VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 12[🔞+]

PETE POV

What a stupid question, but the way he holds me so firmly around my neck and bores those evil green eyes into mine, I bet he can read all my secrets and desires. My body quakes. For a brief moment, I fantasize about Vegas tying up Jake and Tommy. His large naked torso covered in their blood, hurting them so badly that their cries sound like tortured animals in the night. Vegas watching me as he works while I jerk myself off, bathing in his savage presence. Oh hell, yeah.

“Yes, when it's you.”

His painful grip on the back of my head shoots pain down my neck, but I don’t care. I’ll take it if it means having him this close to me.

His other hand grips my throat and tightens. His eyes glint with excitement. I have no idea how to flirt, and it's hard to date when you’re someone like me with a psycho stepbrother keeping tabs on you, but I don't have an issue telling the truth.

I want to say more, but the longer he holds me, the more malleable I become. You would think my heart would be racing with anticipation, but it steadies its rhythm. Vegas calms my storm while creating a tornado of need. I’ve always dreamed of being owned by someone like Vegas.

“You are trouble, aren't you? Are you that desperate for me, doe? Desperate for a dicking … is that it?” He chuckles.

I love the sound. It promises depravity, it promises passion, and it promises the darkest depth of hidden hungers that I want to inhale quickly before they disappear. It’s so fucking freeing not to pretend.

He leans in and bites the lobe of my ear followed by a lick. Oh shit, I think I might die. All other feelings have been overridden by his sensual touch. That lick sends hums of electricity across my sensitive flesh, prickling my ear when he moves away. My dick is so hard and eager to leave my pants right now, if only it had a mind of its own and could pull my zipper down itself.

He pulls back, settling his hard eyes on me. “You want me to fuck you hard? Because I will, and it will hurt. Can you take it?” He rubs his nose up and down my neck, inhaling me, igniting thousands of goosebumps over my skin all the way down to my balls.

My head is in a lustful daze. It’s everything I wanted. I give an eager nod. “Yes, whatever you want.”

“You give yourself too easily, doe, but I'll take it and I won't stop.”

“I don't want you to stop.”

Vegas freezes, and I’m not sure why I said it out loud. It's true but something passes over Vegas’s face, and I'm not sure what it is. Have I made him uncomfortable? I want to take it back for fear that he might pull away.

“Let’s be clear, Pete, I will stop. I don’t fuck twice, and I don’t do relationships or feelings. If you are looking for that you should leave and forget about this.”

My mind is warring between getting what I crave, which is Vegas over the top of me, or not getting the full package of what I want, which is for Vegas to own all of me. But I can't say no. I need to feel it, if only once.

“Okay,” I mutter before he pushes me down to my knees.

“I haven’t got time to fuck, but you can hold me over until later. I’m all riled up. Open that sexy mouth as wide as you can, doe,” he demands.

I make a mental note to ask him later why he calls me doe. Not that I have an issue with it, I love that he has a name for me, but I wanna know why.

I stare up at him as he undoes his belt and I’m so hyper with need, it's hard to keep still. He pulls his pants down enough to reveal the most monster-sized cock I have ever seen. Oh shit, a pierced monster cock. I admire the shiny barbell that glints in the light. I'm not sure half of his dick will fit in my mouth, and that's just the length, it’s girthy too, but his scent is all masculine and heady, making me float like a drugged up needy whore.