Semua Bab Tear Me Apart (An M/M Dark Romance): Bab 21 - Bab 30

For a moment, no one moved. Not Viktor. Not Alejandro. Not the dozens of men pointing guns at each other across the room like a powder keg waiting for a spark. Only the slow sound of breathing filled the air. Mine. Alejandro’s. The men surrounding us.I could feel Alejandro’s arm around my waist, firm and immovable, like iron wrapped in silk. His chest was solid behind me, heat radiating through the thin fabric of my shirt. Even injured, I could feel how tightly he held me—as if letting go had simply stopped being an option somewhere along the way.Possession. That was the word. The Don of the Cortes empire had crossed a line, and judging by the dark fire in his eyes, he had absolutely no intention of stepping back. My lips curved faintly. How fascinating.Viktor’s gun remained steady, though I could see the calculation happening behind his eyes. He was measuring distance, men, angles. The cost of blood. Alejandro was doing the same. “Well,” I said slowly, breaking the silence. “Let’s

The sound she made when Alejandro cut her tongue out was… memorable. High. Wet. Broken. Camila’s scream tore through the torture room like a dying animal’s final cry. Blood poured from her mouth in thick crimson streams, spilling over her lips and down her throat, staining the front of her once-elegant dress. The guards holding her struggled to keep her still as her body convulsed violently.I leaned back in the chair Alejandro had placed me in. Comfortably. Well—comfortable enough for a man who had been stabbed, shot, and nearly bled out the night before. Pain pulsed faintly through my abdomen, but it was manageable. Right now something far more interesting held my attention.Alejandro.The Don of the Cortes empire stood before his wife like a dark god of vengeance. Blood splattered across his face and neck, Camila’s blood, and instead of wiping it away he inhaled slowly like the metallic scent was intoxicating. Fascinating. Most men broke when grief hollowed them out. Alejandro Corte

I should have walked away. That would have been the logical decision. Finish the interrogation. Clean the mess. Regain control. Instead, I was still looking at him. Nikolai Vassilliou sat in that chair like he belonged in the middle of chaos. Blood in the air, screams fading into silence, bodies barely breathing—and yet his attention had never wavered. Not from me. Dio mio. The realization settled in my chest like something heavy. Dangerous.“You’re still watching,” I said. He tilted his head slightly, that same faint smile playing on his lips. “Always.” The answer came too easily. Too naturally. Like it wasn’t a question at all. Behind me, Leandro shifted. Ibram said something to Lucas—low, controlled. Orders. Cleanup. Containment. Normal things. I ignored all of it. Because I couldn’t ignore him.“You got what you wanted,” I said. “The shipment. The truth.” Nikolai leaned back slightly despite the tension in his body, like pain was an inconvenience he refused to acknowledge. “I usual

I pressed the blade deeper, watching the thin line of blood bloom against Nikolai’s skin, vivid and intoxicating. It trailed down his chest, and I couldn’t stop myself—I leaned in, tongue dragging slowly along the wound, tasting him. Marking him. Claiming him.Heat coiled low in my body, my cock already hard, pressing insistently against him. He could feel it. I knew he could. And the way his breath hitched told me he wanted this just as much as I did.I sat back, letting my hands roam over him, tracing every line I’d drawn, every mark I’d left behind. Mine. The thought pulsed through me, dark and consuming.Without breaking eye contact, I brought the knife to my own chest. The sting was sharp, grounding. A bead of blood surfaced, and I leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, devouring kiss—letting him taste me the way I’d tasted him.“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I growled against his mouth, my voice rough, barely controlled. “You’ll feel me for days. You’ll be mine… completel

"Fuck—you feel too good, Fuoco Mio," he grunted, his hips snapping forward with punishing force. "Your hole grips me so fucking tight, like it doesn't want to let me go. Like it knows it belongs to me."He went faster, harder, and the room filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, our mingled moans and curses. My ass took the brunt of his powerful thrusts, each impact sending shockwaves through my body. He suddenly pulled me up, bringing my back flush against his chest, and turned my head to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue fucking my mouth in time with his cock fucking my ass. I held onto his neck for dear life, meeting the rhythm of his thrusts, feeling him hit that perfect spot inside me with every stroke."Alejandro.......I'm almost there...Fuck--"He reached around and gripped my cock, pumping me in time with his thrusts, his calloused hand providing delicious friction."That's it, baby," he growled in my ear, biting my lobe. "Come for me. Paint my