Chapter 14
Ipace back and forth across the almost empty room, wishing I was in my torture chamber. But not wanting to leave Roman and Emilio right now makes that impossible. Setting up a place to torture people hasn’t been a priority on our list, but this blank canvas is perfect for what I have in mind.
My need to bloody my hands, and expel some of this restless, scorching energy is almost too great. Though with every pass I make across the room, the more I settle into myself. That promise of bloodshed, the taste of violence in the air, it helps calm my nerves.
As does my Tesoro.
Hollis leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, with a slow burning anger emitting from him that has me wishing I could toss him to the floor and ride his cock…
There’s a knock at the door, and it opens to Joel dragging the guard who was supposed to be on duty into the room. He dumps the asshole in front of me and then moves to stand next to Hol.
The former guard scrambles to his feet. He’s good at masking his fear, but he knows what’s about to happen, and that there’s nothing he can say or do to change the outcome.
“What was so important that you left your post?” I ask carefully, my voice barely loud enough to carry.
“I…I don’t have a good excuse, sir.”
I hum. “Well, at least you’re not completely dumb.”
I take a step closer and stare into his fear-filled dark brown eyes.
“Shall I torture you? Maybe get a piece of glass and slice your wrists open, so you can feel an ounce of what my Mostrotto is going through right now? Though I suppose that’s not a proper punishment, since it comes with none of the emotional pain he carries… ”
Between one breath and the next, I pull my knife and gut the man. I don’t bother jumping out of the way as I cut him open, his blood getting all over me as I slice him open from end to end.
The hot, sticky blood on my skin is a balm to my shredding soul, and I breathe in deep, drinking in the scent of blood and death.
Pushing the body away from me, I watch as it falls to the floor. The thump of his head against bare flooring is a nice touch. After all, what’s a little head trauma when your guts are all but falling out of you?
Hollis pushes off the wall and comes to stand by my side. “Are we going to let him slowly bleed out?” he asks, no inflection in his tone to indicate his preference either way.
“Rather painful way to die,” I muse. “But I have time to burn, since we’re not even allowed to sit with Roman.”
Hollis hums. “You can go see Benjamin?”
I shake my head and stare at the bleeding man on the floor. “I’ve already almost killed him twice; I'd rather not risk that now.”
The reminder of my Topolino has me wishing there was more blood to spill.
I…love the asshole, but sometimes his arrogance and ego get in his way.
It's more prevalent now than ever before.
I wanted to tear down all his defenses, to uncover the person who was hiding behind his mask…
not expecting that what laid underneath was a viper in the grass.
It doesn’t change my feelings for him, but it does open my eyes to the careful manipulation he’s been hiding behind for so long. I almost feel bad for Ignacio. The bastard is too good for someone like Benjamin.
Fuck, don’t make me have to kill him… My stupid, weak heart might not recover.
“Watch him,” I tell Joel. “If he takes too long to die, you can shoot him.”
“Sounds good. Not like I have anything better to do,” the bodyguard replies.
Giving him a short nod, I leave the room, Hollis following in my wake. We don’t get very far before I grab his arm and slam him against the wall. He moans and reaches for my hair, dragging my mouth to his.
The scent of blood between us, the biting pain of teeth nipping at my lips and tongue, the way Hollis arches up into me…it sets a fire in me in a different way than the pain that’s been running through me since our Boys were stolen.
“Do you want me to fuck you right here, Tesoro?” I mutter against his mouth. “Do you want everyone to see how you fall to pieces for me and only me?”
Hollis groans and kisses me harder, his rapidly filling cock pressing against mine. Taking that as his consent, I pull away enough to flip him over, shoving him chest-first into the wall.
Hollis spreads his legs, arching his back and presenting his ass to me in a way I can’t refuse—not that I’ll ever refuse him.
It’s a quick scramble to undo our pants, and the sight of Hollis’s ass bared for me has my dick aching with need. It’s been a while since he’s let me fuck him, and it’s a privilege I will never take for granted.
Thankfully, my non-dominant hand is clean, so there’s no risk of blood mixing with my saliva as I spit into my palm; the last thing I want to do is contaminate my lover with someone else’s blood…
Hollis gasps when I enter him with two fingers, twisting and opening his ass with a brutality I haven’t been able to use in a while. “Don’t be fucking gentle with me,” he snarls. “I need you to fuck me, Ten.”
Letting out a dark chuckle, I pull my fingers out and spit again, this time coating my cock. “Don’t worry, Tesoro, I got you.”
Hollis cries out, his voice echoing in the hall as I shove my dick into him, showing him no mercy.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last, Hol…”
“Then fuck me, Love. Please…” He gasps with heaving breaths as I hold myself still in him for a moment.
Gripping his hips bruisingly tight, I fuck him without an ounce of consideration, but from the way he bucks into me, and the sounds of his moans, it’s just what he needs.
Hollis keeps one hand planted on the wall, holding himself up, while reaching for his own cock with the other.
The sounds he makes drown everything else out, and the raging fire inside me ceases to exist as I’m safe with him.
My Tesoro, the first person to ever look at the monster and deem him someone worth keeping…
The man who was so brutally used and abused, but somehow still manages to enjoy the baser, bloodier side of me…
The very heart and soul of who and what I am.
Hollis’s ass clenches around me as I find his prostate, tagging that spot with my dick over and over until he lets out a shout that can probably be heard throughout the whole house, but who fucking cares. He tightens around me as he comes, and my own hold on my impending orgasm is lost.
Pleasure rushes through me as I lean forward and bite at the back of Hollis’s neck, sinking my teeth in until I taste his sweet blood. My cock jerks as I come inside him. I don’t stop thrusting into his tight heat until the rough burn of no lube is too much for my softening cock.
Pulling out, I drape myself over him further, one arm around his waist, the other on the wall, holding us both up as we try to catch our breaths.
The need still courses through me, though the fire of my anger—my fear—is dissipating with each gasping breath.
“I love you,” Hollis says, his voice soft but loud at the same time. The sweet tenderness in his tone is at odds with the harsh fuck.
But then…that’s us in a nutshell, isn’t it? Hollis has always pulled at the dark parts of me, while still giving me the love he and our other lovers think I deserve.
Pressing a kiss to the fresh bite on his neck, I hold him a little tighter. I may be unable to say the words, but Hollis relaxes into me anyway, never expecting more than what I can give.
“Fuck, Hol…”
“I know, Love. I know. But Emilio is strong. So is Roman. We’ll get through this, we always do.”
A shudder runs through me and he gives me more of his weight, offering comfort in the only way he can right now; showing me he still trusts me above all else—the greatest gift someone like him can give to a monster like me.
I don’t deserve him, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep him anyway. Hollis is the heart of everything. The very air I breathe, while Roman, Jude, Lio, and even fucking Benjamin, are the blood that keeps my heart beating.
For them, I’ll do anything and everything. Starting with letting Hollis see the very broken pieces of me, the thread I’m barely holding onto, while trusting he’s strong enough to hold the other end and keep it from snapping...