cock, and Ten pulls away just enough for me to take a much-needed breath.

When I meet his icy eyes, my breath catches and my heart pounds. Whoever tries to claim Ten doesn't have any emotions hasn't had him staring down at them while his dick is halfway down their throat.

Being the center of his world is an aphrodisiac, and it takes all of the lessons I've learned over the years to not come.

With his grip on my hair, he holds me close and slams his cock all the way into my mouth and throat again. I grip his thighs, holding on and taking the punishing pace, knowing I am nothing but a hole for his pleasure.

My vision dims and my heart pounds in my ears. My head is both heavy and light at the same time, and when I'm allowed a gasping breath, I don't know what's up or down.

Words fall from Tennant's mouth, but none of them register as I'm too far gone to pay attention.

My eyes are full of tears, and as he pulls away to let me breathe, I let them fall. My emotional breakdown earlier was far from enough to calm the maelstrom. But here, with Ten’s hand in my hair and his cock keeping warm in my mouth, I don't have to worry about anything except whathewants.

“That's it, Little Prince,” he whispers. “Take what you need from me. I'm going to fill you with my cum. Just hold still and let me.”

As if I can do anything else.Or would want to.

Over and over he fucks my face, dragging me onto his dick when slamming into me isn't enough. He gives more than he takes, and that's the beauty of Tennant that no one but me, Hollis, and Jude will ever understand.

Even as his cock thickens, stretching my mouth impossibly wider, he tightens his grip in my hair more, on the verge of pulling it out. It's a release in itself, and everything I need.

When he comes, it's overflowing, spilling out the corners of my mouth. He pulls out and doesn't let a drop go to waste, scooping every last bit up and shoving his fingers into my mouth.

When he's finished, he wipes the tears from my cheeks and helps me to my feet. His kiss is as brutal as his dick just was, and I melt against him, taking everything he's willing to give.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I know. Now, get dressed. We're out of time.”

Despite his words, he holds me close a moment more before letting me go. Taking a stuttering breath, I turn back to the rack I was standing in front of when he found me, and pull out a suit.

“You sure?” he asks. He's not trying to talk me out of it, but he knew I was saving it for a special occasion.

“It's the right one,” is all I can say.

The suit is as black as the ones Tennant favors, but the accompanying shirt is a deep burgundy that makes my dark green eyes pop. The biggest difference is that there aren't pants, but a custom-tailored pleated skirt. Normally, my skirt suits come with pencil skirts, as it's what's “normal” for that style of clothing.

But…if this is my first stand as Boss, then I need to beme.

Anyone who has a problem with that will meet the wrong side of my blade.

Waiting in my father's office for our guests has my nerves running full force once again. Thankfully, I'm not alone, and that's the only reason I can stand behind my father's desk like it's my own.

My family—sans Leandro—is here, and I take strength from that. Even if Carter standing near Hollis’s corner, rather than behind me, is disconcerting. Jude stands off to my side, his quiet, steadying presence helping with the newness of everything.

Tennant leans against the wall between the door and desk, idly twirling a knife between his fingers. I'd tell him to put it away, but Carter has one as well, and I'm reluctant to take that comfort away from him. So being a fair and magnanimous leader, I don't say anything to either of them.

I'm already over this “being in charge thing”.

The knock on the door has me flinching. Tennant opens it to Joel, and though I know the words he's about to say, I wish he wouldn't.

“The Martellis are here. Shall I escort them in, Boss?”

I nod once, as it's the only thing I can do with everything else locked tight in tension.

“Are you sure I should be here?” Soren asks, as he gets up from where he was sitting and finds a place where Jude can easily see him.

“Yes. I don't know how this is going to go, and I won't have Jude at a disadvantage. If they have a problem with it… I'll gladly let out some steam.”

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