“I like your fight, Gia. I do. But you need to learn to listen.”
“What are you going to do, whip my ass again to make me?”
He rubbed the length of his cock against me, and I felt every inch of his hardness even through the barrier of clothes.
“Maybe.”
He kissed me hard before twisting my head so his mouth was at my ear.
“But I don’t think I need to.”
Fingers slid into my pussy, then traveled back toward my ass, smearing my arousal over it. I sucked in a ragged breath.
“I think, in fact, fucking your ass will be much more effective than whipping it, and I might like it even more.”
He turned my face to his again.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked.
I had to close my eyes when he began to play with my clit again.
“You wanted my attention. You’ve got it.”
He released my neck and tugged the dress up and over my head, tearing it a little as he forced it off me.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl.”
He threw the dress aside and looked down at me standing before him in borrowed bra and panties. He tore the bra away then met my gaze again.
“And if you’re not very careful, you’re going to get burned.”
He reached down and took my nipple into his mouth while working my panties off.
“Stop,” my voice came out weak. “I don’t want this.”
“I think you do.”
He rose up again to look at me.
“You want me, Gia. As fucked up as it is, you want me.”
“I don’t.” It didn’t even sound convincing to me.
He grinned. “It’s okay, though.”
He leaned his face toward mine, licking away a tear I hadn’t realized had fallen.
“I want you too. I want you to fight me. I want to make you. I want to hold you down and fuck you until you scream my name. I want to come all over you, so you know who you belong to. So you know who owns you.”
He released me to tear his shirt over his head, baring his chest. He stood with his arms on either side of me, caging me in but not touching me.
“Touch me, Gia.”
His low, deep whisper made me shudder.
I stared up at him. His pupils had dilated so that thin rings of blue-gray circled black. My breathing grew shallow, every hair on my body standing on end.
I moved slowly, tentatively, dropping my gaze to his muscled chest, the tattoo there, and down to his belly, to the trail of hair disappearing into his jeans. Hands shaking and with the lightest touch of my fingertips, I did as he said. I touched him, the tops of our heads coming together as we both watched my fingers move over hard muscle wrapped in soft flesh.
“You make me fucking crazy.”
His chest rumbled with the rawness of his words. He gripped my wrist hard and laid my hand flat against his chest, over his heart. His other hand circled my hip.
“Feel this.”
His heart beat a frantic staccato beneath my hand, and I found myself biting my lip when I turned my gaze to his, both our heads still bowed. He slid his hand over my belly and brought it to rest at my heart. He didn’t speak the obvious, that my heart beat as loudly and as frantically as his. I didn’t know what this meant. What he wanted. All I knew was that I wanted him. I wanted all of him.
“Take my cock out,” he ordered.
I let my fingertips slide down over his belly, obeying, both hands working clumsily to undo his jeans and push them and his briefs down far enough to grip his cock in both hands. I held the hardness, wrapped my hands around it, and smeared the wetness at the tip.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded.
I wouldn’t do that. Didn’t I say I wouldn’t kneel for him? For any man?
Dominic’s hand nudged my shoulder, and, weak willed, I slid down, the floor cold and hard against my bare knees.
He waited until I looked up at him.
“Suck my cock, Gia. Keep your eyes on me, so I can watch you take me. So I can watch you choke and cry when I fuck your mouth.”
He gripped my hair, and I felt a drop of my own arousal slide down one thigh as I opened my mouth to take him, liking the salty taste of him, wanting him to make me, to do it hard, to hurt me a little maybe. He was right. I was fucked up. And as I took him deeper and watched his eyes, I knew he was too. We were both fucked up, and somehow, we’d found each other, and together, we became something else, something twisted but not ugly. Dark but deep and full, and I knew without a single doubt that when the time came to walk away, I would be leaving a piece of myself behind. A piece that no longer belonged to me.