Page 46 of Murder & Mayhem (Bloody Desires #9)

I activated the video call, and soon Bailey’s face filled my screen.

He was on his bed in his room in the big house we all shared.

The camera was focused mostly on him, but I could see a flash of dark skin lying next to him.

Mekhai. I didn’t know what their deal was.

Bailey swore they were only friends . . .

but I had my doubts. Mekhai basically lived with us at this point.

They went to college together, worked at the same center for homeless LBGTQ+ youth, shared a bed, a car, their food and drinks.

Honestly, they were more codependent than Nicky and I were, and that was saying something. But sure, just friends.

Didn’t matter now. “Hey, Bails, I got a surprise for you.”

His eyes widened and he partially sat up. Next to him, Mekhai shifted, ready to be there for his best friend. I flipped the camera so he could see Slash. “Holy motherfucking shit. Fucking finally!” I grinned.

Slash’s body crashed to the floor after Nicky cut it down. It wasn’t the worst I’d seen, but it would be hard for them to identify her. I stepped over the corpse and crashed into Nicky’s arms, who caught me easily.

I never killed any of them. I never even participated.

I watched. I didn’t know why it felt so cathartic to me, but seeing the life drain out of the eyes of the people who haunted my nightmares had been healing for me in ways that all my time in therapy never had been. Don’t tell my therapist though.

Nicky cupped my face with bloody hands, his tongue immediately pushing in my willing mouth. He was always so fucking dominant after a kill and I loved it. I immediately yielded to him, letting him fuck my mouth the way he wanted.

“Fuck, baby boy. I need you.”

I nodded, rubbing against his body. “I-I need you too. Please, Daddy.”

Daddy’s intense gaze bored into me and I was squirming, desperate for more.

“Clothes off, sweetheart.”

I didn’t need to be told twice, tossing my shirt over my head. It landed on top of Slash’s cut-up body, but I didn’t care. Pants next. I wasn’t wearing underwear, since Daddy loved that so much, and soon I was naked in front of him.

Big hands slid under my ass, cupping my upper thighs.

I wrapped my arms around Nicky’s neck, and he picked me up, bringing me over to the table full of weapons and tools he’d used on Slash.

Holding me with one arm, he brushed it all off with the other, the sound of clanging metal nearly deafening in the small space.

He dropped me on my back on the table before the last piece had stopped rattling.

Then he was on top of me, his mouth ravishing mine.

The table groaned with our combined weight, and I had a brief moment of worry that it wouldn’t hold, but then Daddy’s teeth took hold of my nipple and I had no more thoughts.

“So beautiful. Love you, baby boy. Love how lucky I am to call you mine.”

I shivered before slipping my hands down the back of Dominic’s pants, feeling his bare ass.

I wasn’t as triggered by him being clothed while I was naked anymore. I trusted Dominic. When I looked at him, I didn’t see any of the hell from my past. I only saw Nicky, the man who’d saved me. My Daddy. My finger grazed along his dry hole, and he hissed.

Even after all this time, we rarely did any anal play. I’d learned over time that I was likely a side, meaning I didn’t like or want penetration. Whether I’d have always been like that or it had been trauma induced, I had no idea. It was just the way I was. Nicky never minded though.

We’d tried once for me to top Dominic, and it hadn’t gone well.

I still couldn’t stay hard most of the time, and the strap-on only made me feel awkward.

So, we never played like that. It was okay, as there were plenty of other things we could do.

Though, I would say my Daddy did like a finger in his hole when he was getting his cock sucked.

“Daddy, please tell me you have lube. Please, please, please. I want you to fuck my thighs.”

Growling, Daddy sucked a bruise on my neck.

“My needy, horny boy. Of fucking course I have lube.”

“Best Daddy ever.”

Nicky laughed and dug the packet out of his pants, tossing it on the table beside us. Then it was a slow race to undress him. We kept getting distracted with kisses and him teasing my nipples.

Finally, he was naked. My hands traced patterns over his tattoos. They still mesmerized me after all this time.

“Love your tattoos, Daddy. I want to lick them.”

He tugged on my hair, moaning obscenely.

“Lick them, baby boy. I want to feel your tongue all over my body.”

Yes, fucking please. I started on his peck, tracing the designs with my tongue, down over his nipple and then down his abs. That was when Nicky lost control and I was being flipped onto my stomach.

“Gonna fuck these thighs now, beautiful.”

I held onto the edge of the table for purchase. My toes barely reached the floor, so all I could do was hang there. Dominic tore open the lube, and the slick sounds of him coating his dick were so obscene, I started to hump the table in desperation .

“Close your legs.”

I obeyed, and Dominic slid in, right below my ass. I tightened my hold as best as I could to give him all the friction he needed. Nicky’s fingers dug into my hips and he lowered himself so he was mostly lying on top of me. I winced when the table groaned again.

Nicky either didn’t hear or didn’t care because he began thrusting. “Daddy!” I cried out.

“You’re so good for me. Holding these thighs nice and tight, giving me a perfect place to get off.”

“Ungh.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head. It amazed me how good I felt when Dominic fucked me like this. It probably shouldn’t, but knowing we’d found a way to still give him this without anal, it gave me more pleasure than him actually fucking me ever would.

“Gonna come, baby. Gonna soak your thighs.”

“Face, Daddy. Come on my face.”

“Fuck.”

Dominic pulled back and spun me to face him. I fell to my knees on the hard floor in front of him. It was another thing I’d overcome. I loved kneeling for my Daddy. He was jerking his dick, head thrown back, eyes closed.

“Tongue out, Jamie.”

I did as he said, and then seconds later his release landed, warm and sticky, on my tongue and face. I didn’t move, just waited until he was done, happily taking in every bit of his seed I could.

I loved taking Dominic’s load like this. I felt owned in all the best ways, and when he knelt in front of me, cupping my face and kissing me like I was the most important thing in his world, it only upped that feeling.

I was light, at peace. Nicky cleaned me up and we left hand in hand. I didn’t look back at the body. She meant less than nothing to me now.

My future was ahead of me. Dominic. His brothers. Bailey. Mekhai. Even the guys of Il Fortunato had all become family to me. For the first time, I had something to look forward to, a life I truly lived and not just survived.

I couldn’t wait.

The End