The Dominator (The Dominator 1)

“Baby.”

I looked at him.

“It was three weeks between the day I first saw your picture and the day you came to me. I was with no one during that time. The minute I knew you were mine I wanted no one else.”

My eyes must’ve been like saucers.

“I won’t want anyone else.”

“Okay.”

“Ever.”

I nodded.

“I told you if you played your cards right no cock but mine would be in you.”

He got another nod.

“You played your cards right,”

I gulped.

“It won’t be in anyone else, either.”

“Okay.”

“C’mere.”

I stepped closer to him and he pulled me onto his lap. He inhaled my hair and then kissed me on the neck, “I’m yours. Okay?”

I smiled, “Kay.”

“Is that what you want? For me to be only yours?” His voice was husky.

Goosebumps rose on my body and chills ran up my spine, “Yeah.”

He gave me a squeeze, “Already done. I was working on something, working on figuring things out about our fathers. I had to do a bit of a stake out.”

“Any joy?

“Nope.”

“You must be tired.”

“I am. I’m running on empty, two nights with almost no sleep and zero sleep last night. I’ll snooze on the flight.”

He lay down onto the bed, taking me with him, and held me close, “It’s kinda hot that you were jealous,” he whispered into my ear.

That surprised me, “Really?” I asked.

“Mm hmm. Maybe more cute than hot, actually. But more than that, it gives me hope. Hope that you’re really being open about this. If you didn’t want me you wouldn’t care.”

I smiled. That was sweet. Then he added in a warning, “But now that I’ve put your mind at ease don’t accuse me of that again.”

Fear spiked. Why did he have to do that? Go from sweet to like that? I let out a little sigh.

“Hey?” He tipped my chin up and held my gaze. His face looked pissed.