Page 40 of Murder & Mayhem (Bloody Desires #9)

JAMESON

N icky carried me past O’Malley’s dead body and up the stairs. I didn’t know what they were going to do with his corpse, and honestly, I didn’t care. If I never had to see it again, I’d be happy.

He supported me easily, like I weighed nothing, and it felt so good that I found myself relaxing in his hold even as my head pounded.

This probably went against everything the doctor had ordered, but I didn’t care.

I couldn’t leave this place without one last time with Dominic.

Plus, I trusted him to take care of me. He’d make me feel good and follow concussion protocol closely enough. He was fully in Daddy mode now.

Dominic pushed the fortified steel door closed with his back and walked into the main living area of the tiny safe house we were in. It was empty. I had a brief moment to wonder where Ari and Gid had gone before Dominic was carrying me up the stairs and into the bedroom.

I guessed it was technically a loft, as there was no door and only one room, but the wall blocked the view from downstairs, so if anyone did come home, they wouldn’t immediately see us.

I didn’t care too much about that now, but I probably would later, and I doubted Nicky wanted his brothers to see his bare ass.

The bed was huge, likely a king, and took up most of the space.

I guessed if this was one of Luca’s places, a huge bed made sense.

I had been talking to Brooks a lot the last few days while I’d been recovering, and he’d told me a bunch about their dynamic.

He’d also talked a lot about how kink worked in their relationship, especially regarding the dynamic his adopted brother, Diego, was developing with one of their partners.

Diego had a lot of trauma too, and he was slowly building a Daddy/boy dynamic with their partner.

It had helped put a lot of things in perspective, quieted a lot of my confusion, and had left me with questions that Brooks wouldn’t be able to answer.

The only one who could was Dominic. I knew the timing was crap, and if I was being honest, my head was killing me, but I needed to know that this could be real. That I could have the things Brooks had described. That someone like me truly deserved it. And I needed it with Dominic.

He put me down on the bed with such gentleness, I nearly cried.

“Shh, I got you, baby boy. You’re safe.” I didn’t think I had made a sound, but I must have. Dominic crawled over me, his body a welcome presence.

“Remember, you stop this at any time. Got it?”

I started to nod, but the stabbing pain in my head had me thinking again. “Y-yes.”

“Good boy.” Dominic leaned down, still not putting any weight on me. His lips brushed against my neck, and I tilted my head, giving him more access. He sucked, teeth and lips and all the sensations. He was going to leave a bruise, and I fucking welcomed it.

He worked his way up first. Across my neck and then my jawline, and then my lips. He placed gentle kisses below my bruises and my nose. They were a salve to the pain that had been lighting up my face for the last few days, better than any pain pill or ice pack.

I should be embarrassed by the whine that escaped me when he pulled away and sat up on his knees, but I wasn’t. I desperately reached for him, my hands catching on his bloody shirt.

Dominic looked down at me, all intensity and heat.

He was like an avenging angel, covered in blood but still so gentle.

I should care about what he’d just done, or at least demanded he shower first, but I didn’t.

I wanted him exactly how he was, all his contradicting parts loud and on display.

I didn’t need the carefully constructed personality Dominic hid behind.

I wanted the man who had dismembered someone and then carried me up the stairs with care.

I wanted the blood and the chaos, the love and the attention. I wanted it all.

“Don’t go, Daddy,” I whispered, trying and failing to tug him closer to me.

The word was coming easily now. Too easily. It was because of the desperation I felt to make this happen . . . to understand. But I wouldn’t think too hard about it. At least, not yet.

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” Dominic’s hands ran up my sides and under the hoodie I was still wearing.

“You’re still in my sweatshirt,” he whispered, his voice husky and reverent.

“I like it. It reminds me that this was all real. ”

He blinked, emotion heavy behind his eyes. Then he smiled. “You can have it back later, but now I’m taking it off.”

“Please, Daddy.”

He lowered his body so he was lying between my legs, and I naturally parted them for him to have room.

His hands caressed every inch of my torso as he brought the hoodie, that I was wearing without a shirt, over my head.

If that wasn’t already sensation overload, then his lips kissing a trail up from my navel definitely would be.

“So fucking beautiful.” He was so careful, lips grazing over every bruise so lightly that I barely felt it.

It still had me seeing stars in all the best ways, the sensations shooting down my belly and all the way into my toes.

“Fuck, this body. Every single one of these scars shows that you’re a fighter. A fucking survivor, baby boy.”

Normally, I’d hate this. Hate all the praise he was lavishing me with. But today, I embraced it. I needed it.

“Daddy. Nicky. Please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, just that I needed more.

“I got you, sweetheart. Relax and let me take care of you.” Dominic made his way back down, taking a detour over my nipples. His fingers tickled the nubs before caressing over them. My back arched on its own.

Dominic’s grin was feral. “Oh, you like that. Are your nipples sensitive?”

“Y-yes.”

“Let’s see how sensitive they are.” His mouth was on the left one before his words registered and I screamed.

Like, fucking screamed. I’d normally be self-conscious because of the damage there, but Nicky had a way that made me feel comfortable about myself, scars and all.

I thought the scar tissue might make it numb, but it was the opposite. Every sensation was . . . enhanced.

My fingers curled in Dominic’s hair. I felt a clump of blood but didn’t care.

I couldn’t care about anything but his tongue as it ran circles around the nub and his teeth as they added a bite of amazing pain.

He didn’t neglect my other nipple either.

No, his hand was busy, and I couldn’t decide which one was better.

“Daddy!”

Dominic met my eyes, the glint in his dangerous. I could get lost in those. Make promises I had no business making. I could start thinking about forever if I looked into those eyes for too long.

Dominic switched, his mouth going to the other nipple, and I was pretty sure I was going to die from this slow, pleasure-induced torture.

Torture. I laughed out loud.

Dominic looked up, his lips twisted in amusement.

“What’s so funny?”

I snorted. “I was thinking that you were torturing me with pleasure, and then I thought about how you literally just tortured a man, and—” I began laughing again, unable to finish my thought.

Dominic pinched my overly sensitive nipple, his own eyes alight with humor.

“You think I’m torturing you with pleasure now? You ain’t seen nothing yet, beautiful. Torture is my specialty.”

He kissed me then, sucking out the last brain cell I had keeping me coherent.

Nicky. Nicky. Nicky.

He was all-consuming. He was everywhere. My life was still chaos, everything was still shit, but in this moment, none of that mattered. Worry about real-life things was so far from my mind when Nicky was fucking my mouth with his tongue. I tugged on his hair, bringing him closer.

Dominic eventually pulled away, and I loosened my grip to allow him to move. He started to trail another set of kisses back down my torso, until he reached the waistband of the sweats I was wearing.

“Can I take these off?” He sounded almost reverent.

“Yeah.”

I started to lift my butt up, but Dominic clucked his tongue at me. “Relax, baby. I got it.”

I melted into the bed and let my eyes drift closed.

Dominic was just as cautious with my sweats, cursing under his breath when he saw I wasn’t wearing underwear. It was probably silly, but I hadn’t wanted to wear them because I knew how much Dominic liked it.

“You too,” I reminded him. It didn’t bother me as much with Dominic, the idea of him being clothed while I wasn’t. But I also wanted to see him. To take in his sexy body at least this once.

Grinning, Dominic climbed to his feet and quickly stripped, discarding his bloody clothes in a pile off to the side.

He looked even more feral like that: his hairy, tattoo-covered chest and arms, hands and forearms stained with dark blood, his dark eyes standing out from the splatter all over his face.

He called me beautiful, but clearly Nicky hadn’t spent a lot of time in front of a mirror.

He climbed back up on the bed and licked a stripe up my thigh before nipping and sucking higher up. My fingers curled in the sheets and my body arched. How could such a simple touch feel so good?

Dominic began caressing my thighs with his thumbs. They got higher and higher, and then he was bending my knees, exposing even more of me to him. His thumb moved along my taint and I fucking shivered.

“I-I don’t know if I’ll get hard,” I reminded him, desperately trying to stay out of my head .

“That’s okay, sweetheart. As long as you feel good, that’s what matters. If anything doesn’t feel right, let me know. Got it?”

“Yes, Daddy. I will. Th—” My voice cracked as he kept massaging my taint and then up to my balls. “That feels good.”

He kissed the inside of my thigh, then up farther. “So fucking perfect, baby boy. Fuck.”

Dominic met my eyes. “I’m going to try something. If it causes you pain or you need me to stop, tell me or tug my hair.”