Twisted Devotion to My Mafia Kings

Six

Nico

Dominic's presence pressed in behind me long before he touched me. Heat followed him everywhere — wild, untamed, impossible to ignore. It rolled off of his body and sank beneath my skin, a familiar threat curling down my spine. He stood close enough that I could feel the rise and fall of his chest, close enough that his breath brushed the back of my neck when he exhaled.

The sage green walls of my office — normally calming, controlled — held no appeal. The framed art is chosen with surgical precision, courted at the edges of my vision. Even the winged back chair behind my desk sat askew, an imperfection I hadn't corrected when I'd stormed in here earlier.

Everything else was immaculate.

The oak desk. The aligned pens. Order down to the smallest detail. Control was my religion. And Dominic was the one thing that tested it. With painstaking accuracy.

I kept my hands at my sides, fingers curling slowly into fists. I didn't allow my emotions to bleed through — not in front of enemies, not in front of allies, not even in front of myself. Especially not when violence sat so close to the surface.

Warm breath grazed my neck again, deliberate this time. The scent of Dominic's cologne — spice and smoke, something feral beneath it — flooded my senses. My jaw tightened.

He smelled too good. I turned.

The look in his eyes sent a sharp pulse straight through to my c**k. His pupils were blown wide with lust and anticipation. Dark and unrestrained. Hunger radiated off of him in waves. The bulge in his pants hadn't softened in the slightest since the moment we'd both laid eyes on her. The little spitfire.

I smirked despite myself. We will find her later.

Right now, I needed to bleed the edge off before I lost control and scared her away. That would come later — on my terms.

"Kneel," I commanded. My voice left no room for argument.

Dominic wasn't submissive. Not to anyone else. He was chaos incarnate — teeth and instinct and violence wrapped in beautiful tan skin. But for me? For me, he yielded. Always had.

Our dynamic shifted like a living thing, fluid and instinctive. Sometimes I was the leash, sometimes he was the anchor. We took what the other needed without explanation, without apology. It was the only place in my world where I didn't have to wear armor.

Dominic dropped to his knees instantly. No hesitation. No challenge. The sight hit me hard.

This was the man who terrified rooms into silence. Who thrived in blood and bone and broken men. And here he was — bare, open, waiting for my next move with eyes darkened by trust and desire. It was a truth I never took lightly.

In my world, murder was currency. Violence was expected. But desire like this? It was a death sentence.

Men like us weren't allowed softness. Or need. Or love that didn't fit neatly into a marriage contract. My father would sooner put a bullet into Dominic's head than allow this truth to exist.

I stepped closer. Dominic tilted his head back slightly, exposing his throat without being told. A silent invitation. A surrender only I had ever earned.

My fingers flexed. This wasn't about s*x. It was, but it wasn't. This was about grounding. About reminding myself who I was when everything threatened to spiral. I placed a hand beneath his chin, lifting his gaze to mine. His eyes burned brighter. The golden orbs shining like the sun.

"You're wound too tight," he murmured, voice rough. "I can feel it. We both are."

I leaned down, my mouth brushing his ear as I took his lobe into my mouth. Nipping it with my teeth. His body shuddered. "You feel everything."

A low sound rumbled from his chest. A mix of a growl and a moan.

"And you," he added softly, "Pretend you don't."

I straightened. Enough. I unbuckled my pants and undid my zipper. It was the only sound in the room. Deafening. Certain. Absolute. I stroked myself over the fabric of my boxers. Dominic's c**k strained at the edges of his pants.

"Take out my c**k," I ordered. I was rock hard and could feel the precum leaking from the tip.

Dominic complied instantly. He pulled my clothing down, his eyes heating when my c**k bobbed free. He licked his lips in desire. I was not a small man. Not by any means. I had length and girth, but I wasn't insecure enough in my masculinity to admit that Dominic had beat me in both categories.

The minute his fingers wrapped around my length, I groaned. His touch felt like ecstasy, euphoria. I wove my fingers through his brunette waves. His hair soft against my fingertips as I gripped it tight. He looked up at me with his warm brown eyes, waiting. It was clear to see how eager he was.

I gave him a nod, letting him know he had permission to continue. He stroked my length and I gave shallow thrusts into his fist. He spit on my length and squeezed it tight, his grip punishing as he moved his fist up and down my length. Dominic rubbed his thumb against the slit in my d**k with each pump and it had my knees ready to buckle with anticipation.

His saliva coated my shaft. Warm. Wet. Desirable.

"f**k. That feels so good," I groaned.

Dominic chuckled. The sound more feral than anything. Low and rumbling. His eyes were practically black with heat and desire. Not a single hint of the warm golden that was there mere minutes ago.

"Open your f*****g mouth," I ordered. My voice a dangerous growl.

He complied, opening his mouth. I rewarded him with a rare smile. His hands left my c**k as I nudged at his open lips. They trailed up my thighs, nails scratching in their path along to their destination to my ass. He gripped me, squeezing, playful. I wrapped my fingers around my length and thrust into his waiting mouth. I didn't give him time to adjust.

I thrust in deep, reveling in the sounds of him gagging on my c**k. Choking, sputtering.

"That's it," I praised. "Look at you taking my c**k so well."

I praised him. I tended to have a bit of a praise kink, along with the dark side of me. Where I thrived on control and dominance, he was the wild card of the two of us. He thrived on receiving pain just as much as he did dishing it out. He submitted to me and at times he dominated me. It was a delicate balance. Two halves of one whole.

Dominic's fingers kneaded my ass, massaging. There was a bite of pain from his fingernails digging in and I groaned. I thrust hard and deep into his waiting mouth. His throat constricted against my length. He moaned and the vibrations sent a shot of ecstasy straight into my balls.

I thrust in particularly deep, feeling him gag against my length. I held my position there. The sounds he made were like a symphony. I pulled out, allowing him to breathe and smirked at the trail of spit that lingered on the tip of my d**k and attached to his lips. He gripped my ass tight and pulled me back towards his mouth.

"Want more?" I asked. He nodded. I knew he needed this just as much as I did.

Dominic let go of my ass and reached down to palm himself through his pants. I gave him the permission he was waiting for. I watched with rapt attention as he pulled his own c**k free of its confines and began stroking.

He jerked his d**k in motion with the thrusts of his mouth. His tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers. He truly was a beautiful man. I closed my eyes and imagined a set of grey eyes behind an emerald green mask. My mystery girl looked so beautiful on her knees for me. My hips shuddered as Dominic hollowed out his mouth and swirled his tongue along the head of my d**k. When I opened my eyes, I saw he was still stroking his d**k with his length, but his other hand reached back up between my legs.

His hand slowly traced along my skin as he gripped my ass tight. I knew what he was doing. If he didn't have a mouth full of my c**k, I knew the bastard would be smirking. I felt the pressure against my rim and growled. He pushed a finger inside. I threw my head back and exploded into his waiting mouth.

"Jesusfuckingchrist!" I shouted as I watched him lap up every single drop of my orgasm. I noticed the wet dripping mess on his own hand as he found his release simultaneously.

Time stretched, then shattered.

When awareness snapped back into place, both of our chests were heaving. Sweat slicked my skin. The air was thick - heavy with heat, with s*x, with something dangerously close to intimacy.

We stared at each other for a long moment, then Dominic laughed — low, breathless — and stood.

He cupped my face suddenly, fingers firm against my jaw, and kissed me hard. His mouth was unrestrained, demanding. His tongue thrusting into mine without hesitation.

I tasted myself on him. The intimacy of it all sent a jolt straight through me.

"Feel better?" He asked when he pulled back, lips curving in a knowing smirk.

I exhaled slowly. I nodded and he rested his brow against mine before pressing a softer kiss against my lips. Love pouring off of him in waves.

"Good," he said, eyes already sharpening with purpose. "Let's go find our pretty girl." And for the first time all night, the chaos inside of me felt... focused.