Wicked Liar (Dark Syndicate 3)

"And seeing things, seeing people," he adds.

"You saw me?"

He nods.

"Do you plan to leave again? I mean, when things calm down?" These are important questions I feel I have to know.

"No." The answer is so simple, but it grips something inside me I can't quite describe.He walks back over and lowers to kiss me, and I kiss him back."Doll, I gotta go. Make sure you eat; I'll want you when I get back.Capisce?"

"Capisce," I answer, desire thick in my throat.

With a wink, he leaves, and I stare after him.I continue looking at the empty trail long after he's left as I contemplate how this will all play out.I'm still hot from his words and he hasn't even touched me.A sure sign I want him.

This is the first time Dominic has left me alone since Saturday and I can't deny that it feels weird knowing I won't see him until later.

I spend the day answering the million messages I have from my friends on my phone.It's been switched off for the last few days so when I turned it on it buzzed with notifications for at least fifteen minutes.

I responded to Helen's messages first and promised to catch up with her when she gets back from her vacation in a few weeks.The rest of the time was spent on Emelia and Isabella.

By seven, I start to worry when Dominic hasn't returned.I was downstairs for most of the day with Cory keeping me company but went back up to the bedroom when night fell.

I assumed my post of watching through the window.I'm just at a different window this time.Not the little window in my parents' cottage in Stormy Creek, but I'm doing the same thing, watching and waiting for the same guy.

It's not until eight when he returns and the instant our eyes connect, I want him all over again.He knows it too.

I stand when I see him and as he approaches me, I can see he's had a rough day.There's a bruise over his eye and on his chin, and blood on the edge of his shirt.

He puts his hand out to me, beckoning me closer, and I go to him, reaching to cup his face and look over his bruise.

"You're hurt," I rasp.

"You should see the other guy."

I run my finger over the bruise on his chin and he catches my hand.He brings my hand up to his lips to kiss.It's not in the creepy way Jacques kissed my knuckles.When Dominic does it, it's sexy and has the effect of pulling at my insides.

We then automatically move into a kiss that whispers memories of last night.I melt against his chest when he slips his hand behind my head to knit his fingers through my hair.Desire curls low in my pussy when he presses his cock into my belly.It's then that my mouth waters with a hunger to taste him.

"I want you, take your clothes off." He cups the back of my head and takes a fist of my hair.

Greed burrows through me, making me crave being with him.I realize at that moment I can't fight this.I can't. And the reason isn't that I'm not trying.It's because I don't want to.

I instinctively don't want to resist him because I've always wanted him.

He gives me a look of raw hunger when he releases my hair.I don't hesitate to obey and pull my tank top over my head and take off my bra.By the time I step out of my skirt and panties, his lust filled stare intensifies to a degree that makes me so wet I'm worried I'll start leaking.

A dark smile of carnal satisfaction spreads over his handsome face and he circles me, looking me up from head to toe.On his second round, he runs a thick finger over the flat plane of my stomach and around to my back where he lingers on my ass.When he gives me a gentle smack my body jolts and my lips part in surprise.

"Did you eat today?" he asks, grabbing my ass.

"I did," I answer, and he crouches down to kiss over my skin where he smacked.

"We're going to have a very interesting time over the next thirty days."

"Are we?" I glance down at him.

"Yes, we are. There's a lot I have to teach you."

I was going to answer, but the words fade away from my mind when he moves his finger from my asshole to my pussy and starts to rub over my clit.