Chapter Thirty-One
Dominic
Candace is looking through a box in the bedroom when I get in.
Cory told me she was in one of her moods and looked relieved to see me.
The peeved expression that wrinkles her pretty face when I walk in is not what I expected, but because she looks so sexy when she’s mad at me, I focus on that.
“Dominic, you can’t just keep me in this house,” she complains.“Cory said you didn’t give authorization for me to leave today.I didn’t realize I was being held prisoner.What do you expect me to do all day, eat and rest?”
I register what she’s saying, but I don’t quite process it.I think I must be so far gone for this woman that I’m grateful to argue with her.
I walk up to her and shove everything to the back of my mind.It can wait. All of it can wait.The fucking list, and the fucking past.Fuck Jacques Belmont and everyone who’s screwing with us.I had two years where I couldn’t see my girl and my promise to a ghost stopped me from being with her.
Before she can say another word, I capture her mouth for a kiss, robbing her of speech.
She kisses me back and I fucking love it when she melts into me, a sign that she wants me to take her.
I need to make one thing clear though before I do, so I pull away.
“We’re forgetting everything for the rest of the day.Every fucking thing,” I inform her.
“We are?”
“Fuck yeah.” I catch her pretty face and she looks off guard.“I want you, I want to take you into my dark fantasies.It’s time we explore those terms and conditions and see what nothing is off-limits truly means.”
I don’t miss the flicker of apprehension that flashes in her eyes as the sun catches the lighter specks of brown.
Over the years I’ve allowed her to see pieces of me, but we’ve never been like this.So she doesn’t know this side of me.She doesn’t know how dark my fantasies can be, or all the filthy things I’ve always wanted to do to that body of hers.
I run my hand down her neck, over the mounds of her breasts, and down to the edge of her t-shirt where I pull.
Today I’ll take her clothes off.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asks.
“You’re going to have to wait and see.It’s time to play, Angel. Ready to go?”
Desire replaces the apprehension previously in her eyes and spreads over her face.
“Yes,” she answers, and I give her a conquering smile.
Fuck. My cock hardens just at her willingness to obey.
“Arms up.”
She lifts her arms and I take off her t-shirt, leaving her in her bra and silky shorts.
One snap of the little clasp in front of her bra gives me the to die for view of her breasts, perfect and round with the nipples puckered.Ripe with arousal and perfectly pleading to be sucked.
I take off those shorts next, then her panties, and look at her, committing the naked image of her to my mind.Obsession fills me, raw and unrepentant, fueled by that hunger to possess her and take everything she has to give.This is the result of what I suppressed over the years, and I’ll admit to seeing her face every time I fucked a woman who wasn’t her.
I circle her, and goosebumps line her arms.She’s nervous and I don’t know why after last night.
When I touch her face again, I guide her gaze to meet mine.
“Beautiful Candace Ricci, I fucking swear the sexiest thing about you is you have no idea how beautiful or sexy you are.”