20
Attack dog
Yuri, two hours earlier
H er body bounced under my impulses.
I had my lover on all fours, receiving my erection in the dark hole. It didn't matter that I had lubricated it; there was still a slight resistance to being taken, and that drove me crazy.
My palm ignited one of the buttocks while my grunts merged with theirs, a result of the force used.
I had always liked rough sex, and my lover knew how to please me.
The phone started ringing, interrupting the session.
"Don't pick it up," my lover whispered passionately. Their fingers clung tightly to the burgundy sheets.
I continued thrusting, ignoring the persistent ringtone.
I cursed and pulled my cock out of that tight sheath. I didn't like fucking with a phone ringing in the background, especially when it wouldn't stop, suggesting I was missing something important. It wasn't worth it, for a fuck that could be resumed at any moment.
The frustrated moan from my lover was quick to come. I moved aside and picked up the phone resting on the nightstand.
It was my sister's number. Nikita wouldn't call unless it was an emergency, as we had agreed.
"What's happening, Kalinka?"
My lover lay back on the bed in annoyance and propped their head on their hand, continuing to masturbate.
An accusation on the other end of the line caught my attention dramatically.
"What?! No, of course, I had nothing to do with it!" I exclaimed, caught off guard. "Tell me what happened, step by step."
That's how I found out that R was in the hospital, that someone was marketing Mentium behind my back, selling it to kids who didn’t have a clue, for some online challenge app.
The journalist's son, who had been targeting Korpe, had been the first victim.
Shit, shit, shit!
Jonás had been a great tool. I had made substantial contributions to his newspaper so that this news-hungry man would become a pest, thus hastening Nikita's decision regarding the marriage to Capulet.
At that moment, he was just a charred body who had wanted to take R and Dante by setting the club on fire.
"Calm down." My sister was agitated and very angry. I wasn't happy either. I didn't like these kinds of situations that were outside of my planning. "Let's think, maybe one of the workers is dealing with some boxes stolen from the batch you sent to be destroyed and is running their little side business. Or it might be some kid, one of those who sees an opportunity and buys outdated boxes through some classifieds website and concocts this whole mess."
"So, you're not behind it?" she asked me, hesitantly.
"Your doubt offends me."
"I don't know what to think anymore," she replied sullenly. "You tampered with the product, faked your own death for two years, and forced me to marry our biggest enemy. Understand that I might doubt you and think that you were looking for a new way to enrich yourself behind my back."
"Well, you're wrong, I don't know who it could have been, but I can try to find out."
"I'd prefer to do it myself, if you don't mind," she retorted quickly. "It's not good for you to be seen too much when you're supposed to be dead."
"Are you sure?" I insisted.
"Yes, I know what I need to do and whose doors to knock on."
"Alright, but keep me informed, I don't like others playing with what's mine."
If I could have seen my sister's expression through the phone, I would have noticed her grimace of displeasure at my words. After a quick goodbye, claiming she needed to go to the station to give a statement, she hung up the call.
I sat on the mattress, overwhelmed. I set the phone back in its place and mulled over what my sister had told me.
My lover's hand caressed my tense back and started depositing wet kisses on it.
"What's wrong?"
"Someone is messing with my product, behind my back."
"Your product?"
"The Mentium! They're using it for some nonsense with teenagers. The first one has already died." The kisses stopped.
"Who?"
"I don't know!" I hit the headboard of the bed in frustration.
"Hey, come on, calm down..." Their hands wrapped around mine and kissed my knuckles patiently. I looked at their sharp-featured face and pulled their hair to see the expression clearly as I delivered the next piece of news. "Dante is in the ICU, and R is in the hospital." Their eyes widened just as I expected, and rage flooded through me.
"How?"
"Does it bother you?" The somewhat nervous blinking gave me the answer I needed.
I threw her body against the bed, raised her legs to my shoulders, and with my half-rigid cock, I re-entered her.
"Aaah!"
It had hurt her. Her shuddering grimace showed it, which filled me with desire. I pushed and pushed, reveling in her screams.
"Yuri, Yuri, please..."
Taking her against her wishes, in a rough and violent way, pleased me greatly.
Her pleading only made the act more attractive. I thought about the times Romeo might have been in that same place. I trembled. The image of her being taken by him made me lick my lips and thrust harder. Irene bucked, receiving my unrestrained assaults.
She was mine, no matter how much she enjoyed being with him, she was mine.
"Say it, suka [3] , say it," I growled. She knew what I was referring to. Her lips contracted.
"It hurts," she whimpered.
"Your pain is mine. Say it, and maybe I'll ease up and be more benevolent." The tears pooled, making her eyes shine.
Her full lips formed the magic words.
"I'm your whore."
"Harder," I growled, thrusting into her.
"I'm your whore," she shouted a little louder, as the pace increased.
"Louder!"
"I'm your whore!" she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I gently lowered her legs and reached her cheeks to lick them.
"That's right, little one. My whore, just my whore, that's why you were with R, because you're my whore and that was my wish. I wanted you close to him so you could tell me everything, nothing more." My thrusting slowed. I slid my hands between our bodies and began to masturbate her. "Acknowledge what you are, suka."
"I'm your whore, Yuri, it is what it is."
"And why is it so?" I licked her lips and sucked on them with delight.
"Because I love you, I love everything you do to me, I like who I am with you."
"Of course, you love me and you like it." I continued exploring between her legs, feeling the moisture spread on my fingers. Irene writhed with pleasure. "That's it, beautiful. Tell me how R used to make love to you, tell me." She moaned. "Speak, suka."
"He never hurt me. He was a considerate lover. He liked it when I gave him oral, and then he would make love to me from the front."
I removed my erection from her ass and entered her vagina; it was a damn pool.
"Like this?" The redhead made sounds of pleasure.
"Yes, like that. Oh, don’t stop, Yuri, please."
"Keep talking, what else did he do?"
"He really liked to play with my breasts," she said breathlessly, "he said my nipples were beautiful, he would suck them; first gently, then harder."
My tongue mimicked the scene, pulled on them, and suckled.
"Oh, yes, like that, Yuri, that's it, that's it, if you keep going like this, I'm going to come."
I looked at her cynically. I took her chin and slapped her hard. She screamed.
"I'm not R, suka, you'd do well to remember that and be grateful for what you have with me."
"I... I didn't mean to..."
"Of course you didn't, because he despises you, he would never be with a whore like you when he could have a jewel like my sister."
Pain clouded her gaze. I wanted to hurt her because, even though she was just a means to an end, she had attained what I coveted.
I flipped her trembling body over and took her from behind without hesitation, striking her right buttock so forcefully that it turned purple in rhythm with her screams.
I pushed, remembering the image of Romeo. When we both made love together, looking into each other's eyes. I increased the pace, lost in the memory of his muscled body penetrating one of our many lovers, and I climaxed, just as I used to, filling that strange orifice as if it were his.
I exited Irene's body and headed straight for the shower.
I wasn't gay. I never liked men, but R Capuleto had something, something that made me question my sexuality.
I dreamed about him, about what it would be like to caress him, touch him, fuck him, and have him give me a blowjob. My obsession was such that I came to believe I was going mad, that spending so much time by his side had disturbed me. The only thing that kept me sane was that I seemed immune to other men and that I still liked women.
I tried to find a reason for what was happening to me. I searched online and read an article mentioning same-sex relationships among animals.
It stated that when two male dogs mount each other, it is due to a social behavior used to establish hierarchies among them. Dominance and submission relationships served to resolve specific conflicts among the canines.
After reading it, I felt calm. Perhaps that was what was happening to me; my thirst to dominate Romeo was causing me to want to fuck him, to subject him to my will.
I was serene for a few days; however, whenever I saw him shirtless, or fucking at one of the parties we used to attend, the doubt would shake me again.
Such was my unrest that, during one of the biology classes, I asked a professor if this behavior I had read about in dogs could occur among humans.
I did it after a class ended; we were alone, so no one would hear my questions and his answers.
He looked at me suspiciously. He had been around long enough to understand that it was a veiled reflection.
"No, Yuri, that doesn't happen with humans." My horrified expression raised all the alarms. "What's wrong? Are you attracted to a guy? Are you gay? Is that your concern?"
"No!" I exclaimed, scandalized at the possibility.
"It's okay if you are, it's normal."
"I like women!" I wasn't going to tell that professor that the idea of being gay disgusted me. That wasn't right. God had created men to love women and have children. Being gay wasn't normal, no matter what some people thought.
"But?" His question was an opportunity to understand what was happening to me, to see if I had some imbalance causing those thoughts. I needed to talk to someone outside my circle to understand and take action. I clenched my fists and admitted through gritted teeth.
"There's someone, a guy. I can't understand why I react to him as if he were a woman." I was relieved that his expression remained unchanged.
"Does it only happen with him?" I nodded. "You might be hetero-curious."
"Hetero what?"
"Hetero-curious people are heterosexuals who, at some point, feel desire towards someone of their own sex. It's natural to want to experiment. At your age, hormones are a festival. You don't have to feel bad about it; any kind of sexuality is valid. There's nothing strange or offensive about liking someone of the same sex, even if it's just one person. You shouldn't be ashamed. If you want my advice, I'd say talk to your friend. Maybe he feels the same way, and you might be surprised."
"I don't think so," I murmured, overwhelmed by the possibility that Romeo might feel the same way. What would I do if he did? He was my enemy; I couldn't like him in that way. It was impossible.
"Try it. You have nothing to lose." If only he knew... "Meet with him, have dinner in a relaxed setting, and try telling him. It will be much better than keeping it inside." I got very nervous at the possibility.
"Forget what I said, okay? It was nonsense. I'm just stressed about exams, that's all. Don't tell anyone, okay?"
"No, of course not. I would never do that. I'm here to help you, remember. If you need to talk to someone, I'll always be here. You're a brilliant student, don't let anything destabilize you."
I never went back to him; I focused on my studies, and my professor never brought up the topic again. Still, the idea he planted took hold of me, and one night when R and I were pretty wasted, I kissed him.
Feeling his tongue against mine was one of the most exciting things I had ever experienced, until he pushed me away and asked if I had lost my mind.
That's when I knew. There would never be anything between Romeo and me. I was a fool for trying to make it happen.
Rage consumed me. That idiot professor was wrong. I wasn't hetero-curious; I was a damn attack dog thirsty for domination. And I was going to screw over Romeo until he was subdued, crush his manhood, and take over his empire.