If The Seas Catch Fire(103)

But he wanted him alive. And here. And under him.

He pushed Dom onto his back and kissed him, and goddamn, every kiss made the guilt burn hotter. Guilt didn’t belong on the same room as a marked Maisano, but Sergei couldn’t help feeling like a cat toying with a mouse.

Except he wasn’t toying with him. He wasn’t torturing him. Tonight, Dom wanted sex, and Sergei would give him that. The rest… didn’t matter right now.

Dom pulled Sergei closer. “I need you to f*ck me.”

The next shiver was Sergei’s; if Dom’s tone was to be believed, he wasn’t joking about the word need. He was trembling, holding on to Sergei as if he were holding on for dear life, as if he were on the brink of breaking down.

“Let me get the lube,” Sergei breathed. “Then I’m all yours.”

“Please.” Dom’s arms slid off Sergei’s shoulders.

Sergei got up off the mattress, ignoring the outline of the gun that still seemed seared into his back, and opened the nightstand drawer. The vial full of cloudy liquid caught his eye but only for a second. That time would come. Not now.

He made quick work of putting some lube on both of them. Then Dom got on his hands and knees, and Sergei was already out of breath before he’d even pressed against him.

I want you. I’m supposed to want you dead, but I just want you.

Dom was tighter than usual, even tighter than the first couple of times they’d f*cked.

Sergei leaned down, wrapping an arm around Dom. “Breathe, Dom,” he whispered against his neck. He withdrew a little, and pressed in again. “Remember to breathe.”

Dom exhaled. Gradually, he relaxed and yielded to Sergei, completely unaware he was letting in the man who was going to kill him. Moaning with unmistakable pleasure, he rocked back and forth, drawing Sergei deeper.

Sergei leaned over him, hissing as his nipples brushed Dom’s back. God, he was going to miss this. The way Dom’s breath hitched when Sergei moved inside him. The way their bodies just fit together. The faint scent of aftershave that had become Dom in his mind.

Still rocking his hips and sliding his cock in and out in a smooth, steady rhythm, Sergei curved his hand around the front of Dom’s throat. Dom’s pulse beat against his palm.

Sergei’s heart sped up. He could do it now. Quick. Painless. Dom would never know what hit him, and he’d die with a hard-on.

Dom swallowed. His Adam’s apple pressed against Sergei’s palm, and a shiver went down Sergei’s spine. He leaned closer, rocking his hips a little faster as he kissed the back of Dom’s neck.

Maybe let him come first, let an orgasm be the last thing he ever felt. Then a snap of the neck, and he’d be gone, still smiling. Sergei wasn’t going to risk a sleeper hold or try to strangle him. Dom was stronger than he was—if fight or flight kicked in, he could too easily overpower Sergei before Sergei knocked him out, and the gun was out of reach.

He could…

There was always…

Sergei squeezed his eyes shut as he f*cked Dom faster. He couldn’t think like this. Not while he was this deep inside him. He’d f*ck him now, give him a little more of what he’d been craving so badly, and then he’d end it for him in a blink. Make sure he never knew what hit him. Who hit him.

For now…

He sank his teeth into Dom’s shoulder and thrust harder.

“Shit,” Dom groaned. His whole body jerked beneath Sergei, and he clenched around Sergei’s dick. “I’m gonna… come…”

Sergei gritted his teeth and f*cked Dom as hard as he could. As Dom groaned, trembling beneath him, Sergei shuddered. His eyes rolled back. His body took over, moving of its own volition and trying to get him as deep inside Dom as possible, and as his orgasm rocked him from his curled toes to the hair standing on the back of his neck, he damn near blacked out.

As he came down, taking in gulps of air while his head spun and his limbs trembled, he held on to Dom’s hips for balance.

“Oh my God,” Dom murmured. “Shouldn’t…shouldn’t be surprised anymore.”

“By what?”

“How amazing it is when you f*ck me.”

Sergei laughed softly and kissed the back of his shoulder. Guilt, shame, even some fear… he was too deep inside a man to feel this way, but nothing made sense anymore.

When he was sure his limbs would at least try to hold him up, he pulled out, hissing sharply as the gentle motion overwhelmed his hypersensitive nerve endings. He got rid of the condom, and after they’d cleaned themselves up, they collapsed together in Sergei’s bed. They kissed for a little while, and then shifted around until they got comfortable. Eventually, Sergei was on his side with Dom cuddled up against him, and like that, they lay in silence for a while.

Fingers laced between Dom’s, Sergei stared at the window, watching the moonlight through the gauzy curtains. Dom’s arm was heavy on his waist. Any other guy he’d have shrugged off. Made him sleep on the other side of the bed so his skin wouldn’t make Sergei’s sweat and his arm wouldn’t keep him from breathing right.

But he’d quickly grown to like sleeping this close to Dom. And ever since Dom had left him at the motel, he’d missed it. Maybe this was cruel—as much to himself as to Dom—but he couldn’t give it up just yet.

Reality sank in faster than he wanted it to. What he had to do. What Dom thought he was hiding from by lying low in this bed. How many weapons were within reach so Sergei could finish the job.