Take Me Apart (Vitale Brothers Book 1)
Take Me Apart: Chapter 4

Fabric fluttered to the floor, and I glared at Tex as he dropped his clothes carelessly. His fingers hovered over the button of his jeans.

“What?”

I looked from him to the mess he was creating. Tex rolled his eyes.

“Really?” He yanked them up and looked around before tossing them onto the single couch.

“No.”

“What do you want me to do? Hang them up?” Tex sounded exasperated.

“The closet is through those doors on the left.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Hurry up,” was all I said.

Tex stared at me for another second before he yanked his stuff up and made his way to the bedroom. I let him go alone, knowing there was nothing there.

I sipped the gin in my cup, listening out for Tex. He was taking longer than necessary, but he was no doubt looking for something.

“I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Tex emerged from the room half-hard and fully naked. I’d been right. His body was magnificent. His chest was huge and looked good enough to bite. Varying tattoos littered his torso, none of them standing out to me. However, I committed every single one of them to memory.

His dusky-colored nipples were pierced with black bars. I’d been hoping they were and was glad to see that was the case. All he needed now was matching bars through his cock and lining his taint.

“You’re still dressed,” Tex pointed out.

“Good observation skills. You should be a detective,” I said.

Tex flinched but quickly covered it up as he moved closer to me. So adorable.

“Turn around,” I said.

Tex rolled his eyes, but his cock jumped at my command. He turned around, and I took in every detail, mapping it all to memory.

What the fuck is that?

A poorly drawn duck with a cowboy hat on holding a gun was tattooed on his right ass cheek.

“You like it?” Tex asked with a smirk.

“Hardly.”

He laughed. “I can tell by your face.” Tex shrugged. “I was fifteen, and my friend was an aspiring tattoo artist. You know how it is. Reckless teens.”

“Not at all.” I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me. “Hands and knees.”

Tex’s mouth fell open, and I waited him out. He shook his head, seemingly making up his mind as he sauntered over.Tex lowered himself in front of me, his gaze unwavering as he got on his hands and knees.

“Turn around.”

I was once again faced with that horrid tattoo, but the rest of Tax made up for it. The knife hidden under my pant leg was sharp enough to skin the blemish off in one swipe. It would be nothing more than a small nick.

I rolled my shoulders back as I forced the thought to the furthest part of my mind, focusing on Tex for now. I coated my fingers in lube, pressed one against his hole and worked it in. “Stay still,” I warned as Tex tried to take more of my finger into his hot body.

A visible shudder wrecked Tex’s body. “You’re gentler than I thought.”

“I don’t like breaking my toys too fast.”

“Wha—” Tex’s words were cut off as I added another finger stretching him. I spread them, opening his hole and pulling a deep groan from him.

He squirmed, his hole clenching down on my fingers as he tried his hardest not to thrust his hips back. My fingers danced over his prostate, steadily applying pressure in a pattern until the muscles in his back tensed. I changed it up before he could cum.

Sweat rolled down his spine, making his naturally pale flesh glisten under the lights. I eased my fingers back. His hole clenched around them, begging for me to stay, but nothing came out of Tex’s mouth.

Can’t have that. I wanted to hear him beg, to break under me.

I teased his prostate again and lightly stroked his cock, not enough to truly stimulate him. A growl emitted from Tex as his shoulder blades bunched. He seemed quite irritated with me.

Toying with his body, I worked Tex up once more. His cock was hard between his thighs, begging for more than the light caresses.

“Fuck,” Tex growled. He turned his head, and his blue eyes were glazed over like a car window in the rain. “Please let me cum.”

I thought about it for five seconds. “Tell me the passcode to get to this floor.” I stroked his cock with a faint touch, only stimulating him for a few short seconds. Nothing that could get him off.

Tex shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Then I guess you don’t need to cum.”

“Fuck—”

My fingertips stroked along his prostate again, applying the perfect amount of pressure as I stretched him to accept another finger. He was up three, going on four.

I eased my fingers out again and rested them against his fluttering hole. “Ready to answer?”

Tex panted, the muscles in his legs flexed every time his toes curled. He looked ready to give in.

“No, give me another question.” He glanced back at me, his lips wet, and drool slid down his chin.

He was a mess, but it was one I’d created. There was nothing more beautiful, except maybe if there was a splash of red decorating his smooth flesh.

I grabbed a fistful of black hair and yanked. Tex’s head tilted back, forcing him to lift his hands off the floor. “I asked a question, and I expect an answer.”

“Shit if I know!” Tex kept his gaze steady, but his fingers twitched, and his body fidgeted. He was a decent liar.

My eyebrows lowered, and I allowed Tex to see the displeasure on my face. Fear flickered in his blue eyes as he tried to shrink back. I doubted he even knew the response he was giving, so high on pleasure.

I tightened my hold on his hair, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth as his eyes watered. The silence built as I stayed still, imagining all the ways I wanted to punish him.

Tex licked his lips, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. I released him, and he fell forward, sucking in a breath as if he’d been holding it the entire time. I removed my glasses, folded them and placed them to the side.

“Lying is one way to make me upset.” I let the full weight of my stare rest on Tex just like I would do any target my brother sent me after. A familiar prick of ice crept through my veins, making goosebumps rise over my forearms. My lips turned up in a smile.

“What are you going to do?” Tex asked. His voice shook slightly.

“I’ve answered that already.” I moved around to face him and lowered myself to a squat. “Whatever I want.” I slipped my knife out of its holder and pressed it against his cock.

The tension in the room thickened. Where others would have a hard time relaxing, I felt at home. The trickle of ice that always took hold of me when I held a weapon consumed me.

A drop of precum kissed the blade, and more was to follow as Tex stayed still. His cock jumped as I moved the knife lower.

“You’ve lost your fucking mind.” He reached for me.

“Hands down.”

Tex flexed his fingers before dropping his hands at his sides. His breathing was erratic. His chest was coated with a light sheen of sweat as his gaze stayed glued to the knife I had pressed against his cock.

I cupped his balls, and Tex’s eyes widened as an unfiltered moan dripped heavily from his parted lips. His cock was an angry red, begging for a release I hadn’t granted.

A whimper broke free the moment I let his balls go, and it made me smirk. He was a greedy thing. Even now, with a knife so close to him, his body was begging for more.

I moved the knife down further until it rested at the base of his cock.

“It would be a shame to cut this off.” I stroked Tex’s cock firmly for the first time since the elevator.

An undignified whimper bounced off the walls from Tex.

“You wouldn’t,” Tex said.

He met my eyes finally, and I let him see just how serious I was. A toy without a cock wasn’t exactly ideal, but I’d still be able to use him.

Tex’s Adam’s apple bobbed. To make sure he knew how serious I was, I dragged the sharp blade over his flesh using hardly any pressure. Blood bubbled up to greet the knife mixing with the precum already dirting it.

“Fuck,” a strangled moan left Tex.

“Don’t move,” I commanded.

Tex bit his lip but went still. I saw it the moment he gave in, unable to hold out. “Five… One…  Three, five.”

Disappointment and pride warred inside of me. I hadn’t been sure for a second. He’d paid close enough attention, but my little rookie cop was proving he was a lot smarter than his test results showed.

The small drop of blood was nothing more than a tease and my instincts screamed for me to keep going. To spill more of the beautiful crimson liquid.

I pulled the blade away, and Tex sagged instantly, resting his ass against his calves. His pupils were blown as he took in shaky breaths.

“You deserve a reward, don’t you agree?” I got up and opened the closet closest to the door. Tex’s gaze followed me around the room as I grabbed everything I needed.

By the time I made it back over to him, he’d calmed down again, no longer on the edge of cumming. His eyes were a bit clearer as he stared at me.

“Lift up and turn around.”

Tex gave me no trouble, no doubt anticipating his reward. He turned around and sat up on his knees. I admired the shape of his firm ass and contemplated for the second time tonight carving the hideous tattoo off his ass cheek.

I opened the box, and the sound of cardboard tearing echoed around us. Tex’s head began to turn, and I fixed it, forcing his head back the other way.

“Peek, and we will be done.”

Tex sat up straighter, his back stiff with how hard he was holding himself up. It would be laughable, but I was sure if I did, he’d turn, and the fun would end before I was ready.

I didn’t bother adding lube to the wireless prostate massager. The little black device was no bigger than a finger and a half.

“Spread yourself.”

Tex’s fingers were trembling as they grabbed each cheek and spread. His hole still glistened with lube, begging to be fucked. Soon. My cock pressed firmly against my pants, but I prided myself on my control. And with Tex, it had been tested repeatedly.

I rested the tip of the massager against his hole, teasing the puckered flesh, drawing a moan from Tex. I leaned over his shoulder to watch the side of his face as I shoved the massager in. His mouth opened, but no words came out as I acted quickly.

My arm wrapped around his neck and my legs around his waist as we fell back against the floor. I pinned Tex’s hands behind his back between our bodies. Even through my clothes, I could feel the heat radiating off his flesh.

I wove my other arm behind his head, still clutching the remote. Tex instantly struggled, trying to escape my hold, but it wasn’t breaking as he lifted me an inch from the floor and slammed us back against it. A laugh rushed out of me as the pain added to the shockwaves of pleasure crashing through me.

“You’re still hard, although I could kill you right now.” My leg brushed against Tex’s weeping cock.

I pressed the button on the remote, turning the vibrator to the highest setting. A choked-off groan came from Tex, and he started fidgeting around in my hold for a different reason. I applied more pressure, counting the seconds I could hold him.

The air around us got thinner until I was left panting. Six, seven, eight… Tex’s body jerked, and the hot splashes of cum soaked into my pants. I released him a second later. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Another second passed, and Tex sucked in a gasping breath. I rolled him off me and sat up. My hair fell from the careful style I’d put it in. My heart was beating erratically as I stared down at Tex. He slowly blinked at me, and I smiled. He didn’t move as I snatched the prostate massager out of his hole.

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down. All sound was drowned out by my heartbeat. I couldn’t wait to sink into him. To ruin him even further.

“I’m not done with you yet.” I rolled Tex over onto his side, his cloudy blue eye focused on me even now as he tried to take in deep breaths.

He was watching me. I’d always liked observing but being observed had never felt so good.

A smile broke out over my face as I relished in the new sensation coursing through my veins. I slipped the condom over my cock and hooked one of Tex’s legs in my arm before I sank into him.

Tight wet heat strangled my cock as I plunged inside of him all at once. A strangled moan came from Tex, and I wanted to hear it again. It was too close to a cry.

The moment I thought about him crying, my cock jumped inside Tex. Tears spilling down his face. I bet they’d taste like heaven. I pulled back until only the tip of my cock rested against his hole. I snapped my hips forward. The clash of our flesh together resonated around me and was accompanied by the wet suction of Tex’s lubed hole sucking me in. It was nearly as pleasing to listen to as the sound of internal organs slipping free of a body and splattering to the floor.

A shiver trickled down my spine alongside the sweat. It made my shirt cling to my skin, but even that irritation wasn’t enough to make me stop.

My hand wrapped around his cock, and Tex whimpered. “Cum for me again.”

He shook his head slowly, his eyelashes fluttering as I fucked him relentlessly. I tightened my hold on his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

Electricity danced up my spine, and with every thrust, I grew closer to climax. My breathing was erratic as I stared down at Tex. His cock grew hard, and he whimpered as a single tear slipped from the corner of his eyes.

My orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer, and I fought to stay upright as I filled the condom with my cum. My irritation at not filling and marking Tex was a small flame in the back of my mind as spots danced before me.

Tex’s back arched, and his hole clenched around me, drawing out my orgasm as he came again. Only a few drops slipped free from his cock, and I was half tempted to keep stroking him. To see more of those tears. One isn’t enough.

I stood up on shaky legs and stared down at Tex sprawled out on the floor. Cum decorated his torso and chest. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy.

“You made another mess.” I clicked my tongue and let out a sigh as I accepted the mess before me. “I’ll have to punish you for it later.”

Tex murmured in his sleep, and I took that for consent. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “You really should be careful of the monsters you seek out.”

I forced myself to walk away and get cleaned up. A thorough shower and a fresh change of clothes later, I was set. I made quick work of straightening everything back up, even moving Tex to the bed and cleaning his body. I checked over the files in my coat and glanced at the time.

Benito said to keep tabs on the cop, and I would but in my own way. I put my number in Tex’s phone, knowing he’d call. I checked over the penthouse, making sure nothing was left behind. I rarely kept anything there besides a change of clothes.

I left water on the nightstand and made my way downstairs. Each number that lit up on the elevator felt like a reminder of what I was leaving behind. A body I’d lost myself in.

Don’t worry. It will happen again. I reminded myself of that, closing my eyes momentarily. The ding of the elevator had me shoving everything away and sinking back into the numbness I surrounded myself with for day-to-day life.

“Mr. Vitale,” the front desk woman greeted.

“I’m checking out.”

She nodded. “Shall we leave it vacant?”

“Yes.”

Her slender fingers flew over the keyboard before she lifted her head. “All taken care of, sir.”

I didn’t step away, and she patiently waited for me to say what else I needed. “Breakfast and wake up call at five thirty.”

She didn’t question me as she typed in the note. “Consider it done, sir.”

Stepping out of the hotel, the crisp night air chilled me further. I fought the urge to glance back at the hotel. There was no way he would be up yet. If he was I wouldn’t mind playing with him a little longer. Although if I didn’t get started on cleaning up the crooked cops dropped from our payroll, Benito would put a bullet through my skull.

As much as death was beautiful and alluring to me, I didn’t have a death wish.

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