Page 50 of Destruction

Following Ten into the bedroom, I watch as he shucks his clothes, tossing them over the dresser before laying on his back on the bed.

“So beautiful,” I compliment, taking my time to watch him as I undress.

The heat in his gaze makes my blood buzz, and the anticipation of having this man under me rushes through my veins. Climbing onto the bed, I spread Tennant’s legs wide and lean over him, tracing the already-scabbing-over marks on his arms and chest. “I see your new pet is feisty.”

Tennant laughs. “He gives as good as he gets, that’s for sure.”

Leaning down, I lick across one of the deeper scratches, cleaning up the dried blood. Moving up to his mouth, I kiss him deeply, sharing the taste of his blood between us, fucking his mouth like I am going to fuck his ass.

“Watching you with him gives me all types of delicious ideas,” I whisper against his lips.

“What type of ideas?”

Pulling back, I sit between his spread legs and set my hands on his thighs, watching as he grips the sheets in his hands toprevent himself from reaching for me. “The kind you’ll find out about when I’m good and ready. For now… trust me.”

He sucks in a breath. “I do, Hol. I trust you with my life.”

“Good.” Removing my hands from his thighs, I set them on his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh. He flinches but doesn’t protest.

Dragging my hands down his chest, I leave marks parallel to the ones Benjamin left behind. Over and over again, I mark him up, leaving deep red lines along his torso. Some of the scratches go deep, drawing blood, and Tennant hisses, reveling in the sting.

“Grab the lube,” I tell him.

He sits up enough to reach over into the drawer for the bottle, but before he closes it, I say, “And the knife.”

Both things are tossed onto the bed as Tennant lays back down. I coat my fingers first, tracing them over his hole, spreading one leg out wider for better access. Tennant lifts his hips as I rub a finger around his hole, entering him shallowly with it. When I shove two fingers inside him, he moans.

“I quite liked watching you take Benjamin apart,” I tell him, reaching over for the knife. “Tell me how it felt.”

His breath stutters as I trace the flat of the knife up and down his hard cock. He tries to thrust up into the sensation, but I pull the knife away and remove my fingers from his hole.

“Give me what I want, Love, and I’ll reward you.”

“It… He…he’s perfect. So contrary. There are two sides to him, and when he lets his barriers down and allows both to play…it’s addictive.”

Running the blade down his cock, I nick the skin a little, enjoying how he flinches, and the way blood slides down his hard flesh.

“When I let you play with him,” I say, “I expected you to fuck him and get it out of your system…” I make another shallow cut at the base of his dick. “But that’s not what I saw.”

“No…” he trails off as I slide three fingers into his ass. “He is…so much more than I expected.”

“You want to keep him.” It’s not a question, just a statement of fact that’s already been discussed.

“He fits in here. I know he’s not Roman’s biggest fan…” He gasps as I brush my fingers against his prostate, even as I drag the knife along his balls. “But I think he’ll thrive. Chaos is smothering him.”

I hit him with the knife, the tip of the blade nicking his thigh and causing blood to well up. “It’s not your place to comment on someone else’s relationship.”

“It’s the truth. I understand he’s Emilio’s Second and best friend; I’m willing to share with him. But like hell do I trust Ignacio to take care of him.”

Sliding my fingers out of his ass, I stretch myself out over him, my cock brushing against his open and waiting hole. “I’ll let you have him. He can be your lover, your boyfriend, or whatever you wanna call it; but you must respect his place.”

Kissing him before he can protest, I surge up onto my knees, sliding the head of my dick along his hole. Pulling back, I grip my cock and bring it to his waiting entrance. Tennant plants his feet on the bed, widening his stance and giving me plenty of room as I enter him slowly.

“Consent is important here, Ten. You can kidnap him later, after we get the Bosses back—after I have my way with you. But…something tells me there’s more to his relationship with Ignacio. Listen to him, and respect whatever decision he comes to.”

Driving myself in to the hilt, I once more trace the knife along his balls, watching as his body goes rigid on instinct.

So very carefully, I fuck him as I hold the knife to his sac, enjoying the sweet, measured cries that escape his throat.

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