Her thighs quivered, slick heat spreading. Her pussy was ready to learn the shape of my cock. The scent of her arousal rose up thick and sweet, clinging to my tongue.
I can’t wait to taste her.
But I had to take my time, even though this was torture, like standing outside a locked door while the treasure I craved moaned on the other side.
The floorboards above creaked, and she tried to move me away and sit up.
“No. If he heard and is coming down, let him see how you should have been worshipped.”
“You’re insane.”
“I am.” I lapped at her skin.
Teyonah grabbed my hair. “Oh.”
“Your body is perfect.”
Teyonah moaned. “Oh, Dominic. You’re so nasty.”
“Fuck yeah. I am. Wait until I put this piercing on your clit.”
“Oh my God.”
My tongue traced a stretch mark, then another, cataloging, committing them to memory the way I would for any vital case study.
Only this wasn’t a case.
This was my obsession.
My yearning.
This was Teyonah, and soon she would be mine.
I just had to get rid of her fucking husband.
I would do anything and more.
Even if it meant. . .blood would spill and a body would need to be hidden. . .
The thought didn’t scare me. It thrilled me. Because loving her felt like war, and I was built for battle. If Scott wanted to get her back, he would have to fight me for her.
The only problem was. . .I didn’t plan on playing fair nor leaving any survivors.
Chapter one
Spoiling Her
Dominic
Days Earlier
It was Mother’s Day, and I’d made sure this house would remember it forever.
The kids and I had been working for hours, small hands in mine, rose petals spilling from bowls as we scattered them across the carpet from the front door to the dining table.
Oliver kept giggling every time he threw a handful too high and they fluttered back into his hair.
J had insisted on arranging theirs in careful patterns, little swirls that curved toward the table like red trails leading to a treasure chest.
