Chapter Twenty-Six
Dominic
Candace lifts the loaf of brown bread out of the grocery bag and frowns.We just got back from her place with the bulk of her things and did some light shopping at the convenience store.She’s changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts.Like always, she’s oblivious to how sexy she is.
While she continues to frown at the bread, I focus on her lips.When she purses them together like that, all I can think of is sliding my cock between the cushions of her velvet mouth.
She’s starts bitching about the bread, but I’m thinking about how many times I’ve had this woman and never had her mouth on my cock.
“Dominic, are you listening to me?” she huffs, throwing the bread down on the countertop.
I wasn’t listening, but I won’t give her any more reasons to be furious.“You hate the bread.”
“I asked for multi-seed bread and you got this.”
“Babe, it’s bread, made from the same wheat.Just dash some seeds on it.”
She glares at me and I know she wants to tell me to fuck off, but she would never do that for something so simple.
She’s not pissed about the fucking bread.She's pissed about me leaving, again.Her annoyance now is because she thinks I didn't write.
If only she knew.
“I’m going to unpack.” She walks out of the kitchen, and I watch her rush away.
This morning, there was a moment when she gave herself to me.I felt it. Then reality must have struck, and she asked me why I didn’t write.
I lied again when I said it was because I wanted her to forget me, and it was for the best.It wasn’t.
Now I see just how much it affected her, I wish I’d sent her at least one of the letters I wrote and never posted.Just one.
I've been with her all day and she's been in that same pissed off as fuck mood she was in when she woke.I don't blame her. I think I would be pissed at me too if our situations were reversed.If anybody else had won her in that auction she wouldn't feel like she was being forced, or even held captive.
I'm just the only bastard she didn't want to be with, and unfortunately for her, the only guy who thought she was priceless.I wasn't messing around when I told Jacques I'd bid every last coin in the bank.I would for her.
The fucking auction might be something we run under the umbrella of the Syndicate, and I'll admit to being as twisted as most of the fuckers there, but I've never paid for sex.As with most things about this woman, however, she's the exception to the rules.The woman who makes me want to try.
I just don't know where her head was at.I've been watching her today and she doesn't even seem interested in the money.She hasn't gone on her phone or done anything to check her account.So, I'm still at a loss as to what's truly going on.The longer I wait, the antsier it's making me to find out.
I messaged Aiden early this morning just to touch base, after spending a few hours looking through Alfonse's files.He's got things covered until tomorrow, which buys me some time with Candace.
What I want for this little arrangement is to find out what sent her to that auction and if it's still a threat.Once I get that shit out of the way.I'll focus on getting my woman back.
That's why I'm not leaving her to stew in her fury.
I head upstairs and find her opening up one of the larger boxes with her clothes.
She looks at me when I walk in and I can tell from the flush in her cheeks she thinks I’ve come up for sex.What intrigues me is she’s thinking about it--me taking her.And she wants it. As mad as she is at me she wants me.
It’s easy to read her reactions when her body keeps betraying her.The top she’s wearing makes it even easier to tell when she’s aroused.Her nipples pebbled from the second I walked in and now the distinct points leave no mistake as to what she’s thinking.
I am going to fuck her, I just enjoy watching her body react to me.
“What?” she huffs. “You’re just looking at me and it’s unnerving.”
I look down at her willowy body, not answering the question.
“Come in the shower with me,” I say.