Page 69 of Bleed with Me

Barely containing my temper, I removed the leather glove from my right hand and placed it on the exact place he circled, my brown stiletto nails digging into his skin. He stiffened under my violent touch, his eyes glued to my hand. Slowly, torturously, I moved my hand down along the entire spot that bitch touched, leaving five red, burning scratches behind.

A quiet hiss left Dorian’s lips, but other than that, he didn’t do anything to stop me. My acrylic middle fingernail drew blood from him, and he didn’t say a word against it.

“You’re mine,” I declared as if it was carved in stone, the possessiveness in my voice evident. “No one has the right to touch you but me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he confirmed in a hushed voice, gently taking my small palm into his large one. The unexpected contact surprised me, but what truly unraveled me was the way he lifted my hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to my skin without breaking eye contact.

Fireworks exploded in my chest. A jolt of electricity traveled through my entire body straight to my core. My lips parted, yet no words came out.

Not that they were needed. For a brief second, time froze, and the earth stopped spinning; it was only the two of us, and a simple connection that felt as if everything snapped into place.

The fear of getting overpowered disappeared. Instead, the need to own him completely consumed my thoughts, and before I could stop myself, I commanded:

“Get on your knees.”

Dorian gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing, but not a single word of protest followed. Slowly, he lowered himself onto the fluffy carpet, staring at me with a devotion that sent my heart into overdrive. I had dreamed of that look since the day I saw him jogging with his bodyguard in Central Park, since the day he became the center of my universe. And now, it was finally real.

Lifting my hand toward his face, my fingers tenderly brushed his cheek before tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the fullness of his lower lip, and finally the curve of his chin, rough with a day’s stubble that grazed my skin.

He was the work of God, handsome in a way that felt almost unreal, as if someone had taken their time carving every detail with intention, knowing exactly the kind of damage he would cause. Everything about him was designed to draw people in and ruin them without trying. And standing there, watching him kneel before me, I couldn’t help but think that something so immaculate was never meant to be shared.

“You’re so perfect,” I whispered, drinking in every minor detail, memorizing everything.

“Thank you.” His lips stretched into a playful smile. “Doing my best for my wife.”

My wife.

The words set my chest on fire. But the full effect of them was muddied by the tone he used. Mockery. My fingers tightened slightly on his chin, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to hold my gaze.

“That fucking arrogance will be your ruin.”

“Then ruin me, ma vilaine,” he teased, lifting a challenging brow. “Or let me ruin you.”

“You still don’t deserve me, Dorian.” I shook my head slightly, my thumb brushing over his full lower lip.

“Let me try.” His voice dropped an octave, gaze flickering to my groin. “I’m sure I’ll pass any test with flying colors.”

“Arrogance again?”

“Confidence,” he corrected me with a wink. “Don’t tell me you’re not curious about my qualities.”

Curious? That was a dangerous understatement.

I wanted to feel him. His skin against mine, his large hands discovering the hidden areas of my body, his sinful lips closing around my throbbing clit.

The thought sent a zap of electricity through me, aiming right between my legs. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass. It would be a sinful waste to walk away from this situation in the name of safety.

“If you want to impress me,” I whispered, my gaze dropping to his lips for a fleeting second before returning to his eyes, “then stop talking and start proving it.”

“Gladly,” he exhaled, immediately charging for the button on my pants, but I stopped him before he could touch me and stepped back.

“Hands behind your back,” I commanded firmly, earning a frown from him. “You’ll use your mouth only.”

Excitement lit up his face as he watched me remove my boots and unbutton my leather pants. In a seductively slow rhythm, I pushed them down and placed my foot on the bed, providing him with a view of my black lace panties.

“Oh, yeah.” He grinned, moving toward me on his knees. His eyes were glued to my fingers that dragged along the drenched fabric covering my pussy.

Teasingly, I sneaked my finger under the expensive material, moistening it with my juices. Dorian stalked my every move like a hungry lion expecting a feast, and when I pressed it against his lips, he obediently took it inside, slowly sucking on it.