Guns n' Boys: Homicidal Instinct (Book 2) (gay dark mafia erotic romance) (28 page)

Dom licked along his
bottom lip, reminding Seth of how proficient he was at blow jobs. Then again,
there wasn’t a single thing Dom didn’t do well in bed. When that wonderful cock
breached Seth, it was like sinking into a fire pit, only the burn was anything
but pain.

Seth gripped the side of
Dom’s body, and his own dick twitched from all the arousal. “Oh, God, yeah,
push it in,” he moaned, closing his eyes, completely focused on the cockhead
stretching his ass.

Dom arched his hips,
pushing his chest forward, and bit Seth’s chin. “Look at me,” hissed Domenico,
and only then did Seth realize he’d closed his eyes. He quickly followed the
order, to find Dom devouring him with his gaze. It was time to fulfill all of
Dom’s requests.

Seth pushed back on
Dom’s slippery cock with a low moan. The girth of that thing of beauty made him
shiver. It would feel silly to say it out loud, but it truly felt as though they
were connecting on another level of understanding. Body, mind, and soul. When
they fucked, the borders between them blurred. Seth stirred his hips, panting
as he settled lower and pushed the whole length inside of himself.

Dom fell back on the
pillows, panting hard, but his hand stayed on Seth’s cock, gently tugging on
it, and Seth soon followed its rhythm as he sank and pushed himself up so that
just the cockhead remained in his stretched hole. Up and down. Up and down.
There was a burn in Seth’s thighs, but it would never stop him from being with
Dom this way. Despite the embarrassment, despite doubting he should be doing
this, the lusty smile on Domenico’s lips was worth it all.

“You like what you see?”
Seth dared, slamming down on the dick again, speeding up as Dom jerked him off
faster. The slapping of skin against skin, the stiffness of that cock inside of
him… He couldn’t care less about the light from the fridge anymore. At least he
got a good view on Dom’s solid body. On the ripped stomach dusted with hair and
the hard, dark nipples.

Domenico groaned,
circling the tip of Seth’s cock with his thumb in a way that made Seth hear
choirs of angels. “You’re beautiful. I can see every muscle on you. You already
smell of me.”

Seth rocked on top of Dom
with increasing intensity, and straightened his back to show off his whole
body. “I want to smell of you every day.” He made circular movements over Dom’s
cock once he had all of it in him again. He smiled when Domenico’s eyes rolled
back, and he relaxed into the pillows, letting go of Seth’s cock and feeling up
his thighs instead.

“Oh, fuck... you really
are a gay cowboy,” he said with a wide grin. “That’s how they called you
online.”

“No! I’m a meme?” Seth
stopped moving, giving Dom a confused look, but he didn’t get much time to
slack, as Dom grabbed his midsection and rolled them over so Seth ended up with
his back on the pillows, speared by Dom’s cock.

“A what?” whispered
Domenico before tracing Seth’s open lips with his tongue.

Seth gasped. “This sort
of… Internet joke.” But with his legs up on Dom’s shoulders and his asshole
throbbing around Dom’s dick, being a meme wasn’t all that important. It wasn’t
like he could ever appear in the media again.

Domenico pushed himself
up, folding Seth in half as he thrust his cock in as deep as it would go. He
looked perfect with his black hair hanging all around, like an irregular frame
for his face. “Nobody made it a joke.”

The touch of Dom’s balls
on his skin made Seth shiver, and his hands moved to Dom’s hard chest on their
own. “No? They all wanted to fuck me?” Seth hissed, locking his gaze with
Dom’s.

Domenico’s eyes narrowed
as he made a sudden and very hard thrust with his hips, eyes never leaving
Seth’s face. “Who wouldn’t want to fuck you? Men, women... maybe even the
straights.”

Seth yelped at the sting
of pain that only accompanied more pleasure. “Yeah? You think I have the power
to confuse people?” He pulled on Dom’s hair to get him closer for another kiss.
Being under Dom had him sweating from all the arousal and exertion. His cock
was already dripping precome all over his stomach from the milking Domenico
provided.

Domenico took a sharp
breath against Seth’s lips and gently circled his hips, roughly petting Seth
all over, every bit of skin. “You have the power to crush my heart, so how
could anyone else resist you?” Dom asked, drilling his intense gaze into Seth.

It had to be true if a
man like Domenico, a man of such power, lost his head and left his life behind
for Seth. Maybe it was vain, but Seth reached to his dick with a smile. He was
the fucking best, and had an amazing man with a hot, stiff cock on top of him.
He started jerking off as his mind jumped from one source of happiness to
another.

Domenico smiled at him,
but despite the bliss on his face, his body stiffened, and the thrusts of his hips
became quicker, sharper. It was like being stung with poison that made you fly
high. Dom kept his lips on Seth’s face, kissing or holding on with his teeth as
lust carried them further and further down the road.

Seth was the first to
reach the finish line, and when he did, he bit into Domenico’s lip so hard he
sensed the coppery taste of blood along with the scent of his own come. He
could feel some of the droplets of spunk landing on his chin and chest. His
whole body shivered, throbbed, and was more alive than ever. Each forceful
thrust came with a burn that only fueled his excitement. Through the haze of
sudden sleepiness he watched Domenico move over him, sleek and beautiful even
with a trickle of blood dribbling down his chin. He was one wild beast, but
when he came all he wanted to do was kiss Seth with the ferocity of a madman.

Seth grabbed Dom’s hair,
holding him close and letting Dom pump him full of come. Fuck, he loved it.
Every single drop. He curled his toes and closed his eyes, focusing on the heat
between them, on the coppery sweetness of Dom’s lips, and the intensified
throbbing of his dick. If Seth ever got a vibrator, it would be a throbbing
one. Of course he never would,
but
.

Domenico rolled off,
taking Seth with him so they lay side by side, two sweaty bodies with limbs
tangled into an impossible heap. Dom grinned and laid the side of his nose
against Seth’s. “Mine.”

“Well, you saved me, now
you have to keep me.” Seth nuzzled him gently. It was as if Dom’s memories
never disappeared. When they got together in bed, the pure carnality of it
transcended the mind. Even if Dom didn’t remember Seth, his body definitely
did.

Domenico’s shrinking
cock withdrew from Seth’s hole, and he relaxed in Seth’s arms as both their
heartbeats slowly returned to normal. There was nothing better than those quiet
moments right after sex, when blood was still rushing, but the mind already
relaxed. There was a closeness in that peace Seth never experienced before
Domenico.

Dom chuckled. “Stray
puppy.”

Seth laughed and lapped
at his cheek. “I need a lot of attention or I break things.”

Domenico reached out to
play with the shell of Seth’s ear. “You have all my attention. It’s undivided
now.”

“I just need to share
you with your mom, momma’s boy.” Seth leaned to the touch.

Domenico’s face went
slack, even though Seth was certain he’d told him about her already.

“Tell me more about
her.”

Chapter 19

Domenico felt like shit.
He couldn’t help that the amnesia had taken all the memories of his own mother,
but he still had a hard time listening to someone else tell him about her. It
was sparse information too, as Seth had never really talked to her.

She was a beautiful,
tall woman, whom Domenico apparently adored. Seth went on about Domenico never
shutting up about her cooking skills and sweet temper. And yet neither of them
knew her face. While Domenico eloped to be with his lover, he had left her
alone, to be eaten by the Family vultures. What if she had been tortured? What
if she lost her home over this? What kind of man was he that he hadn’t even
made an attempt to contact her?

Seth passed Dom a piece
of paper with a phone number, and turned around in the chair. They spent a good
twenty minutes on the Internet, and managed to find her landline. “I’m sure
she’s all right. Family women don’t get involved in business, so they’d assume
she doesn’t know what’s going on with you.”

Domenico swallowed and
looked at the number. Once again something poked at the back of his mind
without actually slipping into his consciousness. There was a chance he’d never
remember her face again, but the least he could do was say good-bye. His eyes
settled on Seth, whose gaze glinted in the cool glow of the ancient computer
monitor the size of a crouching dog.

“Stay?”

Seth nodded. “Take your
time.” He reached out and kissed the side of Dom’s hand. “I love you.”

Domenico exhaled,
staring at the old-school Nokia cell phone. One by one he pressed the numbers,
but pushing the call button was the hardest, and he let his finger hover over
the phone before jumping off that cliff. The fall seemed to last forever, each
ring in the phone making his heart plummet quicker.

But there it was. A
voice on the other end of the line. “Hello?” in an Italian accent so familiar
Dom could close his eyes and consider himself home. He opened his mouth, eager
to say something, but now that he didn’t
know
her, no words came. Seth
squeezed his hand.

“Who is this?” the woman
on the other side of the line asked, and only then Domenico found his voice.

“It’s me, Mother,” he
whispered, slouching against the backrest of the sofa. This was unreal.

“Domenico… My Mimmo.
What’s happening to you? Where are you? Are you safe?” she asked in a trembling
voice, which made him picture tears streaking down her cheeks even though he
didn’t know her face. It was hard to listen to it, but one look at the watch
told him he should be getting down to business.

“I’m fine, Mother, but
don’t expect me next Christmas,” he said, attempting a joke, but even his own
face stiffened with the effort to smile.

“Domenico, at least tell
me you’re safe. I need to know you’re safe,” she uttered.

“I am. I am also happy,”
he whispered, gently squeezing Seth’s hand. It was all the comfort he needed.
Seth was there, and they shared the same level of commitment.

“Did you… Domenico, what
did you do?”

Dom’s heartbeat got
faster and faster as he listened to her soft breath. “We’ll probably never meet
again, so I owe you the truth.”

A sob on the other side
of the line told him that he was twisting the knife that he had already stabbed
into her heart. He closed his eyes, focusing on the warmth streaming from the
hand holding his. This feeling could fuel him to keep going forever.

“I love Seth Villani. I
am going to stay with him.”

The silence in the
receiver made his stomach clench. “I… don’t understand.”

Domenico chewed on his
lip and squeezed the thick phone. This was much more draining than the day’s
walk. “I know, but that’s how it is,” he muttered, looking at the watch. He
needed to finish soon.

“So he’s alive… Domenico,
I need to tell you something important.”

Dom swallowed, closing
his eyes. He wanted to remember her voice. “Yes?”

“Seth is not your
brother. Please don’t hate me for it, but I had my reasons to lie.”

Domenico opened his
eyes, shocked. Slowly, he looked at Seth, who stared at him with all the
patience in the world.

“Then who...?”

“It was Luigi Tassa, he
is your real father, Domenico. He was supposed to stay away, but took care of
you later anyway. He loves you, he couldn’t stay away from his son.”

Domenico took a deep
breath, gesturing for the pen. His face flushed with heat, as his life was
turned around yet again. All this time Seth had been telling him they were sons
of the mafia don, Dino Villani, and what now? Seth quickly handed Dom a
notebook.

“He couldn’t have given
you what Dino could. I know he was never affectionate, but he kept you close
for the Family. You were a part of it.”

Domenico frantically
scribbled the name of his father on the piece of paper and exhaled. “It’s all
right, Mother. I understand,” he said, even though he did not. Not in the
least.

“I’m sorry for this,
Domenico. I never thought it would be this way. I don’t really… it’s too much
for me. Please be safe. You don’t have any obligation to the Villanis.”

Domenico shook his head.
“Good-bye. Please, leave Sicily and be safe,” he said before ending the call.
The phone slipped out of his and fell to the floor as he pulled his hand out of
Seth’s and cradled his own head in his hands.

“Domenico…? What did she
say?” Seth got up and quickly gave him a hug. The warm fleece pajamas he stole
from the house owners had a soothing, fresh scent.

Dom shook his head,
trying to reorganize his brain, but it was a futile effort without enough
information. He pushed the piece of paper at Seth again. “Who’s this man?” he
demanded.

Seth swallowed and
gently kissed his temple. “He was a mafioso from our family. He taught you all
sorts of stuff from a young age.”

Domenico nodded, and he
couldn’t help his lips crooking up. So he did have a father who took an
interest in him. “So he’s still in Sicily?”

Seth cupped Dom’s
cheeks, forcing Dom to look into Seth’s eyes. “Dom, you killed him back in New
York.”

It was like a stab in
the gut, and Domenico slapped Seth’s hand away, jumping to his feet. All of a
sudden every single object in sight had a sharp edge, a blade that could slice
into his flesh at any moment. “No...”

Seth took a step back
with his hands raised. “He tried to kill me… What did your mother tell you?”

Domenico turned around
and raised his hands toward Seth. “My father. I killed my father,” he uttered
and faced away from him with his heart in knots.

“What?” Seth asked
breathlessly and for that short moment Domenico hated him for the hope
communicated in that one word. He was probably only interested in knowing that
he wasn’t actually fucking his brother.

The pressure building up
deep in Domenico’s body made his blood boil, and he grabbed the back of a tall
bookshelf and pulled it forward. It vomited books as it fell, blocking the
door. Domenico stopped breathing the moment his inhale turned into a wheeze.

“Tassa was your father?”
Seth asked from up close, but with the blood thudding in Dom’s ears, it felt
like hearing it from under water. “I’m so sorry, Domenico…”

Dom pulled away from him
and cooled his forehead on the naked wall. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

He hadn’t ever been
acknowledged. He’d never addressed anyone
Father
.

“You got an order to
kill me… He was checking if you did,” Seth whispered.

Dom squeezed his hands
into fists so hard his joints hurt as he slammed the wall. His body was going
into some weird shutdown. “Fuck!”

“It all happened so
fast.” Seth said from farther away.

Domenico turned around
and sank to the floor with his back against the wall. He didn’t know how to
respond. He didn’t remember his father, but having lost him this way, without
even knowing they were related made him nauseated. “How did he die?”

The scowl on Seth’s face
told Dom that it had to have been ugly. Seth took a step back. “He… Dom, maybe
it’s better to just leave it, huh?”

Domenico rushed to his
feet and yanked on the front of Seth’s shirt, fueled by the fire pit in his
chest. “How. Did. He. Die?” he yelled, pushing Seth against the wall.

Seth didn’t fight back,
cowering slightly. “He tried to sway you so you wouldn’t leave the Family.”
Seth didn’t look up at Dom. “He tried to shoot me, you shot his hand and then
smashed his head in with your gun. You said I was yours and that you wouldn’t
let go...” The last words were barely a whisper.

Domenico froze, staring
at the curled shoulders, at the closed eyes slightly above him, and he slowly
sank into Seth’s chest. A deep sense of sadness settled on his shoulders, but
this much was true. Seth
was
his. That was the last thing he could count
on unconditionally. Seth didn’t let him down in the things that mattered.

“Sorry.”

“He didn’t give you a
choice, Dom.” Seth’s hot arms closed around Domenico. “You didn’t want to do
it…”

Dom nodded, relaxing
into Seth’s warmth. “I know, but I did it for you,” he muttered, pressing hard,
closed-lipped kisses to the side of Seth’s face.

“You did. You chose me,
and I will always be yours.” He went silent for a long moment. “It means we’re
not brothers. Destiny?” Seth hugged Dom tighter.

Domenico groaned. “Don’t
be stupid,” he muttered but didn’t let go. He couldn’t be mourning now when
they needed to keep close and flee south. They would go early in the morning
after cleaning the house. If they left the door wide open someone should check
on the elderly couple he had locked in the basement for the night.

“I just… Sometimes I
felt like a deviant. Like there’s something really wrong with me.”

Domenico sighed and
nuzzled Seth’s neck as he went on, “‘Cause the moment I saw you as an adult, it
was like this unstoppable wave of lust. I was on a leash of your cologne, I
wanted you to touch me, I wanted to fuck before you even said a word.”

Domenico snorted. With
Seth he could leave most worries behind. That was how absorbing his man was.
“That does sound like you.”

Dom felt Seth smile against
his cheek. “Why? ‘Cause I’m horny as fuck?”

“And all over the
place.” Domenico slid his hands down Seth’s arms and grasped his fingers,
gently massaging the flesh.

“You keep me in one
piece.” Seth smiled, looking into his eyes.

Domenico exhaled and
slid his thumb across Seth’s chin. “Same here. I don’t know what I’d have done
without you.”

“You would have been
eaten by rats in the New York sewers.” Seth gave him a tender kiss.

“Loveless and still
living with Mom. Way to be a stereotype, don’t you think?” Domenico shook his
head and walked over to the fallen bookshelf. Now that all its contents lay in
a pile on the floor, he easily put it back up.

“Yeah. Fortunately you
have me to make your life messy, hard, and all sorts of amazing.” Seth didn’t
move a finger to help Dom with the books. “Your mom is fine?”

Domenico nodded and
maneuvered over the paper debris, walking out into the corridor. He wasn’t all
that keen on talking about it. “Yes, she is all right.”

“I’m sure one day, in a
few years, we’ll manage to visit her, or contact her, buy her a ticket to
Argentina, and you’ll get to see her.” Seth followed Dom like a puppy.

Dom pulled him close,
and they walked over to what looked like a spare bedroom. The couple who lived
in this house had a large old-fashioned bed, and Domenico didn’t feel
comfortable sleeping there when there was a queen-size just next door in a room
filled with toys that had been popular thirty years past. He was thankful for
Seth thinking about him keeping up a relationship with his mother, but at this
point it was pretty clear that wasn’t going to happen.

“I just realized how
badly I want to sleep.” Seth yawned, looking at the pristine bed. He looked
sweet in the granddad-style plaid pajama that was almost bursting on his chest.

Domenico smirked and
crawled under the covers, inviting Seth with a gesture. He set the bedside
alarm for six hours of sleep, which was plenty in their situation.

Seth joined him, putting
his hot arm over Dom’s chest. “You’re sure they’re fine in the basement? I’ll
leave them something nice to apologize,” he said with his eyes already closed.

Domenico groaned, but
didn’t comment on that stupid idea. He just wanted to sleep and forget.

He was gone within
seconds.