“So, Mario, I will ask again, why were you meeting Jake and Tommy?”
Chapter 14 - Aaron
Holyshitballs.Iknewit would be hard to control myself while watching Lev play, but fuck, I didn't think my restraint would falter so fast. He is like a deadly panther with the way he prowls around this room. He controls everything in it, and it fills the air with a thrum of power and strength that I want to overdose on. When he cut that nipple off, I nearly came. I had to grip my dick to stop myself, but then I couldn't help rubbing it, especially when his attention shifted back to me again.
That muscular broad chest, which now has flecks of blood on it, and the way his face has contorted into this demonic king, I can't look away. I don't give a shit about the others around us.
But I’ll keep my promise; I won't cum until he’s fucking me later.
While I’m enjoying the show, part of me wants him to hurry the fuck up so I can ride him like an eager cowboy. Gripping myself hard again and clenching my ass, I try to hold down the longing to get off.
Feeling eyes on me, I turn to the side and see Dima watching me. His mouth curls up in the corner, before he looks back onto Lev. Getting control of myself, I follow his gaze back to the show as it plays out in front of us. They should do a subscription service for this.
“They were just discussing how they were going to start distributing to other turfs and what the shares would be. I wasn’t involved in any of the negotiations, I was just there as muscle,” Mario blurts out, evidently afraid he will join the one-nipple club too.
Much to my joy, Lev leans over him, placing the tip of the knife over his small brown bud.
“See, was that so hard?”
The loudest scream I have ever heard ricochets around the room. Lev has sliced off the nipple in question, and Mario fights against his restraints, in pain and shock.
It's a glorious sound.
I know that the smile has not left my face and I try but fail to stop my hand rubbing my hard dick through my jeans again. I let out a small murmur of pleasure that I don't think anyone could hear until the focus of my attention looks over to me, watching what I am doing. Lev looks like he wants to pounce on me right now and, fuck, I’d let him. I need him so fucking bad that if it doesn't happen soon, I may go into a frenzy and kill the bastards myself. Cutting our connection, he focuses back on the crying mess that is Mario. Snot and tears mixed together are not a hot look.
Is it wrong that I am jealous that the one-nipple man has Lev’s attention and not me?
“You...you said you wouldn't if I told you,” Mario cries.
“I lied,” Lev says. “Now, next question.''
He walks back over to Hugo who is so much more controlled in this situation, but I’m bouncing with eagerness to see what Lev will do next. I want to rub up against him while he plays so I can feel what he feels. Am I deranged? Probably, but this is, like, the best foreplay I have ever experienced.
“Jules, hold his hand out,” Lev orders.
Jules unties his left hand from the chair with ease because Jules is a fucking machine. He grabs Hugo’s hand in a tight grip, forcing his palm to face upward and spread his fingers.
Huh, I have no idea what's happening right now but me and my cock are all for it. I stop rubbing myself so I can zero in on what is happening.
“Don't look away, Mario, you wanted to be with the big boys. Now stop being a pussy and endure it like a man. Simon, hold his head,” Lev says.
Simon uses both his hands to grip Mario's head in a firm lock so he can't move, forced to witness what's about to happen.
“You see this knife, Mario? It's a skinning knife, and what’s amazing about it is that it cuts through human skin like butter. I don't even have to try. Watch.”
Lev glides the knife over the skin of Hugo’s little finger starting at the tip, and this time he can't hold in the scream. The knife flays off the skin so smoothly, it’s like watching an apple getting peeled, leaving the raw meat of his flesh exposed. Lev continues peeling his entire finger at a slow and tortuous pace. The agony of it bleeds out of Hugo, trying to pull away, crying, screaming. He’s in the middle of a panic attack, breathing too fast and shaking. After Lev has finished removing the skin from the whole finger and only the nail remains, he holds it up. It looks like a translucent piece of wax paper. Hugo sobs as Lev does his show and tell by dangling the piece of skin in front of Mario. He is quiet. I think the reality has hit home for him and he is going into some kind of shock. I have no idea.
“Do they have to be so fucking loud,” I hear Dima mumble from beside me as he rubs his temples, trying to stave off a headache. I smile. The brothers are so similar yet so different.
“Give me the names of all involved, and I may let you go.”
That's a fucking lie, but the little flash of hope in Mario’s eyes shows how naive the guy is. Lev has already lied once.
He’s a killer, but he gets off on the taunting. This fuels a blood hunger in him, gives him a high like no other. This is the most animated, relaxed, and happiest I have seen Lev since I met him. I want to see more.
“It's only Jake's crew on your side, but…”
“Shut the fuck up, Mario, they will kill us anyway,” Hugo barks.
