Chapter 25
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Dominic
I had no idea how long I’d been lying on the bed making out with Philippe. My lips were already swollen, and yet I still didn’t have an erection.
Fuck! And I’d taken a Viagra three hours ago.
Why wasn’t it working?
I knew it only worked if you were aroused—Viagra didn’t create an erection on its own.
Still, the whole thing was frustrating as hell.
Philippe was the type to take his time, while I was focused on one thing: finally getting hard.
He’d made it clear he hoped I’d fuck him hard tonight, and I’d agreed, but my dick was letting me down in the worst way.
Gently, I placed a hand on Philippe’s bare chest and broke away from his kiss. He kept kneading my soft cock and smiled.
“No pressure, handsome. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
“Oh, really?” a gruff voice interrupted.
Kilian entered the room wearing a leather jacket, an olive-green shirt, black jeans, and holding a vodka bottle. His eyes burned with a darkness I’d never seen before. If looks could kill, Philippe would’ve dropped dead on the spot.
“Get out,” Kilian growled, pointing to the door. “Or I’ll nail your dick to the floor and break both your hands.”
Philippe scowled as he snatched his clothes on the floor and disappeared down the corridor.
I propped myself up on my hands, trying to sit. “Kil …” But as I moved to stand, he jabbed a finger toward the bed.
“You’re staying right where you are!”
Frozen, I stayed put as Kilian set the bottle on the dresser and began pacing the room, agitated.
His gaze darted to the lamp draped with a cloth, to the lines of powder neatly arranged on a tray atop the dresser, and to the bamboo forest painting on the wall.
He tilted his head back like he was dizzy, exhaling loudly.
“Kil … I …”
My heart raced as I tried to explain, but he cut me off.
“Is this what you want?” he snapped. “To get fucked while high on drugs?”
Shame washed over me, and I swallowed hard. “It’s not like that,” I murmured, scooting forward to the edge of the bed.
“Stay where you are!” he barked, shrugging off his jacket.
I leaned back on my elbows, feeling intimidated and exposed. With my knees bent, I lay at the foot of the bed, an odd tingling spreading through my body. Desire flared inside me, and my cock finally started to come to life.
“Fine,” Kilian huffed, his burning gaze fixed on me. “I’ll give you what you want.”
My jaw dropped as he walked to the dresser, grabbed a tube, and snorted a line of cocaine.
“Kil!”
“Shut up!” he hissed, rubbing his nose as he turned back to me.
Now my mouth wasn’t the only thing hanging open. My eyes went wide, and a sinking feeling twisted in my gut. This was a terrible mistake. But he’d done it. He’d actually snorted cocaine.
Shit! I wasn’t even high.
I’d resisted and decided to stick with the Viagra instead.
Hyped up, Kilian stepped closer to the bed, breathing heavily. As he unzipped his pants and slid a hand inside, my cock swelled even more.
“Well, well,” Kilian said, stroking himself. “Looks like it’s official. You do get off on being fucked while on drugs.”
“That’s not it,” I answered, but he cut me off again with a sharp “Shh!”
“I don’t want to hear it. Shut your mouth.”
“But …”
“I want you to prep yourself,” he commanded. “Right here, right now.”
His dominance left me shaken, and any fight I had to explain the truth evaporated.
Instead, I did as he told me, starting to stroke my cock with one hand while using the other to tease my entrance.
I’d never felt so exposed in my life. I was on full display, and it was almost obscene how much harder it made me.
Hesitantly, I slid one finger inside, stifling a strained moan. My breathing quickened, and so did my hand, tightening around my now rock-hard erection. The tension in my body grew, and with Kilian watching my every move with that dark, smoldering gaze, I forgot how vulnerable I was.
Kilian’s eyes burned as he observed me. He radiated intensity, and as he finally freed his cock from his pants and began stroking himself, I couldn’t look away. Casually, he removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor.
I loved his bare chest—lean and wiry, his muscles shifting as he moved. The sight sent even more blood rushing to my cock, and I struggled suppressing a loud moan.
“Add a second finger,” he ordered, his voice deep and commanding.
I obeyed, arching my body as I stretched myself further.
“Now take your hand off your dick.”
I didn’t want to. I was harder than I’d been in ages, and if it were up to me, I’d have kept stroking until I came. But Kilian had other plans, and I couldn’t wait to see where this was heading.
“Move forward a little,” he instructed, grabbing a pillow. “Put this underneath you.”
I did everything he wanted.
Everything.
Because I wanted more.
More of him.
It was him who aroused me.
Not Philippe, not Livio, or any of the other guys out there.
Only him.
And he was here.
So I slid the pillow under my ass and shifted forward to the edge of the bed. With the bed being so high, my entrance was almost level with his hips. My breath hitched as I looked up at him, my cock standing rock hard, desperate for attention.
Kilian pushed his pants down and caressed his hands along the insides of my thighs. He touched my balls, teased my hole, but completely ignored my cock, which only made my desire burn hotter. I melted under his touch. My eyes fluttered shut again and again, and I felt like I was losing my mind.
Seconds later, he rolled on a condom, slicking his length with lube. He tossed the tube onto the bed beside me, then pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance.
With a single thrust, he drove into me.
I cried out, throwing my head back as I gasped for air. A sharp pain lanced through me, and I tried to relax by focusing on steady breathing. But Kilian didn’t give me a moment’s reprieve. He withdrew slowly, only to thrust back in, even harder this time.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, ramming himself deeper. “Don’t you realize your ass belongs to me? Do I really have to punish you first to get that?”
I moaned, my fingers digging into the bedsheets.
“It’s mine!”
Kilian lifted my hips higher and settled into a relentless rhythm that stole the air from my lungs. Again and again, he hit that spot inside me that drove me completely wild.
“And then you go and do some dumb shit and show up here,” he snarled.
His voice grew more menacing, his thrusts more brutal. He jostled my legs back, leaned over me, and wrapped his hand around my throat.
I couldn’t comprehend what was happening anymore.
For a fleeting moment, I considered yelling out “Horatio” to make him stop—not because I wanted it to end. The thought of what came next already filled me with panic.
But I couldn’t and didn’t attempt to stop him. Being completely at his mercy sent a rush through me like nothing I’d ever felt before—and that was with only two glasses of vodka in my system. Nothing more.
I’d thought the vodka was why the Viagra hadn’t worked, but the truth was clearly something else. My cock throbbed, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
My brain had shut down. All I wanted was to come.
The lack of oxygen made me feel lightheaded as Kilian, relentless and primal, drove me hard toward the edge.
Suddenly, I lost all control over my body. I cried out as Kilian released his grip on my throat. Gasping for air, I writhed, overwhelmed by the force of my orgasm.
My muscles clenched, my head tipped back, and my chest arched upward. I came in powerful, pulsing waves, hot droplets landing on my stomach. Tears welled in my eyes, and one even slipped free, trickling down my right temple.
I wiped it away, my chest heaving.
I wasn’t even close to being done and was glad Kilian still had me in his grasp. When I turned to him, he thrust his hips hard against mine again.
“Now I’ll give you the rest,” he growled.
His grip on my thighs tightened as he moved me closer to the edge of the bed. Then he fucked me in a way I never thought possible.
It was raw. Primal.
It was as if something had taken over him. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed in my ears, and somehow, I got hard again. Tears streamed freely down my face as I surrendered to the pleasure consuming me.
“Yes,” I moaned, clutching the sheets. “Fuck me.”
“Don’t worry,” he snarled. “This will be the last time. Then you’ll get what you wanted.”
I blinked at him. “What?”
“Don’t talk,” he ordered, picking up the pace.
I was utterly captivated, unable to recognize him. There was something unhinged in his eyes, like a beast had crawled out from the deepest, darkest part of his soul and taken over.
He was obsessed.
Manic.
All of a sudden, his body tensed. “Oh, fuck!” he groaned, leaning forward.
In this new position, he hit my sweet spot again, making me writhe beneath him. Could I really come again?
This time, he let me. I reached down to stroke myself, and I couldn’t believe it when another orgasm rippled through me. Kilian came too, groaning loudly as he spilled inside me.
For a moment, I felt a strange peace, coming down together while I could still feel him pulsing inside me. But then he pulled out and turned away. He tossed the condom into the trash can by the door and put his clothes back on.
“Kilian,” I said, sitting up. “Can’t we—”
“That was your goodbye fuck.” He grabbed his leather jacket, avoiding eye contact. “From now on, I’m leaving you alone.”
Before I could say anything else, he stormed out of the room and left Livio’s apartment.
Stunned, I sat there, staring at the wall. It felt like everything in my head was crumbling. My mistakes, my missteps, my failures, my secrets—they had all driven Kilian away because I couldn’t open my mouth and tell him the truth in time.
The high was replaced by a crushing sadness, seeping into every inch of my being like acid, tearing me apart from the inside.
After Philippe had failed to get me in the mood, Kilian had given me not one, but two orgasms—and all I could think about was what a pathetic failure I was.
My whole body trembled as I searched for my clothes. It took me ages to get dressed. Tears kept streaking down my face, no matter how many I wiped away.
“Hey,” Livio said from the doorway. “You okay?”
I swallowed back a sniffle and nodded. “Yeah,” I lied, taking a long swig of vodka.
“I need to go,” I said, setting the bottle back on the dresser and slipping past Livio with my head down, heading toward the exit through the living room.
As I reached for my jacket from the coat rack, Livio appeared beside me again.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his concern evident.
“Yeah.” I patted my pockets to make sure I had my phone and wallet, then left the apartment.
I was a wreck, my thoughts a complete mess.
Kilian’s image haunted me—the way he’d fucked me so ruthlessly, so mercilessly, with the dark eyes of a villain.
The pleasure he’d given me was beyond anything I could describe, but even the release of those orgasms couldn’t ease the suffocating weight of guilt and regret pressing down on me.
I wanted to scream. To fight back against the chaos tearing me apart inside. But with every step I took toward the city center, I felt myself losing pieces of who I was. Eventually, with trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and called Nico.
“Mick,” he answered groggily. “What’s going on so late?”
“I …”
I couldn’t stop the sob that escaped. I covered my mouth for a moment, probably in vain, because Nico sounded wide awake.
“What happened?”
“I fucked up,” I said, my voice shaking as I wiped another tear from my cheek. They just wouldn’t stop.
“I’m at Hector’s place. Come over. We’ll talk.”
“But—”
“Hector’s not here. He won’t be back until tomorrow evening. I’m stuck in my new writing room anyway.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
Somehow, my body felt a little lighter. Relief washed over me at the thought of taking an Uber to Hector’s place instead of going home, where the walls would’ve closed in on me.