Guns n' Boys: Homicidal Instinct (Book 2) (gay dark mafia erotic romance) Read Online Free PDF

you can’t be
serious,” moaned Neil, but he too started pulling away.
    Good choice. Domenico
didn’t discriminate when someone stepped on his toe.
    “Some peace and quiet?”
he asked, closing his eyes. His nose was hovering low over Seth’s skin. Its
scent was musky, a bit bitter, but also ripe with the sun. It ticked all
Domenico’s boxes.
    Seth finally put the
last steak on a plate and gave Dom a concerned look. “You shouldn’t be walking
around like this. What if it gets infected?” He shook his head and gently put
two fingertips close to the wound on Dom’s cheek.
    Domenico closed his
eyes, shocked by the warm touch. “What’s the cologne you’re using?” he asked to
mask his uneasiness. He would not betray his weak points. He was a killer. A
jackal.
    “Um, I didn’t use one.
It might be the soap. I wasn’t looking what it was.” Seth pulled his hand away.
“To be honest, I haven’t shaved in three days either. Maybe I could appropriate
the lumberjack look to be harder to recognize.”
    Domenico’s face spread
into a slight smile, but he relaxed his muscles when it pulled on his healing
skin. Seth would benefit from this kind of look. He had the body of a
lumberjack. “You already have a beard on your stomach. Might do the top as
well.”
    Seth groaned and looked
down to his stomach. “Are you saying it’s that bad?”
    “No, hairy fits
you,” Dom said, leaning against the counter next to Seth.
    “We’re hungry!” Neil and
Jamie yelled from the living room, and Seth took a deep breath.
    “I’ll deal with this.
You wanna take a quick shower first? You can have a lemon tart now if you’re
hungry.” Seth pointed to six most perfect-looking tarts on the window sill.
They drew Domenico’s attention like a good porn movie would, and he found
himself gravitating to the six beautiful cakes. He touched one only to find it
was still warm. His stomach melted. “Home made?” he asked, looking back at
Seth.
    “Yeah, I got them ready
in the meanwhile, but they’re good warm as well.” Seth was already focused on
pouring soup into bowls.
    “You cook.” Domenico
snatched the tart and raised it to his nose, suddenly assaulted by the scent of
wonderfully fresh lemon. Not some aromatic oil. Actual lemon and zest. It was
the real deal. Biting into the thing was as natural as breathing, and the
explosion of buttery crust and creamy citrus flavor made him slouch against the
wall. The cake had such perfect balance of sweetness and tang. It was exactly
the something he’d been looking for earlier.
    “You remember?” Seth
looked back at him with so much hope that Dom just had to lie.
    “I think so. This
tastes... amazing.” And it also happened to be the thing Dom needed to calm
down. He took one more tart and started backing away toward the door. A bath
sounded nice. He could eat in the tub.
    “I-- yeah… see you in a
bit. I’ll keep stuff warm for you,” Seth said and took a whole tray of bowls to
the living room.
    Domenico smiled, his
gaze sliding over the back of Seth’s body. From head to toe, with a swirl
around that perfectly shaped ass. Domenico shook his head and bit so deep into
the tart he had crumbs rolling down his chest. He needed to fuck someone fast.

 
    Chapter 4
     
    Domenico looked at the
little fluffy dog staring at him from where it was curled up on a pile of
laundry. The thing so insistently demanded access to the bathroom that Dom
ended up letting it in, and now that he was dressed in a pair of Seth’s old
sweatpants and a T-shirt that made him look like a scarecrow, Fluffy was still
there.
    Domenico sighed. “What
is it?” Aren’t you hungry? Even I am hungry when I smell dinner.” Slowly, he
picked up the little poodle, which weighed close to nothing, and limped to the
living room. He held it like he would hold a baby, and frowned when he saw the
little cock pouch and balls. “Is Fluffy gay?”
    The dog barked at him a
few times, as if to confirm Dom’s