Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
REMI
M arlow Heights was drowning in ghosts.
The streets were stained red, the gutters choked with the remnants of the war we waged. The bodies we left behind.
A kingdom burned to the ground. And now, Domino stood in its ashes.
But he didn’t want it. Not the throne, not the crown.
Not the power.
He carried it anyway, like a blade he didn’t know how to put down. Like it was cutting him open from the inside out.
And me?
I was waiting. Waiting for him to break. Waiting for him to snap. Because he would. Because he was already unraveling.
He didn’t sleep anymore. Didn’t even try. He just sat in the dark, watching me.
Always watching.
At first, I thought he was just lost in his head. Trapped in the wreckage of everything we had done. But then I realized—it wasn’t the past haunting him.
It was me .
His obsession was a sickness. A hunger that had taken root inside him, festering, twisting into something bigger, darker, more insatiable. And he wasn’t fighting it.
He was letting it consume him.
Tonight was no different. I lay on the bed, my shirt discarded on the floor, arms tucked behind my head. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting pale light over my skin.
Domino sat in the chair across from me, elbows on his knees, cigarette burning between his fingers. Watching. Like he was memorizing me. Like he was trying to ruin me just by looking.
His face was hollowed out with exhaustion. Shadows clung to the sharp angles of his cheekbones, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his eyes.
But he wasn’t tired.
No—he was wired.
Tension coiled so tight in his shoulders it looked like it might snap his fucking bones. Like he was holding himself together by a thread.
I turned my head toward him, peeling my eyes open. I smiled—slow, lazy. “You could just touch me, you know.”
His fingers twitched.
But he didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Just kept staring.
I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip, stretched just enough that my muscles flexed under his gaze.
His breath hitched.
I smirked. It was almost too easy. He was so close to the edge. So close to snapping. And I wanted him to. Needed him to.
“You’re going to lose your mind at this rate,” I murmured.
Then, deliberately slow, I trailed my fingers down my chest. Waiting. Daring.
Something cracked behind his eyes.
Still, he didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
I chuckled. “You want to ruin me, don’t you?”
That was it.
The final push. He moved so fast that I barely had time to react before he was on me. Pinning me to the mattress. His hand wrapped around my throat, his breath hot against my ear.
My grin sharpened. “About time.”
His body was a live wire above me. All tension, all heat, all barely-contained violence. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Remi.”
His voice was wrecked. Rough. The sound of it alone made heat curl low in my stomach.
“I do.” I dragged my fingers down the ridges of his spine, pressing into the scars I’d left there, feeling the texture of my history carved into his skin. Proof that he was mine.
I pulled him closer, baring my throat.
Inviting him.
Baiting him.
“You once said my body was your favorite playground,” I whispered. “There is nothing you can do to me that I won’t enjoy, Domino.”
His fingers flexed around my throat. His control shattered.
“I want you bloody and broken.” His voice was a growl, low and dark and filled with something that wasn’t human. Something that had clawed its way out of him and refused to go back in. “I want you mine.”
His belt slid free of his jeans with a sharp, brutal sound. He didn’t give me time to react before he was tying my wrists to the headboard. Not too tight—just enough.
Enough to keep me open for him. I didn’t fight it. Didn’t resist. I just watched. Because I knew him. Because I wanted this.
He dragged his tongue across his lips, his voice nothing but breath and sin. “You can never leave me, Remi.”
I exhaled. Smirked. “Then make me stay.”
He buried his head in the crook of my neck, inhaling like he could breathe me in, drown in me, fucking consume me. A visceral shudder rolled through his body, his cock hard against my thigh, thick and heavy and fucking aching.
My arousal mirrored his, heat pooling low in my stomach, spreading through my veins.
I arched into him.
“Make me yours, Domino. In every way possible.” I whispered it against his skin.
Like a prayer.
Like a curse.
Like dark magic meant to break him.
And it did.
He yanked my head back, his mouth crashing against mine, brutal and punishing and fucking perfect. He licked into me like he wanted to steal the breath from my lungs.
Like he wanted to leave something behind. His teeth bit into my bottom lip. I groaned, the sharp sting sending a spike of pleasure through me.
His hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him, his eyes dark and wild and so fucking possessive it made my stomach twist.
His gaze dropped lower. Scanning my body. Searching. I smirked because I knew what he was looking for.
The bruises had faded.
It had been weeks since he’d touched me. Since he’d left his marks. Since I’d worn his hunger on my skin like a brand.
He didn’t like that.
Not one fucking bit.
A growl ripped from his throat. The sharp sting of his teeth dragged down my throat, sinking in deep, punishing, and perfect. The heavy thundering of my pulse only made him bite harder.
His tongue was the antithesis. A slow, languid drag over my artery, laving the tender flesh, tasting the blood rushing beneath.
My breath caught.
My whole fucking world narrowed down to this.
To him .
To the way he was tearing me apart, leaving bruises, leaving bites, leaving proof that I was his.
That I would always be his.
That I was never fucking leaving.
The suction burned, a slow, hot ache as he sucked hard, pulling the blood to the surface. My body jerked at the pressure, the heat, the sheer fucking force of it.
I’d offered myself up like a lamb for slaughter, and Domino—My god. My fucking destroyer.
He was going to do everything in his power to make sure I knew who I belonged to. Who I would always belong to.
A moan ripped from my lungs, broken and wrecked, my breaths coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
His teeth scraped over my Adam’s apple, and I choked on my next inhale. Every touch, every bite pushed adrenaline into my veins like a dying man taking his first gasp of air.
I came alive under him.
Every sharp sting, every flash of pain, every claim he branded into my skin was like oxygen in my lungs, blood in my veins.
“Fuuuckkk.” His voice was pure sin, dark and breathless, rolling over my skin like a slow, deep drag of smoke.
One hand clamped around my jaw, forcing my gaze to his. My vision blurred, heat flooding my chest, my stomach, my cock?—
Then I saw it.
Blood.
My blood.
Coating his teeth, smeared along his lips. Domino’s tongue swiped over it, and his eyes rolled back in his head, and a low, animalistic groan tore from his throat before his mouth slammed onto mine.
The burst of copper, the heat, the sheer fucking hunger. It was a claim. A brutal, possessive, all-consuming fucking claim. I took it. Opened for him. Let him devour me.
“More.” The word left my lips in a plea, a prayer, a fucking demand.
I needed more. More of his pain. More of his touch.
More of his twisted, feral, suffocating obsession.
I didn’t need air or food or water.
I needed Domino.
His hands. His teeth. His fucking ruin.
And he gave it to me.
His mouth carved a path down my body, marking, claiming, ruining. Every inch of bare skin, every fading bruise, every fucking place where his touch had disappeared?—
He brought it back. He put it back. Slowly. Methodically. Toxic, deadly, consuming. He was the night sky, smothering the light. He was the inescapable black hole.
And I was falling.
I arched, twisted, begged as his teeth clamped around my nipple. His tongue followed, teasing, torturing. He pulled it between his teeth, hard, until the pain bled into pleasure, until my hips jerked violently beneath him.
The ghost of his breath against the sensitive, aching bud made my whole body shudder, my cock pulsing, aching for friction, for fucking anything.
“Domino…more…I need more…”
His head lifted from my chest, his gaze searing, feral, knowing. The tattoos inked over his arms and throat shifted in the shadows, the dark glint in his eyes making my stomach tighten, my blood burn.
He knew.
He knew exactly what I needed.
He was the puppeteer, and I was just a body, a puppet, a fucking plaything in his hands.
Domino dragged his mouth lower, licking, biting, tracing the ridges of my abs, dipping his tongue into my navel. Fireworks exploded through my nervous system.
He pushed onto his knees, towering over me. My breath hitched as he peeled his jeans off, slow and deliberate.
My mouth went dry.
His cock—thick, flushed, fucking perfect—slapped against his stomach, leaving a glistening, wet trail across his skin.
Heat rushed through me. I needed to taste him. I needed him on my tongue. I needed?—
“You want this?” His voice was a low, taunting rasp.
He wrapped his hand around his length, stroking slowly from root to tip, teasing, squeezing just enough to make my cock throb in response. A bead of precum pooled at his tip.
I watched, entranced. My head thrashed against the sheets. “Yesss,” I hissed.
Domino laughed. Dark. Dangerous. Wicked.
I licked my lips. Struggled against the belt. “Please.”
His thighs moved up my body, straddling my chest. The head of his cock brushed against my lips, smearing precum across them.
I inhaled deeply. Leather and smoke. Sweat and sin. That heady, intoxicating masculine scent was thickest at his groin.
I moaned.
“Open up, piccolo agnello .”
My mouth snapped open instantly.
He chuckled. Fucking smirked. His gaze locked onto my tongue, watching me wait for him.
“Someone’s hungry,” he mused, his voice like a blade slicing down my spine.
His hand tangled into my hair, pulling tight. Positioning me exactly where he wanted me. The other guided his cock to my lips.
I moaned at the first hot, heavy, velvet slide of his length against my tongue and hollowed my cheeks, let him in, let him own me. I was flying high, knowing I was the one that brought him to his knees. I relaxed my throat, allowing him in deeper.
Domino groaned, deep and low. He fucked my mouth with controlled, powerful thrusts that made tears prick the backs of my eyes.
Brutal. Unrelenting. Perfect.
My throat burned and ached. I took it all and would have begged for more if I could have. Saliva spilled from my lips and down my chin, slicking his cock, filling the air with filthy, wet sounds.
He gripped the headboard, muscles tensing, flexing, rippling as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. I wanted to grab hold of his ass and sink my fingers into the muscled cheeks, feel them clench and relax as he moved.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this.” His voice—pure reverence.
He snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. My nose pressed to his base, my throat stretched wide. I was drowning in him as he invaded every one of my senses.
He was thick, pulsing, taking everything I had left. “That’s it, Remi.” A sharp thrust, a wrecked, salacious groan. “Take it all. Take everything I’m gonna give you.”
His cock twitched. Throbbed against my tongue, cutting off my air supply. A hand wrapped around my throat as he felt himself deep inside me. I imagined his balls drawing up tight, his release spilling out thick and hot.
“Don’t swallow.” He pulled back until just the tip rested on my tongue, his voice a demand, a command. “Close your mouth and keep it there.”
My chest heaved, my lungs burning as I lost myself to his brutal rapture.
“Taste me. Savor it. Because I’m going to fuck myself back into you.”
A deep groan rumbled in my chest as the salty sweet taste of his cum filled my mouth. I wanted to swallow him down. I wanted him to take root inside me and never leave.
Oh, fuck.
His words licked at my skin like flames, branding me, searing themselves deep, burning through flesh and bone until they were part of me.
Until I could never fucking forget.
Domino’s gaze darkened, locked onto the sight. His tongue darted out, sweeping across his lower lip, his smirk cutting sharp at the corners. “Good boy.”
Fuuuuck.
A fresh wave of tears burned the back of eyes. No one had ever said anything like that to me.
Not in praise.
Not in want.
Not in love.
My whole body felt like a struck match dipped in kerosene.
Domino’s lips brushed over my sweat-dampened forehead, trailing slow, reverent kisses across my face. Like he was memorizing me. Like he was grateful for me.
His voice came wrecked, raw, shattered. Silk dragged over broken glass. “Thank you.” A pause, a shuddering breath wrenched from the depths of his dark soul. “For bringing me back.”
My heart cracked wide open.
I didn’t know how to respond. Didn’t know how to tell him that he was the one keeping me here. Keeping me alive.
That if he ever left me again, I would never recover. So I let him take me. I let him own me. Let him manipulate my body like it belonged to him because it did.
Domino’s hands skimmed down my sides, featherlight, teasing, before they tightened at my hips. Blunt nails bit into my skin. The only warning I got?—
Before he flipped me over.
My face hit silk, my tears soaking into the sheets. Domino’s strong arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me up, positioning me exactly where he wanted me. Like I was meant to be here. Like I was built to be here. Like I was splayed open for his pleasure alone.
His hands moved fast, practiced, spreading me out, maneuvering me like I was his fucking toy.
I was.
I fucking was.
He shoved my knees under me. A strong, possessive palm pressed down on my lower back, arching me deeper, forcing me to push my ass out more.
Fuck.
I was shaking. Trembling. Still holding his release in my mouth, fighting my body’s instinct to swallow.
A sharp crack rendered the air.
Pain. Heat. A fire blooming across my ass. I moaned, low and wrecked, the burn searing through my skin. Another slap landed. Harder. Faster.
The impact rocked me forward, sending electricity crackling through my veins. Pleasure collided with pain, fused into something that left me aching, gasping, begging.
My neglected cock throbbed, the tip dripping precum, every nerve screaming for relief.
“Beautiful,” he muttered, his voice dark, reverent.
His body caged over me, hot skin pressed against my back. His cock—thick, heavy, hard—slotted between my ass cheeks.
I shuddered.
A full-body fucking shudder.
He reached past me, yanking open the drawer. I barely processed it. All I knew was that he was still hard. That he’d just filled my mouth with his load, but he was still ready to ruin me.
That he was going to leave my hole battered and bruised, wrecked and gaping—that I’d feel him for weeks.
And I couldn’t fucking wait.
His teeth sank into my spine, biting kisses trailing down my back, catching on each vertebrae, leaving behind heat, marks, proof. My brain was spiralling from sensory overload. It took a few moments to latch on to a new sensation.
Cold metal.
A blade.
The kiss of steel against my skin. The lava in my veins turned white-hot. My hole clenched around nothing, desperate, aching.
My body sank into the madness he forced upon me, a fevered haze of pain and pleasure, heat and need.
His hips rolled against my ass, grinding into the bruises he’d just left, pushing me deeper into delirium.
The blade pressed down sharply. The first prick of pain. My breath hitched as the first drop of blood welled. Slow. Hot. It rolled down my ribs in a thin, glistening line. My lungs stuttered. My body fucking spasmed.
“You bleed so beautifully for me.” His voice. Dark. Possessive. Ruined.
The hot swipe of his tongue on my side as he lapped up my blood was like a bolt of lust straight to my cock. It jolted against my abs. My ass clenched, begging, aching to be filled.
A strained whimper slipped from my lips, and some of his cum pooled on the sheets by my mouth.
I wasn’t here anymore.
I was somewhere deeper, darker.
Somewhere only Domino could take me.
My eyes rolled back as he scored my skin open, carving me like I was something sacred. Like I was his map, his art, his canvas.
Thin rivulets of blood rolled down my ribs, following the paths of his blade, a network of intricate cuts drawn with precision. He was mapping my veins.
Whispered words slipped past his lips, his voice sinking into my marrow like he was spelling himself inside me.
I was gone. No up. No down. No sense of self beyond him.
I was nothing but his to ruin.
And he knew it.
Domino’s fingers dug into my cheeks, spreading me wide. A sharp inhale—his breath shuddered against my skin. The tip of his nose dragged from my taint up my cleft, breathing me in like I was oxygen.
Like he couldn’t live without me.
The blade balanced on my back, a warning, a promise, as he moved, shifting his weight. Heat. Wetness. His tongue. Slick, hot, circling my entrance.
“Fuck, you taste so good.”
His muffled voice sent tremors through my entire body. He circled my entrance with the tip of his tongue. Worked me open with his mouth, with his hands, softening me, breaking me.
One hand wrapped around my aching cock, pulling it back, positioning me like I was meant to be used. His grip was loose, teasing, slow. But his tongue?—
His tongue was desperate.
He wrapped his lips around my entrance and sucked, my hips rocked into him as his tongue forced its way inside me as deep as it could go. He devoured me, licking, kissing, sucking my hole like it was my mouth.
It was too much. My hips rocked into him, caught in the unbearable torment of choice.
To fuck into his hand—or to push back against his mouth, to smother him, bury him, drown him in me.
As if he heard my thoughts, his lips curled into a smirk, still buried between my cheeks.
I moaned, wrecked, but kept my mouth closed. Kept his cum in my mouth. My lungs burned.
It was torture.
He edged me, dragged me to the brink, and yanked me back, over and over and over until sweat slicked my skin, rolling in rivers down my spine, mixing with spit and blood.
Just when I thought I’d snap?—
He let go.
It was like being plunged into ice water. I gasped, choked on nothing, on everything, on the unbearable loss of him. My cock throbbed, pulsed with its own heartbeat.
I clung to sanity by my fingertips.
Domino’s thighs brushed the back of mine. His hands spread me apart, pulling me wide open for him, for whatever he wanted to do to me.
His breath hitched. A rough, shattered groan tore from his throat. Spit. Hot and wet caught on my rim before he pushed it inside me, circling the ring of muscle with a hooked finger stretching me.
A single command, guttural, low, filthy. “Spit.”
It took seconds for my fogged brain to catch up. I parted my lips, letting his release and my saliva spill into his waiting hand.
I looked over my shoulder, tracking his movements with hungry eyes. He tilted his fingers, let it slide between my cheeks, to my hole. Backlit by moonlight he looked like my darkest fantasies come to life.
He didn’t blink eyes fixated on my ass, a sound rumbled in his throat. His fingers twitched a second before he shoved them roughly inside. Deep. Stretching. Claiming.
One hand worked his cock, slick and ready, the other fucked his cum into me.
I whined. I begged. “Please… please, Domino.”
A sharp, teasing twist of his fingers dragged against my prostate. Tears pricked my eyes and dripped down my cheeks as another wave of my orgasm drew closer.
“Please what, piccolo agnello ?”
I could barely form words. Could barely breathe. Could barely survive him. “Please fuck me. Now!”
A sharp slap to my ass. Hard. Brutal. Blistering. Pain chased pleasure.
“You’re mine to play with.” Slap. “Mine to tease.” Slap. “Mine to torture.” His teeth sank into my flesh, sharp enough to break the skin. “Mine to fuck.”
No warning.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
He slammed inside me, burying himself to the hilt. His balls hit mine. His thighs pressed flush against my skin.
I screamed. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
My walls rippled around him, choking his cock. His fingers buried in my hair, he yanked my head back.
A vicious snarl against my ear. “Who do you belong to, Remi?” He pulled out—and fucked back into me, brutal, unforgiving.
My lungs seized. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak.
“Tell me.”
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, the slap of flesh, our heavy breaths, the obscene slickness of him ruining me.
“Remi!”
A demand.
“You!”
The moment the word left my lips, he shifted. A foot planted next to my knee. A new angle and he fucking wrecked me. Pounded into my prostate, beating it into submission, breaking me open, fucking me raw
Domino released my head, and it hit the bed with an audible thunk, unable to hold myself up anymore. I was liquid fire. Sensation. Drowning in dark seas.
A blade against my spine. His voice like smoke and sin. “I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
Excruciating pain that I welcomed with open arms flowed through me. His switchblade, slicing slow, deep, deliberate. Fresh blood seeped from the wounds he was carving into me.
His cock rammed into me, fucking through my overstimulation, shoving me higher, further, deeper.
I blacked out.
When I came back, I felt his fingers tracing the marks carved into my back.
“W-what?”
My ass was soaked in blood, spit, sweat. He coated my skin with my essence, his fingers biting into my hips.
His pace increased. He wasn’t just fucking into me. He was dragging me back onto his cock.
My orgasm slammed into me like an electric current. “D-Domino…please…I-I…need…” I whimpered.
My cock throbbed. My heavy balls drew up tight, hugging the base of my shaft. My mouth opened, drool pooling onto the sheets.
An animalistic roar tore from his lungs. “Come!”
My body obeyed it was his to command. Thick, hot ropes of cum lashed against the silk sheets. My vision went white. I floated in the darkness.
I came to lying on top of him. My Domino. Arms folded across his chest. Cheek on my hand. Legs splayed, framing his hips.
I felt wrecked.
Not broken—remade.
Like my bones had been replaced with mush, liquid, honeyed submission. Still not entirely back from wherever he’d sent me.
His fingers traced my back, skimming the skin he’d carved open. Soft. Slow. Reverent. It was different from the countless little nicks, the intricate network of wounds and worship.
This one—I felt it.
Deeper. More than pain.
It should have horrified me. But instead—Heat flooded my body. A slow, sated warmth curled through me like a secret. I smiled. Barely there. Almost nothing.
But he saw it.
Of course, he did.
My eyes were too heavy to lift, but I forced them open just enough to peek at him through my lashes. His beautiful face. I drank him in. Tried to memorize him. Dark eyes were watching me, mouth unreadable—until I asked.
“What does it say?” Slurred. Mumbled. My lips barely moved.
“What does what say?” he murmured.
I scoffed. Weak. Playful. Utterly undone. “Whatever it is you’ve done to my back.”
His brow arched, a smirk curling one corner of his mouth.
“That thing you keep tracing with your finger…”
A hum. Low, rich. He moved his finger back to the top and started all over again. Tracing it. Etching it into me, over and over. The rhythm of it—hypnotic. It lulled me, pulled me under.
“Yesss, tha…” I barely got the word out before he chuckled.
A breathless, light laugh. I’d never heard before. It dragged me back from the edge of unconsciousness. My eyes fluttered open again, wider this time. Because—I wanted to see him.
All of him.
He was multifaceted, layered, endless. And for some unfathomable reason, he’d chosen me.
“My name.”
His words settled over me like a weight, like a chain around my throat. It echoed in my head. Over and over. Until I finally pieced it together.
He’d branded me.
With his name.
Carved it into my skin. I let my eyes fall closed. And whispered, “I hope it scars.”
A beat of silence passed between us where we just existed.
“If it doesn’t, I’ll do it again and again… until it does…”