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“Eat,” snarled Vegas, grabbing a handful of Pete’s face and pushing his head towards the bowl of food that he had on the floor and he laughed when he saw the glare that Pete had on his face, glaring up at him. It was fun… having a pet. “I said – eat,” hissed Vegas and gripped onto Pete’s hair tighter, yanking his head back and Pete spat into his face, which angered Vegas.
“Fuck you,” hissed Pete back and Vegas narrowed his eyes.
“I think you got something wrong here,” said Vegas, his eyes dark as he pushed his face closer and lifted his hand up, smacking Pete across the face and he grinned when he watched his cheek turning red. It was about to get even redder. “I’m in charge here and you’ll do as I want, pet,” spat Vegas his orders, making Pete grit his teeth.
“I’m not eating this,” said Pete back and Vegas laughed.
“I wasn’t asking,” said Vegas and released Pete, who fell onto the floor with a loud thump and Vegas leaned back a little bit, walking closer to him. Bringing Pete to the safe house with him was the best decision that he had made in a long time. He was there to keep him entertained and he placed his hands on top of his sides.
Pete gritted his teeth, his hands cuffed together behind his back. Still, he managed to somehow pick himself up onto his knees, but not for long. Vegas kicked him right into his stomach, which sucked air right out of Pete’s lungs and he cursed out loud, trying to get away from Vegas and he closed his eyes.
A part of him wished that Vegas would just kill him already, but he knew that it wasn’t going to happen. He knew Vegas for years, he knew that Vegas liked playing with his victims before he killed them. Then again, Pete wasn’t a victim.
He knew what he was getting himself into the moment that he dared to step into the mansion and snoop around. He knew that if he got caught then… yeah. Pete swallowed thickly and he gritted his teeth, closing his eyes.
Pete felt tired, everything hurt and he slowly tried getting up again. It was harder that time, feeling his anger boiling when he heard Vegas laughing behind him and he gritted his teeth when Vegas leaned down, went down onto his knees and grabbed Pete’s face, yanking it up again and he swallowed thickly.
No fear in Pete’s eyes.
That pissed Vegas off and his eyes darkened. He wanted to see the alpha squirm in pain and in fear, he wanted to see him afraid, begging for help… for him to stop. Vegas hated alphas. All of them. All of his cousins were alphas, always better than him. While Vegas.. His whole existence was a sin. Being the only omega in the family full of alphas and betas sucked.
Vegas envied his brother sometimes… he would rather be a beta, even if his father still despised Macau. It was still better, but being an omega….
Vegas snapped back and he gritted his teeth, a maddened grin flashing on his face as he brought his face closer to Pete. Alphas were nothing but dogs, which Vegas loved torturing. Seeing them beg for forgiveness before he would slowly watch them wither away.
And this was what he was going to do to Pete. He was just another filthy alpha. Nothing more.
And he was going to enjoy breaking him.
Vegas grinned and squeezed his grip around Pete’s face. Pete swallowed thickly, gritting his teeth and he glanced down, growling. Vegas laughed when he heard that pathetic growl and he let go of Pete’s face, smacking him across his face again and he gritted his teeth.
“You’ll listen to me,” said Vegas. “And be a good little pet,” he said in English.
“Fuck you.”
Vegas snickered and he pulled back.
Not many people knew that he was an omega, actually. His father made sure that that fact was hidden because it would bring nothing but shame to the minor family. However, his father still used him to seal his deals with his dirty clients. The amount of suppressants that Vegas was on was crazy… but anything to preserve the family reputation.
To the others, Vegas was an alpha.
However-
“I’m going to hurt you,” said Vegas and smiled again. “I’m going to make you into my obedient pet,” said Vegas and Pete’s eyes darkened, looking down because he wasn’t going to listen to Vegas.
Vegas was crazy, he was sadistic and Pete wasn’t going to let that to him. But no one knew where he was really, no one was going to be coming for him. It was just him and Vegas in the safehouse and Pete swallowed thickly, closing his eyes and he gritted his teeth.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you, pet,” said Vegas, walking back. He yanked onto the chain, which catapulted Pete up onto his legs, barely. Pete was barely hanging up, the metal of the cuffs ramming into his wrists, bruising him in the process and he closed his eyes when Vegas stepped closer to him and the other one laughed.
“Do whatever you want,” finally said Pete because he knew what Vegas was doing. “Just kill me already,” he said and then grinned back.
“You can still laugh and smile, huh?”
There was a reason why Vegas brought Pete to the safehouse with him. Pete wasn’t like the others, there was something about him that intrigued Vegas and he wanted more. He wanted to inflict more pain, he wanted to watch Pete bleed and scream out. Because Pete didn’t cry at the end of it all, he could still smile and Vegas wanted to take that away from him.
He wanted to ruin him completely.
“I don’t care,” said the alpha and Vegas laughed.
Vegas was watching Pete like a vulture before eating its prey. He was slowly going around him, but then he stepped in front of him and leaned closer, wrapping his fingers around Pete’s neck, whose eyes widened when he suddenly felt the pressure around his neck and he started gasping for air. With interest in his eyes, Vegas watched Pete, who was gasping for air.
Pete’s eyes were wide open.
Pete’s face was turning redder and redder.
“Look at me,” growled Vegas and Pete’s eyes slowly listened to him.
Pete listened.
Vegas felt a rush of excitement going through his entire body when Pete listened to him and glanced at him. Pete’s mind wasn’t working, he felt lightheaded, trying to break free. He was trying to free his hands to push Vegas away, but it wasn’t working. The metal of the cuffs rammed deeper into the skin and he opened his mouth.
Still, Pete couldn’t look away. There was something that kept his eyes on Vegas. He felt himself getting into submission and he didn’t like it.
“Veg… as,” gasped Pete and Vegas laughed.
“Yes,” said Vegas, slowly tipping his head to the side.
Fucking beautiful.
Vegas was fucked up in the head, he knew that much. And he didn’t care. Vegas was breathing hard and uneven as he watched Pete struggling for air. And then, Pete grinned. Pete’s eyes were still on him, dark and burning into his very soul. They excited Vegas, they awakened an itch that Vegas couldn’t scratch on his own and he wanted to keep on going.
Pete was getting off to this as much as Vegas was.
Pete’s eyes were slowly closing, the darkness started setting in… when Vegas suddenly released him and he stumbled over his legs, still standing up. His head slumped down and he started coughing when the air finally hit his lungs again.
Vegas stood there, trying to come back to reality, but it was hard. He was still swimming. He couldn’t go back and he glanced at Pete, who forced himself to lift his head up and he shuddered.
“Fucking psycho,” said Pete, his voice ruined and Vegas gritted his teeth.
Vegas felt hot, he didn’t like it. And that was why he cursed under his breath and left the room in a rush, slamming the door shut, locking them.
Pete groaned and cleared his throat, coughing again. His throat felt sore, he couldn’t swallow properly and he shuddered, closing his eyes when he remembered that dark look in Vegas’ eyes. Those dark, hungry eyes looking into his own ones, staring into his soul. Consuming him completely.
Pete felt a rush of excitement and he quickly shook his head.
No.
It was wrong.
No.
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“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” was moaning Vegas, his fingers around his dick, moving his hand fast. He wanted this to be over.
Getting so hard over a useless and pathetic alpha… no.
Vegas gritted his teeth, tightening the hold around his cock and he pumoped faster, fucking himself into his fist and he gasped louder, biting into his forearm as he was trying to keep it under control. But there was only one thing on his mind.
Pete.
Pete’s eyes, Pete obeying to him, those eyes… clearly giving out how much he liked that. The submission in his eyes turned Vegas on and he couldn’t stop it, growling louder as he continued jerking himself off fast.
“Going to fucking ruin you, Pete, I’m going to destroy you,” gasped Vegas in between his moans, his stomach twisting in disgust when he felt an itch… somewhere deeper inside him and he shook his head.
No. He hated that part of himself. He hated being an omega, he wasn’t going to succumb to his body’s needs. He was the one in control, he didn’t like it. No matter how much he thought that he wanted it, he didn’t. He hated it, it was disgusting and he growled louder, his toes curling as he continued thinking about Pete.
Those dark eyes begging him for more… wanting more, wanting to feel more pain. Vegas wanted to inflict so much more pain to Pete.
“Fuck,” hissed Vegas, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his cock throbbing in his hand. He was close, he was so fucking close.
Holding himself on the edge, he pictured himself turning Pete over, spreading his legs apart and pushing himself inside. Pete loving it, Pete wanting it, Pete…
“ Shit- ” hissed Vegas and came hard all over his hand, falling back against his bed and he closed his eyes, swallowing thickly and he angrily leaned over to the side, taking out the tissues out of the box, wiping himself clean and he angrily kicked the wall once he stood up.
Vegas felt sick.
With his shaky hands he reached over for suppressants and took another one.
The alpha was chained, Vegas was the one in control.