VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 34[🔞+]

VEGAS POV

The silence in the room is deafening. pete is still clinging to my back as we stare at the body hanging from my ceiling, brain and splintered bone covering the end of my drill, blood and gunk pouring from the large hole in Jake's head.

Witnessing Pete's reaction to Jake cleared up a lot of questions I had. It certainly explains Pete's erratic behavior changes. He folded in on himself.

To say I didn't like it is an understatement. I have accepted that this thing between us won't be going away any time soon. He is part of my blood now and the thought of anyone touching him makes me want to tear someone's throat out and lock Pete in my room for my access only.

This is not how I expected this to go, though. I thought we would spend hours down here, ripping Jake apart piece by piece, but the more the fucker opened his mouth, the less right it began to feel.

Jake's been given enough of everyone's time and attention. I'll bet that seeing Pete with me, so strong and committed, was the worst torture for Jake. He loved control, loved affecting Pete in any way possible, as long as he had a reaction.

The mood shifts. I expected a crying and emotional Pete. Not him rubbing his hard dick on me and licking the back of my neck. He is a horny little shit.

Pete moves his hands, and grips my ass in a tight hold, making my dick perk up. "Can we go now, Vegas? You've teased me enough. I want to eat your ass."

He starts to massage my cheeks and the kisses on my neck make me shiver.

"You are the only person who thinks torturing people is foreplay, doe. But I'm down." I drop the drill onto the floor, and we leave without bothering to look back at the carnage in our wake. It's finally fucking done and I haven't felt this much like myself since all this Santini shit started.

Leaving the pen, I see Jules, who is talking quietly to Kai. I didn't like his little display earlier, trying to question me, especially in front of others. I will not let it fly.

"You can start clean up, we are done for the day. But Jules, tomorrow we are going to talk about your little outburst earlier," I say.

"I figured," he says, resigned to what he knew would happen. Kai looks like he wants to say something, but he must see something on my face that warns him to keep his mouth shut.

"Let's get this shit washed off," I say to Pete as we walk through the house to my room. The house is very still, like some curse has been lifted and given us life again. Kinn is nowhere to be seen, no doubt fucking his husband. Blood to him is like viagra.

We remain quiet as we wash down in the steamy shower, scrubbing off the blood and sweat. Pete watches the carnage wash down the drain. He looks up at me under those long lashes, his big brown eyes dilated, nothing but sex is written in his expression. "I want my reward now."

"Reward? Why, did you do something?'' I smirk.

I get a scowl in return. He's like a feral kitten when he looks like that, as if he is about to use his claws to scratch the shit out of me.

"Yes. I got you Jake and the boys. Now I want to eat your ass."

"You didn't get me Jake and the boys, you got kidnapped and I found you. That's totally different."

"Hands on the fucking wall, Vegas, before I stab you."

"Kinky fucker,'' I say as I turn around and put my hands against the shower tiles and part my legs. I've never done foreplay, always eager to get to the act. I expect Pete to take his time, but no. With unnerving speed, I feel his thick tongue push forward into my hole while he holds my cheeks apart.