I'll Kill Him

Enzo Bellini

Sex was the last thing on my mind when I stepped into this shady club. The reports I’d been getting about my son’s life have reached concerning levels, especially those of him being involved with a certain stripper from the club and the last thing I needed was for him to become an open target.

Just what I fucking needed in my already busy life. Nothing much caught my attention. The club was sub par, below acceptable. There was no way my son got his attention grabbed by anything or anyone in this ramshackle of a place.

At least that’s what I thought till I saw him.

They call him Rome.

I sure as hell know that’s not his real name and right now, as he stared at me with the most seductive eyes ever, I can see I’ve hit the nail on the fucking head.

“Wh-what do you even want?” He blurts out, his voice shaking, Adam’s apple bobbing in a way that makes me want to sink my teeth into his throat.

“The least you could have done was pretend,” I say, watching him closely as the emotions shift and morph on his face. How old is he?

I should have found out more information about him and this place. If he has the audacity to demand ten grand from me, then I’m sure he has something hiding under that innocent mask of his.

“What are you staring at me for? My dick is not gonna suck itself.”

He takes a step back. Then another. Then he’s bolting for the door. I let out a sigh. “You’re really going to walk away from ten grand?”

That makes him stop. The effect is almost comical.

“Fine. Walk out of that door. I’ll simply pick someone else on the roster.”

He whirls around so fast his movements are a blur. “N-no! I didn’t say I was leaving, I just…look, I don’t know what kind of guy you are. I mean judging from your appearance you’re not one to be messed with. But my job, my fucking job?”

“It was a guess.” I say. Which isn’t entirely false, neither is it the truth.

Jules stares at me with an incredulous look. “You know what, fine. I’m out of here. Fuck you and fuck your money.”

He did not just say that and my body moved before I could stop myself.

I grab him and slam him into the door. He makes a noise, something caught between pain and a moan of pleasure. Holding the back of his neck, I pin him firmly into position.

“Wanna repeat that for me, pretty boy?”

He trembles under my hold, shaking like a fucking leaf. “N-no?”

Good. Because the last thing I want to deal with right now is a cheeky brat. Not even a pretty face is an exception to that.

I notice something down his collar. A discoloration. Pulling down his collar, I get to see what it is.

A bruise.

It’s fresh. Clearly made by a fist. Jules goes still, his breathing coming out hard and fast. My jaw clenches as I yank the shirt further down and the bruise grows. “Who did this to you?” My voice comes out as a growl.

He scoffs. “Like hell you’ll know. What does it even mean to you?”

A thought crosses my mind. One I shouldn’t under any circumstances entertain.

“Rome, who did this to you?” I ask again, this time I let my command bleed into my voice and I let go of my pheromones for a few seconds.

He keens.

I feel the moment he surrenders, the moment his muscles go lax and he relaxes into me. He mutters a low “fuck” and his voice cracks at the end.

“Well?”

“I…it’s not your concern.”

What a stubborn brat.

I should have left it alone. That would have been the best, logical thing to do. I didn’t come here for this kid, hell, I should have humored him and tossed him a few bills.

Instead, my grip tightens. I spin him till he’s facing me and slam his back into the door so hard I hear the wood splinter.

He gasps, his breathing punching out of him in a sharp sound that goes straight to the front of my pants.

Well well. I’ll be damned.

“Who did it?” The air between us turns heavy as I let more of my alpha pheromones roll out of me. Jules whimpers. He fucking whimpers like a pretty little thing, all red in the face and breathless. His eyes flutter as he stares up at me, his lips parted in a soft, broken moan.

The scent of his arousal hits me hard and I feel my zipper dig painfully into my dick.

Well, that was new and fuck me. He deserves a medal at this point.

“Please…” he whispers, his voice almost inaudible.

A chuckle rolls out of my throat. “Please what?”

His reply is his teeth sinking into his lower lip. I try not to dwell on it, instead focusing on ripping his shirt open.

What I find makes me pause.

Bruises. More of them. Some of them are older, yellowing at the edges, scattered all over his pale chest and ribcage like someone took their time mapping out every placement.

An unnamed kind of rage builds inside my chest cavity.

“Rome.” My voice drops. I hate repeating myself more than fucking anything. “Answer me.”

He shakes his head, breathing fast and hard. “Just… leave it. Please. I’ll take the ten grand. I’ll suck your cock for it, anything else you need. Take what you want and go. Don’t ask, please.”

I crowd closer, pinning him between my body and the door. One of my hands stays around his throat, firm but not constricting, and I grab his hip with the other, firm enough to leave marks through his pants.

“Look at you,” I murmur, “pretty little thing huh? Begging to be taken. Does that get you off?”

His eyes squeeze shut, his hips bucking forward. “Y-yeah,”

My gaze drops to the bruises. At the back of my mind is a voice telling me it’s not my concern. For all I know, he could have fallen down the fucking stairs. I trace the largest one on his rib cage, earning a sharp inhale and a soft cry from him. He trembles and shakes in my grip, his voice trapped in his throat.

“Please….” He whispers, the sound of his voice pure sin.

I lean in and press a slow kiss to his cheek. He turns his head like he’s chasing my mouth and I pull back before he gets what he wants.

“You don’t get to do that,” I say flatly. “I’m paying for your hole, not your mouth.”

“My mouth is a hole.”

“You don’t get to be fucking mouthy with me right now. Am I clear?”

He blinks up at me. “Yes, Alpha,”

The front of my pants get unbearably tight. His scent thickens in the air, that sweet alluring musk of an omega begging to be fucked. His eyes flash. Defiant and pleading all at once. “You’re paying for all of me though, alpha. Don’t you want to get your money’s worth?”

I scoff. His words slam like a challenge and I instinctively know I’m going to have fun breaking in this brat. I thread my fingers into his hair and pull back hard till the slender column of his neck is exposed.

“I don’t do foreplay.” I hiss, leaning down to his face, our noses almost brushing.

His mouth curves. “Okay. I loosened myself up at the start of my shift.”

“Fuck.”

I don’t dignify that with an answer. I just turn him around and shove his face into the door, keeping him there with one hand while I make quick work of his pants and shove them down his thighs.

He shivers as the cool air hits his bare skin. “You’re so aggressive alpha,” he chuckles. He tries to turn to look at me but I keep him firmly in place. “What’s wrong? You should stop by more often. You’re so tensed up. Maybe I’ll give you a free massage, on the house.”

I free my cock and palm it once, twice, before dragging the head down the cleft of his ass. He shivers, biting down a moan as he spreads his legs for me. True to his words, he’s slick and open for me. Ready to be claimed like the filthy little omega he is.

“You talk too fucking much.”

I push into him in one long thrust until my hips are flush against his ass and I feel his walls, warm, slick and soft, stretched wide around my cock. He chokes on a broken sound, caught between a sob and moan. He clenches around me like he’s trying to shove me out and pull me in at the same time.

“F-fuck!” He screams, his voice ringing through the air. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

I let go of his neck and hold onto his hips instead, spreading his cheeks for my eyes. The sight of his greedy hole turning red, swallowing up my cock like that makes me hiss through clenched teeth.

“Ten grand huh?” I chuckle, pulling out almost all the way, and slamming back in. The wet squelching sound is loud in the room, mingled with Jules’ pathetic whines. “What’s the matter? Not so cheeky anymore now are we?”

He laughs in short broken gasps. “Give me a…a fucking minute.”

I roll my eyes. “Now you’re asking for it.”

I set a brutal pace, fucking him hard and deep. He tries to shimmy out of my hold and his efforts are truly laughable. His head hangs forward, uncontrolled moans and gasps spilling nonstop from his lips. His cock hangs between his legs, dripping pre-cum on the marble floors. I ignore it on purpose.

“Look at you,” I growl against the shell of his ear, nipping at the soft skin of his neck.

“N-no marks…please…”

“Why not? Don't you want your other clients to know?” I ask, and bite down on the side of his neck. His head flies back and he cries out, his voice making my dick throb.

“Fuck…” He moans, high and wrecked. “Y-yes—”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir…alpha! Fuck, please—fuck me—”

“Good boy. Such a good fucking boy when you’re stuffed full of cock. Taking every inch like you were starving for it. I bet you were, huh?”

He shudders hard, shivers wracking through his entire being. His scent spikes, and I feel his hips rocking back weakly to meet my thrusts. I reach around and wrap my hand around his cock. He bucks wildly into my hand, profanities rolling nonstop from his lips.

Fuck me he sounds so pretty. I’m tempted to turn him around and see what he looks like falling apart on my cock.

“Please,” he’s begging, his cock leaking all over my hand. “I’m…I’m fucking close…”

“Go on. Cum on my cock, pretty boy.”

Fuck me he obeys. His body locks up and he chokes down on a scream. His hole flutters wildly around my cock as he spills over my fist and onto the door with a broken, almost silent sob.

I grit my teeth, my hips ramming faster and harder into him as I feel my orgasm approaching. I bury myself inside him to the hilt and come hard, flooding him deep, hips stuttering as I empty everything I’ve got into his tight, greedy hole.

He moans and shudders around me, his body entirely lax. I catch him, holding one arm around his waist and propping him up.

For a few long seconds the only sound is both of us breathing hard.

Slowly, I pull out of him. The sight of my cum dripping out of his hole and down his fair thighs makes my dick twitch. He stays slumped against the wall, catching his breath and muttering something I can’t hear.

“Should have used a condom,” is what he’s saying. He turns and shoots me a look over his shoulder. Even with his cheeks red and his eyes glassy, he’s still being a brat.

I step back from him and tuck my cock back into my pants.

“So,” he turns to face me, his back propped against the door. “Did I meet your expectations, alpha?”

I dig the wad of crisp dollar bills from my jacket and throw them at his chest. They scatter across the floor between us. But he doesn’t look at them. He makes no move to pick them up either. He just stares at me with those wet, fuck-me eyes, his pupils still blown wide and his lips parted slightly. The image of shoving him to his knees and burying my cock down his throat flashes so vivid I almost do it.

I turn away. I needed to control myself. I didn't fuck any whore Omega more than once.

Forcing myself to step back, I smooth the front of my shirt like I haven’t just fucked a stripper raw against a club door.

“Clean yourself up.”

He pushes himself off the door and gestures to it with a shaky hand. “Thank you very much alpha. I hope you’ll be returning soon.”

I ignore him and leave, before the urge to stay wins. In the hallway, I dial my Beta. He picks immediately. The sight of that lean body covered in bruises flashes through my mind.

“Find everything you can about Rome. Whatever the fuck his name is. You have six hours.”