Dominic (Made Men 8)

“Please, what?” Dom asked, wanting her to continue to beg.

Not only did Maria’s body cry, but so did her voice, needing him to take the pain away. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

“I’m still not going to fuck you, princess.”

When he took his hands off her ass, she thought he was going to stop them from continuing, but he placed his hand at the bottom of her neck, craning her neck upward to him.

Dominic placed a possessive kiss on her lips. “But I’ll give you a taste.”

Maria’s next thought was utter bliss when she felt his other hand cover her pussy. Dominic began by petting her softly through the thin material until he slid his thumb under the lace to find her throbbing button. She laid her head on Dom’s shoulder at the relief he was giving her, as he rubbed her in a motion that soothed the tingling while at the same time built the flame higher.

With one little finger, Dom was wrecking her resolve to be the seducer, becoming the seduced instead. When another finger slid inside her thong, she hissed a plea for, “More!”

“Here?” he asked with a smile, knowing damn well where.

Her nails bit into the arms of the chair to keep herself from tearing him to shreds at the overwhelming lust that was setting her pussy on fire, deepening when Dominic’s other hand went to the heel of her shoe, spreading her thighs wider and higher. Twisting and turning as his fingers moved slickly over her had her reaching down to flick her tongue out to taste the side of his neck.

Her hips began pumping back hard and fast against the fingers that were plowing through her pussy. Dominic was making her hot as fuck. The ice princess was melting into a puddle, and all it took were two fingers in the right area to have her panting for more. “Dom …”

“Come for me, princess.”

Four words and Maria began shuddering in an orgasm, ensnaring her in a web that she didn’t want to escape. Taking several hot breaths, Maria kissed Dominic softly, thanking him before massaging her tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it.

My turn.

Maria’s heated gaze stayed on him as she went to his jeans and started to lower herself. His tatted finger went to her chin, stopping her from moving.

“You don’t want me to repay the favor?” she asked breathlessly, wetting her own bottom lip.

Dom kept his finger in place. “No, princess.”

“But I want to.” She went to lower herself again, practically imagining him in her mouth, but Dom held in her place.

“Thank you for the offer—” He gave her pouting lips a kiss. “—but I don’t want you touching me till after we’re married.”

“Why?” It didn’t seem very fair that he couldn’t get any relief.

His hazel gaze was unyielding. “I told you, princess. I’m not going to taint you.”

Maria no longer fought him, resting her head on his forehead. She wanted to tell him that he could never give her his sins, that he wasn’t saving her or keeping her soul from going to hell by letting her touch him. It would be impossible, because even though he didn’t think of himself as pure, Maria could see that he was. He was kind, good, and true, and because of those exact characteristics she knew it was pointless to try to change his mind.

Admitting defeat, she needed a distraction before he drove her insane with need. If not, she was in for one hell of a long night.

“So”—Maria took one last, long, calming breath to bring her temperature back down—“do you still want that drink?”

Forty

It’s A Trap

“Maria, something tells me I’m not supposed to see what’s behind that door.” Dominic’s jaw flexed, wondering why the fuck he stupidly got off the elevator with her on the basement floor. And if that wasn’t suicidal enough, he fucking allowed himself to walk beside her as they went down a long, creepy hallway to a suspicious door.

She’s not going to be happy until her ass gets me killed.

Maria had to knock on the door twice, making it even more fucking clear to him that I’m not supposed to be here!

The door opened a small crack as one of Dante’s men exited to block the door, crossing his arms, physically telling them they weren’t welcome. Well, one of them wasn’t.

This shit isn’t worth—

“Come on.” Maria stared up at the bastard like he was dumb. “Do you really think your boss doesn’t know who his own daughter is dating?”

Dominic’s hand melted in hers. He liked the way those words sounded leaving her lips, making it all worth it. But then she ripped her hand from his.

“Fine.” Maria opened her clutch. “I’m sure Dante would love to be bothered at this hour.” As she unlocked her phone, the guard remained stoic, seeming call her bluff ….