Something cold slides between my cheeks and then I feel him, pressing at my ass, slow but relentless.
A different kind of pressure builds. There’s a sting, but it’s fleeting. The fire already burning low in my belly starts climbing, spreading through me. When he finally sinks all the way in, I gasp, overwhelmed with sensation. He’s buried to the hilt, his thick cock stretching me so full I feel split open.
He stills, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. His breath comes in harsh, ragged bursts.
“Fuck, you’re going to drive me insane,” he growls, then pauses for a heartbeat. “You good?”
His voice is hoarse. Wrecked.
I barely manage a nod.
I shift, desperate for movement. For more. But his arm clamps around me, holding me in place.
“Patience, adorable,” he whispers, his entire body tight with restraint.
He turns my face to his and kisses me, soft and slow, like he’s pouring a million unsaid words into this kiss. Then he starts moving, wreaking me with long, measured thrusts.
A moan I can’t control rushes out of me. I’m unraveling, thread by thread. He slips his thumb between my lips, and I suck without thinking.
He groans, the sound low and feral, and starts moving faster.
I lose touch with reality. The vibrations. The feel of him against me. The thrusts of his cock. The overload.
It’s too much. Too fucking much.
My body goes rigid as another orgasm crashes into me without warning. My lips part on a silent scream, a quake roaring under my skin. My soul fractures. My vision whites out. Flames and ice dance inside me, spreading all the way to my fingertips.
I lose grip on the toy — it falls, forgotten between the sheets, and that’s when Dominic truly snaps.
He growls — primal, guttural — and starts pounding into me, each thrust wild and merciless. His fingers replace the toy, sliding over my soaked pussy, rubbing my clit fast, with expert pressure.
He grabs my hair with his other hand, tight enough to sting, to anchor me.
My arousal’s running down my thighs, soaking his sheets, his cock, everything. I’ve never been this wet. Never this undone.
He pushes me forward, palms the back of my neck and holds me there, ass up, back arched. Then he leans over me, his fingersfinding my clit again, circling, never stopping. He fucks me — untamed, unstoppable — and I shatter once more, falling from the edge into an ocean of brutal and all-consuming pleasure. My body locks. My nerves light up like firecrackers.
His hips stutter, his grip tightening right before he roars and floods me with his cum, filling me up. We finally collapse together, shaking and ruined in the best possible way.
As I lie there, breathless and broken beneath him, only one thought pulses through my dazed mind.
This man will kill me. And I’ll thank him for it.
10. Sun
Ghost
Bones found Elyna. Luca gave him the location last night, and he’s already gone — bolted before sunrise. Called me at four-fucking-A.M., voice clipped, said to hold down the fort while he figures out what kind of hell he’s walking into in Silverpine.
I know exactly what’s going to happen. Two outcomes.
He either kidnaps her and brings her back. Or he moves the club there.
But he won’t kidnap her, though. He won’t want to give her one more reason to hate him, which means we’ll move instead. That’s the only logical play.
I need to prep. Call my realtor. Start looking for property. Somewhere private. Something big enough to fit my needs. My skin’s already crawling, just thinking about what’s waiting for me ahead.
All of that’s spinning in my head when I step into the bedroom, ready to grab my phone and start making calls.
