Chapter 31 Sebastian
Chapter thirty-one
Sebastian
Kazimir will be happy. Though I'm still curious why a mafia boss wanted this bastard dead. He probably pissed off the wrong people. Whatever. It's not my job to figure it out.
The kill was easy and quick. I want to get back to my Daddy as soon as I can. Sadly, I still need to get rid of the body. I don't enjoy this part as much as the action.
If anything, I'm fucking bored already.
Just when I'm about to start disposing of the body, I hear ruffling behind me. This is unfortunate. Whether the witness is innocent or not, they signed their death the second they stepped into this alley.
I don't allow witnesses to live.
Unbothered by whoever it may be, I turn to see my second victim of the night. At least I'll get more action and fun.
All my past, all the horrors, all the killing… nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for this moment.
The moment when my Daddy would witness me kill a man.
I stand still as a statue, too afraid one movement would send him running away from me. His expression is a mask, but I can read what's behind it: anger, disbelief… and something I can't name.
I'm terrified.
I always knew Ezrah could never know every part of me. The darkest parts were ones I intended to hide forever, because I couldn't risk losing him. But now I'm facing my worst nightmare.
The man I love just watched me kill.
There's no going back from this.
Daddy strides toward me, each step deliberate. He doesn't look afraid. The anger on his face, though – mixed with something else – makes me want to look away.
His hands close around my throat. Hands that once held me, touched me, took care of me. He pushes me back until I hit the wall.
"Look at me," Daddy commands, and I obey.
I swallow hard, but it feels like there's a lump stuck in my throat. Daddy's grip is firm but not cruel, just enough to remind me he's in control.
"Why did you kill this man?" Daddy asks.
"Because I was paid to," I answer honestly.
"By who? And why?"
"By a mafia boss from another city. I don't know why I had to kill him."
"So you just kill anyone you're told to?"
"No. I do my research first."
I'm spilling my secrets like Daddy's voice is a truth serum, dragging out every truth I've ever hidden.
"What research?"
"Background checks. I make sure they deserve it before I act."
"And this man deserved it?"
"He did," I say calmly, but from the inside I'm burning.
I don't even care that my Daddy would probably call the police on me. I would go behind bars if that's what he wants and needs. But I can't bear to lose him. Yet, I know that the second he saw me take away a life, I already lost him.
"What do you do with witnesses?"
"I kill them."
And I don't regret it. I bet he can see it in my eyes.
"Why aren't you killing me, then?"
I flinch. Of course, he'd ask that.
"I would never hurt you," I whisper. "Least of all you."
I would much rather slice my own throat.
"Why? I'm a witness. What if I call the police?"
"Then I'd wait for them to arrive." My voice breaks and I glare at my Daddy as anger starts to surface. It hurts that he believes I would hurt him. "I would never lay a hand on you."
"Even if you go to prison?" he challenges.
"Even then. I would much rather slice my own throat than hurt you."
The word Daddy was on my tongue, but I swallowed it back.
His eyes harden, and his hand around my throat tightens. For a moment, I think this is it – he'll call the cops, tell me he's disgusted, walk away forever. But he doesn't.
Instead, he leans in. His mouth claims mine in a kiss that's all fury and possession, and I let him take what he needs.
When we finally pull apart, I can barely breathe. I search his face for answers. What I thought was anger transforms into unhinged lust. Lust, need, darker, deeper, mixed with a kind of scorching heat that feels like both punishment and love.
Roughly, he shoves my jeans and boxers down and wraps his hand around my cock.
"Daddy," I gasp on a moan.
"Just like this, moan for me."
I let out another moan as Daddy closes his hand around my shaft. He's rougher than ever before, but I enjoy it. I enjoy it more than I could have imagined. It's like he's claiming me all over again.
"Please," I beg.
"What do you want, boy?"
"You."
"Look at me." I open my eyes. I didn't even realize I've closed them. "I want your eyes on me. Do you understand?"
I whimper and nod.
Daddy removes his hand from my cock, and I let out a needy sound. I hear a packet opening, but I only stare in Daddy's eyes. He told me to, and so I do.
I feel wet fingers at my opening and moan again. I shouldn't be moaning so loudly with a dead body so close to us, in a back alley where someone may come, but I also can't stop the sounds slipping from my lips.
Daddy opens me up quickly, and then he frees his cock and positions it at my entrance. I try to wriggle and push down on it, but Daddy stops me with a hand on my hip. He's holding me up against the wall like I weight nothing.
"I want you to look at me as I claim your little hole, boy. I want you to think about the life you took so easily, and the one I refuse to lose. This is your punishment."
I tremble. "Punishment?"
It seems like a gift. Is this the last time I'll get to have my Daddy? Is this a goodbye? My eyes mist over, and I bite my trembling lip.
"Shh, I'm not leaving. This is your punishment and my promise."
He cups my face, thumb brushing away the blood smeared near my jaw. "You're mine, Sebastian. My boyfriend. My boy. My killer. All mine."
With one swift thrust, he slams into me, and I scream. The stretch, burn, pain, and pleasure are divine, and if this is meant to be my punishment, then I'll take it again and again.
"Yours," I moan as Daddy starts thrusting inside me with brutal movements.
He kisses me with possessiveness I've never known, chanting between kisses the word mine. He bites my neck, switching between gentle sucking and biting hard. He'll leave bruises, and the thought alone almost sends me over the edge. But I'm not ready for this to be over.
I cling to my Daddy as he pounds into me, as his cock hits my spot again and again. Tingles of pleasure spread over my whole body.
"Come for me," Daddy growls in my ear. "Come for me, sweet killer mine."
That's all it takes for my cock to explode without being touched. I come with a shout, and Daddy follows me, filling me with his cum, claiming me from the inside too.
I'm breathless, and it feels like my soul left my body by the time Daddy looks at me with worried eyes. His cock is still inside me, and a small, broken moan finds its way out.
"Are you okay, little one?"
I nod. I can't speak. I can't think.
I wrap my hands around my Daddy and burrow my head in his neck, rubbing against him like a content cat. Loving the feeling of his still hard cock buried in me.
"I love you," I whisper. I'm not even sure he heard me.
"I love you, too, my boy. I'll take care of you. I promise."
My heart bursts with happiness, and I close my eyes, trusting my Daddy to keep his word. I know I'm safe in his arms and there's no other place I ever want to be.