Page 51 of Destruction

“I’m…still going to kick Chaos’s ass,” Tennant says breathlessly as I remove the knife from his balls.

I laugh while dropping the knife onto the bed, and begin fucking him in earnest. “I know. You’re not allowed to kill him.”

Tennant reaches for me finally, and I barely have time to prepare before he’s flipping us over, my breathwhooshingout as I hit the bed. Tennant swings himself into my lap, knife in hand. As he sits on my cock, he brings the knife to my throat, making me swallow reflexively.

“I make no promises, Tesoro. I’ll listen to what Benjamin wants, because you’re right, he has a choice. Especially since he’s a Martelli, but…I’m not worried. I won’t ask him to leave Ignacio for me.” He leans over, forcing my dick deeper inside him. Against my lips, he whispers, “But I won’t talk him out of it, either.”

He begins fucking himself faster on my cock, while at the same time, he cuts my throat, just under the scar that's already there, making me moan in pleasure. Tennant smirks, knowing how much I get off on the threat of death. And so he holds the blade to my throat as he fucks himself, stealing my breath from me.

Setting my hands on his hips, I dig my nails in hard enough to make him bleed. Tennant’s ass contracts around me as the blood flows from us both, and I whine when the knife is taken away.

He wraps his hand around my throat, slowly restricting my breath, even as I start lifting my hips up with every one of his downward thrusts. The more he cuts off my air, the harder my cock gets.

Tennant leans down and kisses me harshly, stealing the last of my breath as he cuts my air off completely, leaving mehelpless beneath him. Spots dance in my vision and my lungs beg for air.

As my thoughts go foggy and I claw at Tennant, silently asking to breathe, he grinds his ass on my dick, fisting his hard length, even as my vision grays and I am on the verge of passing out.

I’m barely aware of the way he shakes over me, his hot cum splattering across my chest.

When he removes his hand, I suck in a much-needed breath, but get light-headed as he didn’t take it slow when he eased the pressure off, but released me all at once, making my head spin.

I close my eyes and try to get myself under control, even as my cock pulses and cum erupts from it, coating his insides.

Tennant moves to lay next to me, pulling me in close as I catch my breath. When my heart rate settles, and I can breathe without gasping, I turn in his arms.

“I love you,” I whisper. “I trust you…like I trust no other. Outside of my siblings, you were the first person I let get close to me. I love Roman and Jude, too; there’s not a unit of measurement for the way I love any of you. But…you’re mine in a way I can’t—won’t even try to—explain, Tennant.”

He threads his fingers through my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to look at him. “I know. I am honored to have such trust from you, and I’ll never abuse it.”

I nod. “You’ve never given me any reason to doubt you—even when you kissed Roman without talking to me first. I…I want you to have this. I don’t know how it’ll work, but itwillwork, because I’ll burn the world down for you.”

He grins at that. “Same.” Kissing me, he lingers, as if savoring the feel and taste of me. “We’ll figure this out, together.”

“We always do.”

My phone ringing brings us back to reality, and I groan. I want to ignore it so badly, but we’re up to our necks in shit, and none of us can afford to slack off, interpersonal relationships tangling and detangling themselves aside.

Tennant gets off the bed and fishes my phone out of my pants, frowning when he glances at the screen. “It’s Emilio.”

I curse and hold my hand out for the device, which he tosses to me. “I’ll deal with him, why don’t you go check in on your boyfriend?”

He snorts. “You seriously gonna call him that?”

I shrug. “Either that or pet, both are apt, I think. Now, go.” I answer the phone just before the call ends. “What can I do for you, Cucciolo?”

“I need to ask for a…favor.”

He’s careful with his words, making sure to not sound desperate, though there’s an edge of stress in his voice. Whether that’s from whatever this “favor” is, or because of the video I sent him, I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter.

“That’ll cost you,” I reply mildly.

Tennant smirks at me as he dresses in a fresh suit. He enjoys watching me play with the boy, as much as I enjoy doing it.

Emilio growls.“I’m aware. Name your price.”

“I can’t until I know what the favor is…”

“I need to know how to keep our network safe from the police,”he says, not quite snapping, but I can almost see the short fuse his patience is on.“We both know you’re better at that type of thing. So, please, will you help us with keeping our records, and all that, safe?”

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