Dominik (Arizona Vengeance 6)

She opens her mouth to argue, but I fill it with my tongue instead. She doesn’t fight me for even a moment, her hands diving into my wet hair to yank me harder against her.

The kiss is short, and she makes a disgruntled sound as my mouth moves away from hers. But then she purrs as it goes to her neck, down between her breasts, and along her stomach. I roll off her just long enough to push her panties down her legs, and she manages to kick them loose.

Then my face is buried in her pussy, her legs are over my shoulders, and she’s rocking hard against my tongue. It takes no time at all for me to get her off, her scream through her own orgasm validating my claim over this small piece of her.

I’m as hard as a rock as I give her a last lick, then surge up her body and drive in deep. She arches off the bed, calling out my name. I want to let out a victory cheer as I start to fuck her.

We’d done away with condoms in Seattle after assurances of monogamy and clean bills of health. Since she’s also on birth control pills, we’ve been bare fucking ever since and sex has never been this intimate. I’ve always used condoms, no matter the partner.

I’m on such an adrenaline high since learning Willow’s job is dangerous, knowing she’s been in danger, will be in danger again, doesn’t seem to give a shit about it, and then goads me into asserting my dominance over her in bed. It has me pounding into her so hard I’m afraid I’m hurting her.

But she’s digging her nails into my ass, panting, “Harder. Harder,” into my ear.

God, we’re fucking perfect together. Why can’t she see that?

Without warning, Willow starts to break apart again, her pussy tightening around me and I lose my shit, coming inside her so hard I let out a primal roar of release.

I collapse onto her body, completely empty and unsure as to where my world stands.

But she makes it all too clear by pushing me off her body.

Reluctantly, I roll to the side and she slides off my bed without a backward glance. Silently, she pulls her clothes on and strides toward my bedroom door.

I don’t make a move to stop her, but I do issue a challenge of my own. “Don’t do this, Willow. If you go, I can’t continue this. I don’t want that type of worry.”

She pauses at my door, her hand going to the casing as if she needs it to steady herself. She twists slightly toward me, perhaps wondering if I’ll say something else.

I won’t. I’ve made my position clear, and I don’t negotiate.

I hold my breath, hoping she reconsiders.

Just turn around, Willow. Let’s talk about this. I’m sure I can make you see reason.

Instead, when her spine straightens and her hand falls away from the casing, I realize I’ve lost. Head high, she walks out of my room and doesn’t look back.CHAPTER 13Dominik“I don’t care, Roger,” I bark into the phone. The woman on her knees in front of me makes an impatient clucking noise, tapping a finger on the inside of my thigh. I spread my legs just a little wider. “Get that prospectus to me by close of business today or I’ll find somewhere else to invest my money.”

After I disconnect the call, I stare blankly out my office window at the Phoenix skyline. It’s not like me to be a dick to my business peers but the last few days have not been good. Willow walked out my door six days ago, and I have no fucking clue where she is or if she’s even alive.

Of course, I keep telling myself I’m not supposed to worry about it. I’d told her that we were over because I couldn’t worry about her, and yet, here I am, taking out my anger on those who are undeserving of it.

To add to my stress, we lost the first game of the second round of the playoffs to the Vancouver Flash last night. Our team looked like shit, which matches my emotions exactly because now I feel guilty over Willow being gone. Perhaps if I hadn’t demanded things from her, she wouldn’t have left. I have the distinct impression I’m the exact reason she took the job offer that had sent her far away to a dangerous area of the world.

I glance down at the woman before me, hands working efficiently on me. I have a meeting in ten minutes I should be getting ready for and she’s nothing but a distraction.

A sharp rap on my door makes me glance over my shoulder. It opens, and Dax pokes his head in.

I smile in welcome and for a moment, Dax does the same. But then his gaze lowers, perhaps catching the movement of the woman. His face turns thunderous, then goes almost purple with rage.