Page 32 of Destruction

I’m sure his Master has many, many unique and creative ways to hurt him, but that’s more Tennant’s scope of expertise than mine. If we had time, I’d put him in one of the rooms Ten and I have built over the years for our kidnapping games. A little mindfucking would do this boy good, but as it is, I have limited resources.

Flipping the knife in my hand, I run the edge up and down his back and sides, leaving scratches on his flesh, but not breaking the skin—until I do. Seeing the blood run from Emilio’s shoulder down his back has my cock throbbing in my pants.

“I want to hear you, Cucciolo. How can I know you’re getting what you need if you’re as silent as a mouse?” Leaning in, I lick up the blood, enjoying the tangy copper taste on my tongue.

Emilio moans and his hands tighten on the cushions. “Better,” I muse. “But not quite good enough. If you want this…show me.”

Moving away a little to make more room, I adjust the grip on my knife, raise it up at the perfect angle, and slash it across his skin, watching as his pretty flesh breaks open and blood flows across his lower back.

He cries out, his head falling forward, and I use my free hand to play in his blood, rubbing it into his skin and down to his hole.

“That’s it,” I encourage. “I want you to hear how much you want it. Be a good puppy andbeg.” I slice into the curve of his ass, the meaty flesh cutting open beautifully. He’ll need stitches, but it’s nothing Doc hasn’t seen before with the way Carter and Cristian play.

Setting the knife aside, I squeeze his ass, letting the blood run over my fingers as I use it to lube up his hole. The slick dries quickly, and is usually too sticky for my taste, but for putting Emilio in his place, it’s perfect.

Using two fingers, I stretch him quickly, not all that worried about his comfort, but not wanting to damage him either. I lean over him and whisper into his ear. “Do you want my cock, Cucciolo?”

He shudders, hesitating before finally nodding.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” he says firmly.

“You don’t deserve it,” I respond with a chuckle. At his whine, proving his nickname all over again, I whisper in his ear once more, “But you need it. I know that. You can’t get this from anyone else until your Master gets home. Until then, I’ll give you it. On my terms.”

Standing, I undo my belt before pulling it all the way off and placing it in easy reach. Emilio tries to move, looking over his shoulder at me. I kick him, nudging one of his thighs further out.“I didn’t say you could move… I was going to let you come, but if you can’t even stay still for more than a minute…”

“Please…”

I look over my shoulder at Keegan, who is still frozen in place, watching the scene unfold in front of him with grim intent, making sure every move I make won’t permanently damage his precious stand-in Boss. I grin at him before turning back to my cucciolo.

And what a beautiful puppy he is, too. His smooth skin is ruined by the rivulets of red. If I had more time and patience, I’d string him up somewhere and work him over, making sure every inch of his skin is marked by me in some way. Alas, we don’t have that kind of time. As I told Emilio, Roman and the others are on their way.

For a brief moment, I wonder what my lovers will think of this scene, except I frankly don’t care. I’m sure both Roman and Jude will have questions, but I trust in our relationship enough to know they won’t fault me for taking this from the boy in front of me, especially not when it was given up so freely. Tennant, well, he’ll just be sad he missed it, and will probably bring the camera feed up to watch—most likely while fucking one of our boys.

Kicking off my shoes, I remove my pants and gather up more of Emilio’s blood, using it to stroke my cock. It’s not enough, so I spit in my palm, letting out a groan as I watch the body spread out before me shudder in pleasure.

I didn’t plan on fucking him, but how can I pass up such a tempting offer? Especially since I don’t fully believe his pathetic apology from earlier. I know how the Martellis are made—Allesandro trains them using sex—and while it’s not my preferred method, I’m only human. Passing up a willing body isn’t hard, but why should I?

Kneeling behind Emilio once more, I press my cock against his hole. He resists, the tight friction almost too much, but with some more spit and blood, we make it work. He lets out a sharp cry as I enter him, his head thrown back, mouth open and eyes closed. Gripping his light hair in one hand, I use it to anchor him in place as I slowly enter him, sliding in and out a few times to loosen him up.

It’s rough, and not how I usually like to fuck, but it’s also a very Tennant-type move, and I like that—channeling my lover so I can put this boy, who’s not mine, in his place.

“This is where you belong,” I tell him, thrusting all the way inside. “You might be a Boss, but you’re also a cockslut, aren’t you?”

He refuses to respond, and I press against him harder. “Fuck!”

“You may not want to answer me, but you are. I don’t know how your Master lets you do anything else, as you make such a wonderful cocksleeve.”

Pulling back, I grip his hips tightly. My movements have made the wounds on his ass and lower back bleed again, but I use that as extra lube and begin fucking him in earnest, pushing him against the couch and listening to his wonderful cries as I fuck into him.

It’s a punishing fuck, there's no two ways about it. I barely give him time to breathe as I shove in and out of him, feeling his tight ass cling to me. Digging my nails into his skin, I hope I leave marks that will sting with every movement—as if the cuts I’ve littered his back with aren’t enough. But it’s not… Not when this boy has played a dangerous game for days now, putting not only his life but those of his Family’s on the line.

“You want to play with fire, Emilio?” I ask, leaning over him, releasing one of his hips to plant my hand on the couch—so much for not bloodying up the furniture. “I will give you whatyou need until your Master is found. There aren’t any Martellis to save you from that. None of them are capable of ruining you so thoroughly. And you won’t get any of the Amatos, unless I allow it. But in order for me to do that…” I pull back, resting my cock at his entrance for a long moment before plunging in again. I punctuate every thrust with words. “You. Will. Learn. Your. Place.”

Grinding into him, I fuck him hard and deep, skating across his prostate and hearing his cries turn to moans of pleasure. Holding still, I take a second to catch my breath before reaching down for my belt. Wrapping it around his neck, I thread the buckle through and make sure it’s flush against the skin at the back of his neck.

Makeshift noose in hand, I tighten it until there’s just enough space for him to suck in air. A gasp that’s not mine or Emilio’s has me looking over my shoulder. In the doorway stands Tennant, Roman, Jude, and Benjamin. The latter looks to be a mixture of horrified and concerned, but I don’t pay him much mind. My worry is on Roman, who looks shocked at what he walked in on, even as he holds Jude around the waist. I can’t read the expression on Jude’s face, but I know him well enough by now to guess that he is…not pleased by what’s occurring. Still, I’m not worried, he knows better than to question me. Tennant looks bored as he leans against the entryway. I know he’s not, but he’ll never let people outside our dynamic see what lies underneath his unaffected façade.

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