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She steps around me and walks into the hallway. She stops in front of the doors, her leg keeping it open. “So, are you coming?”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
“This is me.” She points to a door a few feet from the elevator. She doesn’t dig for keys but enters a code hidden by the large handle. It opens and I push her body toward the closest wall, the lights still out.
Before I can take charge, she places her finger at my lips, shushing me. “I know you like control, but you have to earn it. After ghosting me, don’t think I’m a Mary Sue doormat you can walk over.”
“You tried to make me jealous tonight, right?” I ask.
Her mouth reaches my ears. “And you deserved it, didn’t you?”
“You’re not wrong.” I wait, thinking we’re going straight to her couch to have a heart to heart. “And I’d never think you’re a doormat, let alone a Mary Sue doormat.” I’ll have to ask her later what a Mary Sue doormat is, but I understand enough for now.
“This is your last chance?” I give her a nod of my head, and she accepts my answer. “Now, guess what makes me jealous?” she asks.
Her tone is seductive, and this isn’t what I expect. I thought I’d have to grovel. And I am, but not as much as I expected.
“I think I know what makes you jealous.” I remember the night of her sister’s party and the date I brought.
“Yeah, and are we past childish games?” she asks.
“Yes, San, we are.” It’s just not a promise to her, but to myself too.
“Do you want to show me how jealous you were tonight?” she asks.
“You don’t want to talk, as I beg you to give me a second chance?” I ask, befuddled at her acceptance of my very weak excuses.
“Oh, believe me.We will talk later. As I said earlier, this is your last chance. You’ll get no more with me. Do I make myself crystal clear?”
I may be the one that takes charge, but she won’t be taken advantage of. I respect this in her.
“Crystal, Rosso. And I promise, I’ll share it all with you.”
“I don’t want to wait. If you promise there will be time to talk later, I’ll trust that we’ll figure it out. But, I’ve missed you, Dom. And it’s crazy. We haven’t spent a lot of time together, but there’s something about you. I want more. Just promise me you won’t ghost me again.”
“Fuck, my sweet, redheaded goddess. It’s a fucking promise.” My calm shatters as her mouth moves to my neck, and I shift her lips to mine. My kiss starts out gentle and hungry for her, but the visions of the jackass’s hands on her body causes me to turn to angry and punishing kisses. She meets my harsh kisses with her own. Hypnotized by her touch, my hands run down her curves, pushing up her top, and my rough hands are on her silky skin. She pushes the dominant inside of me to come out and never let another man look upon her as that asshole weasel did today.
I remember the shirt she wore, showing more to the general population than I’ll ever allow again.
“And this top gets burned after tonight,” I demand, pulling away from our ravishing kiss. To make my point, I rip it down the front and toss the remains behind me.
“Okay, so that was a little dramatic, even for a bossy bastard like you,” she quips, and a half smile and half frown covers her face.
I dance my finger up her torso, between the thin fabric of her bra and her skin. As though her desire radiates from deep inside of her, and is ready to burst, her body comes alive and she’s unleashed, rutting her hips against my erection.
“Dom, fucking take me now!”
I don’t take commands from others, but for Sandra, I’ll do anything to prove that I’m not going anywhere.
In the near dark, sans the part where the moon shines through her sheer curtains, I still have access and maneuver her line of sight to mine. “Is my Rosso needy for me? Because I’m needy for her.”
“Fuck, Dom, just do it already.”
My fingers dance down her arms, and I pull her by the hand. “Take me to your bed.” It’s a command and question all together.
Through her open living room, she leads me to a door and tugs me by the hand, turning on a light. In front of us is her bed.
“I want to see your every move, the way your head drops back when my light touch strokes your bare skin, or when I kiss your cunt and you close your eyes and clench your fists. I want to count every freckle on your skin and watch your nipples harden. When you’re about to orgasm, I want to watch you as I slow down, edging you to pull out every drop of your desire. I’m going to fuck you tonight, so hard but so gentle, and with the intention that you’ll never want or look at another man again.”
