Chapter 46

The scent of blood and death still clung to my skin, a macabre perfume that served as a reminder of the justice I had dispensed. The rat’s fear had been exquisite, a symphony of terror that had fueled my dark desires. But now, as I stood under the scalding spray of the funeral home’s shower, I found myself thinking of Pietro.

I had taken a ring from the rat’s finger, a trophy to add to my collection, but it was the second piece of jewelry that had my heart pounding in anticipation. The band was plain, lacking any distinctive features, yet it represented something far more valuable—a physical embodiment of my devotion to Pietro.

Once I was satisfied that the stench of death had been washed from my skin, I dressed quickly, and left the funeral home behind. The engine of my car roared to life as I navigated the city streets with a singular purpose in mind.

Pietro was at his usual office in the fight club. I could feel the vibrations of the ongoing match as I made my way through the building, the sounds of fists hitting flesh and the roar of the crowd serving as a backdrop to my mission.

I entered Pietro’s office without knocking, the door shutting behind me with a decisive click as I turned the lock. Pietro looked up from his desk, his dark eyes flickering with curiosity as he greeted me. But I didn’t have time for pleasantries. I was a man possessed, driven by a need that was as primal as it was urgent.

I approached him with a predator’s grace, my steps silent on the carpeted floor. I placed the ring on his desk with a gentleness that conflicted with the storm raging within me. Pietro’s gaze dropped to the jewelry, confusion etched on his features as he reached out to pick it up.

Before he could voice the question that was no doubt on his lips, I closed the distance between us, my hand gripping the back of his neck as I pulled him into a kiss that was as brutal as it was passionate. Pietro responded with a hunger that matched my own, his lips parting to allow my tongue to sweep inside and claim the sweetness that lay within.

I was hard, my cock straining against the confines of my pants as I explored the contours of Pietro’s mouth. I could taste the faint hint of coffee on his tongue, a flavor that was as intoxicating as the scent of dark chocolate that clung to his skin.

My hands were everywhere, tearing at Pietro’s clothes with a desperation that bordered on madness. I needed to see him, to touch him, to mark him as mine in the most primal way possible. Pietro’s shirt ripped under my onslaught, the buttons popping off and scattering across the floor like pearls before swine.

I pushed him back onto his desk, the papers that had been meticulously organized now nothing more than a snowstorm of white. Pietro’s chest heaved with each ragged breath, his muscles flexing beneath his golden skin.

I dropped to my knees, my hands spreading Pietro’s thighs apart as I moved between them. I took his cock in my hand, the heat of him burning into my palm. I looked up at him, our gazes locking as I took him into my mouth.

Pietro’s taste was as heady as his scent, a potent blend of dark chocolate and musk that had my own cock leaking in response. I worked him with my lips and tongue, my fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind his balls before delving into the tight heat of his ass.

The room was enveloped in Pietro’s moans, each sound a delightful melody that urged me to continue. His hands fisted in my hair, pulling me closer as he bucked his hips in time with my movements. I could feel the telltale tremors in his body, the tension that signaled his impending release.

I wanted to make him come, to wring every last drop of pleasure from his body. But more than that, I wanted to claim him, to fuck him until there was no denying he was mine.

I could feel Pietro’s body yield to my touch, his need as desperate as my own. My fingers glided easily now, slick with his arousal, and I knew he was ready for me. I withdrew my fingers slowly, savoring the sound of his whimper at the loss, but it was quickly replaced by a gasp as I stood up between his spread thighs and positioned myself at his entrance.

With one hand gripping his hip, I used the other to guide my cock to his waiting hole. I didn’t give him time to prepare; I just slammed myself in, burying myself to the hilt in one swift motion. Pietro’s body arched off the desk, a scream ripping from his throat as he clutched at my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt.

The feeling of being inside him was exquisite, a tight, velvet heat that threatened to undo me with every pulse and clench of his muscles. I couldn’t get enough of him. I needed more, needed to possess him completely, to make him feel every inch of my cock as I took him.

I claimed his mouth with the same intensity, my tongue plundering his depths as I began to move inside him. Our kiss was a frenzy of lips and teeth and tongue, a clash of desire that left us both breathless. I could taste his moans, feel the vibrations against my lips as I fucked him with reckless abandon.

I shifted my angle, seeking out that sweet spot inside him that would drive him wild. The moment I found it, Pietro’s body stiffened, a cry of pleasure escaping him as I hit his prostate full on. I didn’t let up, reveling in the way his body responded to mine, the way his eyes glazed over with need and desire.

“You’re mine, Pietro,” I growled against his lips, punctuating each word with a hard, deliberate thrust. “Say it.”

“Yours,” Pietro gasped, his voice raw and hoarse with pleasure. “I’m yours, Harlen.”

Hearing those words from his lips only spurred me on, and I snapped my hips forward with increased fervor, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the room. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, a familiar tingle that heralded my impending release, but I wasn’t ready for this to end just yet. I needed him to come first.

I reached between us, wrapping my hand around Pietro’s cock, which was hard and leaking against his stomach. I stroked him in time with my thrusts, feeling the way his body coiled tighter and tighter with each rough caress.

“Come for me, Pietro,” I demanded, my voice little more than a growl. “Milk my cock with that gorgeous ass of yours.”

His climax hit him hard, his back bowing off the desk as hot, sticky ropes of cum spurted from his cock, coating my hand and his stomach. The sensation of him tightening around me was too much to bear, and with a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep inside him and let go, my own release pulsing through me in waves as I filled him with my cum.

As the last of our orgasms subsided, I collapsed on top of him, our bodies slick with sweat and come, our breathing ragged and labored. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a wild, frantic rhythm that matched my own as our combined scents of hazelnut and dark chocolate surged and mixed together as they filled the room.

Slowly, I withdrew from him, watching as my softening cock slipped free from his well-fucked ass. I tucked myself back into my pants, then I knelt between Pietro’s splayed thighs, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. My cum leaked from his well-used hole, and I couldn’t resist the sight, the scent of our mingled releases. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste the heady mix.

The flavor of Pietro’s ass, combined with my own essence, was intoxicating. It was dirty, depraved, and utterly fucking perfect. I lapped at him hungrily, my tongue delving into his hole to scoop up every drop of our combined fluids. Pietro moaned beneath me, his body shuddering as I feasted upon him with a fervor that bordered on obsessiveness.

I could have spent hours with my face buried in his ass, but there was another task that demanded my attention. Pietro’s cock, still hard and glistening with the remnants of his release, lay against his stomach. I moved up his body, my lips leaving a wet trail as I made my way to his throbbing member.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh as I tasted the sweetness of his cum. Pietro’s hips bucked beneath me, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as I took him deeper into my mouth. I worked him with expert precision, my hand stroking his shaft in tandem with my mouth, my tongue teasing the underside of his cock with each pass.

Pietro’s body tensed, his fingers tangling in my hair as I brought him to the brink once more. His climax was sudden and fierce, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he filled my throat with his hot, sticky release. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him, the feel of his body writhing beneath me as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

When the last of his shudders had subsided, I released his cock from my mouth with a satisfied hum. I licked my lips, cleaning away any stray droplets of cum that had escaped me, before crawling up his body to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

When I pulled away, I nuzzled into the side of his neck. Placing a gentle kiss against his pulse point as I whispered the words that had become my truth.

“You’re mine, Pietro. Forever.”