“I can’t just go back to sleep with you in here,” I say as I switch on the lamp on my nightstand.
“Don’t,” Dominic orders, leaving no room for argument. “Leave it off.”
“So what’s this? Are you my knight in shining armor now?”
“Careful,” he warns. “You don’t want to test me.”
“Or you’ll do what? Spank me?” I don’t know where this spark of attitude is coming from. I’m secretly relieved he’s in my room, especially after my nightmare. My nerves are shot, but I’ll never admit that to him.
“If that’s what it takes,” he says with a dark undertone that makes my stomach swoop.
I stare at the back of his head, unsure of my next move. Logically, I should tell him to leave and shove him out of my room, but I don’t want to be alone. His presence makes me feel safe, even if he hates me.
“Why are you protecting me, Dominic?” I ask quietly while my heart thumps harder.
“Go to sleep.”
NINE
DOMINIC
Sleep descendsfrom the corners of the room, and my eyes droop. I quickly jerk my head up and rub my eyeballs with the heels of my palms.
I’ve spent four nights in Camryn’s room while she slept. For four nights, I’ve sat here, guarding her like I’m some prince in a fairy tale. It’s pathetic.I’mpathetic. Why am I here? Must be some twisted voodoo shit on her end, because I find myself back here every night, listening to her breathe. But fuck, it’s getting difficult to stay awake.
“Good boy. Stay here,” I tell Bruno, scratching him behind the ear before rising to my feet and stretching my arms overhead. I’m thirsty as hell.
I peer at Camryn, whose long, pale leg peeks out from beneath the quilt. She looks peaceful when she sleeps.
Drawn closer like a magnet, I brush a strand of hair away from her face, careful not to wake her. Her skin reminds me of fragile porcelain—so smooth it should be illegal.
I trail my finger lower, pausing at the corner of her mouth, my heart thudding in the ensuing silence.
Her soft lips part, and I know I should walk away. This temptation, thisurge,is not welcome. But I trace her lips like a druggie that says,Just one hit, and then I’ll stop.
“Fuck me,” I breathe as her next warm exhale fans my skin. This is torture.
It’s official: I’m a masochist. I don’t even like Camryn. If it weren’t for her, my father and brother would be alive. They weren’t even supposed to collect her from the studio that day. Her mom was.
Slowly easing my middle finger inside, I slide it over her wet tongue, and my cock hardens as I fill her mouth with my ring finger, too.
“Have you ever sucked dick, little sister?” I whisper, fucking her sweet mouth with my fingers in time with the insistent throb in my cock. My balls ache with the need to dump my load inside one of her tight holes. I’m not picky.
Besides, I can go back to resenting her tomorrow and hating what my life has turned into because of that night. I wouldn’t be stuck in this forsaken town in the middle of nowhere if it weren’t for this little vixen with her seductive lips?—
“Dominic!”a feminine voice whispers from behind me, and I spin around in time to see the door slide shut with a soft click.
Bruno growls, his body tense and quivering. With my heart now clear in my throat, I glance at Camryn, who whimpers softly in her sleep.
A peal of feminine, haunting laughter travels through the thin walls as I exit the room, ordering Bruno to stay.
Nothing happens when I try the light switch, which is fucking typical. Nothing ever works when I need it to.
A sense of dread has wormed its way beneath my skin, so I shake it off and set off down the hallway. It’s a clammy night, and the intense heat lingers despite the thunderstorm earlier inthe day. My T-shirt sticks to the sweat between my shoulder blades.
Up ahead, something dashes across the hallway in a flurry of long hair and a flowy skirt. I come to an abrupt halt, my heart pounding. What the hell was that? A child?
“Dominic!” Another peal of laughter disturbs the thick silence, this time from downstairs. I slowly step forward, straining to see in the darkness.
