Honestly? I’m starting to like this life.
For the first time, I have space and time for myself. No trying to avoid my father. No escaping the wrath of my monster of a mother. No desperately trying to protect Liz. No tiptoeing around Bowie. No survival on a tiny income. I just never got to breathe before.
I’m about to turn the page when the book is suddenly yanked from my hands. I’m so startled, I actually screech. A full-on, high-pitched bird-like noise. Then I lunge after the thief.
“Dominic! What the hell! Give it back!”
I scramble behind him, trying to reach over his shoulder, slapping at his arm like a toddler on a sugar crash. He doesn’t even flinch. Just stands there, reading my book, smug as a motherfucker.
Probably sees me as a buzzing little fly and he’s the magnanimous god letting me buzz around him.
I keep swatting, trying to get it back. But he catches me by the back of the head, tugs me close to his chest, and lifts the book so high I’d need a ladder to reach it.
Then the bastard keeps reading.
His voice carries a note of intrigue when he finally lowers the book.
“Is this one a favorite of yours?”
“No…,” I drag out the word, suspicion flaring. “But I do like it.”
His eyes lock on mine, brows drawing together like something just clicked.
Then he throws the book on the couch like it serves no purpose anymore, not letting go of me. He pulls me even closer and leans in just enough to make my breath hitch. The way he’s looking at me right now should be fucking illegal.
“How about,” he starts, his voice dropping to that low register that sets my skin on fire, “instead of reading about adventure, I take you on one?”
That tone. That fucking tone of his. He’s not talking about going bungee jumping or bike racing. I decide to play with him a little.
“Really?” My brows lift. “Like what? Pottery? A puzzle?” I smile sweetly. “You seem like a puzzle man."
His thumb traces a slow arc along the back of my skull, and I can’t help it — I lean into it. He knows I’m playing. But he likes to play, too.
He leans in and brushes his lips over my jaw, leaving a trail of soft kisses on his way to my ear. His teeth graze my earlobe, making it sting a little. Raw need sparks inside me.
“Puzzles can be fun,” he murmurs, his breath hot in my ear. “But I was thinking something more like fucking you in both holes at once. Filling both your pussy and your ass with my cum.” His voice is pure filth.
I’m a goner.
My throat goes dry. Cheeks? On fire. Brain? Offline.
He’s been circling my ass for weeks. One finger. Then two. I never said a word because — fuck me — I like it.
Now he’s gone and planted a whole goddamn scene in my head. I’ll never be able to unsee it. Or to stop thinking about it.
He pulls back, no expression on his face except for the hunger in his eyes. I’m clearly not the only one lost in desire. His cock is so hard I can feel it twitching against my stomach, even through his jeans.
“Clothes off. Now.” His voice is clipped, like he’s one second away from turning feral.
I grin. He loses control so much faster when he gets that tone. I’m about to have a really good time.
My ass was safe yesterday, but I have an inkling that won’t last long. I’m curled up in my usual spot on the living room couch, tearing through the final chapters of my book, but I’m not truly reading the words. I’m still stuck on yesterday’s conversation, images playing in my mind like a film reel.
I don’t even hear the front door open until Dominic saunters in like the devil himself.
I glance up, ready to greet him, but before I even have the chance to open my mouth, he tosses a box at me.
It lands with a soft thud beside me. Innocent looking — until I read the label.
