Page 50 of Unhinged Desires


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A darkness clouds his face and his jaw tightens. His fingers grip my chin as he moves his mouth to my ear. “If you let any of these fucking idiots touch you, Little Bee, I will remove their hands from their body. It’s a lot easier to do than you’d think… with some practice.”

I gasp at the image he just put in my head. He’s joking, right? He has to be. But when I pull away and look at his face, there is no humour there, no lightness to soften the veiled threat.

I swallow. Would he really do that? Is he capable of such violence? And if he is, why am I still clenching my thighs together to ease some of the building arousal?

I glance around the room. I need to get out of here. I need him to get me out of here. I need him…

“I need a shower,” I tell him instead of admitting what I really want. Though I’m pretty sure it’s obvious. Taking his hand, I pull him out of the room with me. I continue walking into the ladies change room and push him into a shower stall.

Dom stands there. Watching me. Not saying a word.

I reach behind him and turn the water on. It’s cold but he doesn’t even flinch. Then I pull my shirt over my head. “I’m going to need you naked, now, Dom,” I say with a sudden burst of confidence while unzipping the front opening of my sports bra.

Within seconds, Dom has his shoes and socks off and his workout shorts and boxers in a pile on the floor. I jump, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He doesn’t miss a beat, catching me under my ass and hoisting me up before pinning me against the cold tiles as our mouths clash together.

“I need you to fuck me,” I whisper between kisses.

“With pleasure,” he says. I feel his cock line up with my entrance and he hesitates, his teeth grinding as he hisses, “Fuck!”

“What’s wrong?” I ask him.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh.” At least one of us is thinking clearly. Honestly, I’m shocked it’s him and not me. I drop to my knees. If I can’t have him filling me where I really want him, then I’ll settle for him filling me somewhere else. I wrap a hand around the base of his cock and lower my mouth onto the tip.

“Shit, Little Bee, fuck… you don’t… Fuck that, suck my cock.” He grips the sides of my face with the command.

His hips move back and forth, slowly, mirroring the movements of my mouth as it glides up and down his shaft. I hollow out my cheeks and suck harder, savouring the salty taste as I circle my tongue around the tip before flattening it out and taking him as far down my throat as I can manage. My hand pumps along the base, because as much as I’d love to, I can’t possibly fit his whole length in my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re good. Why the fuck are you so good at this? Fuck, now I’m going to have to buy more pigs,” he groans.

Pigs?

I’m not sure what the hell he’s talking about, but it’s not like I’m in any position to ask. So, instead, I cup his balls with my free hand. And before I know it, he’s squirting ropes of cum down my throat. I swallow greedily. Trying to get as much of it as I can. It’s not possible to get it all, though, and some spills out and leaks down my chin.

“Fuck me.” Dom pulls me up to my feet. “Fucking amazing,” he says before slamming his lips down on mine, his tongue diving right into my mouth. His fingers slide between my legs, thrusting up into my centre. Hard. “I want you to fuck yourself with my fingers. Make yourself come. Drench my fucking hand. So later, when I’m forced to walk away, I can still smell you on my skin. Taste you on my fingertips.”

“You’re a little unhinged. You know that, right?” I tell him, though I’m not sure why, seeing as I’m already moving my hips. Grinding down on his hand, as the orgasm already builds in my core.

“I’m a lot unhinged when it comes to you, Little Bee,” he says before fusing his lips with mine again. I lose myself in his kiss, in the feel of the hardness of his body pressed up against mine. My knees buckle as I approach that familiar edge. “That’s it. Give it to me,” Dom growls before tugging my bottom lip between his teeth.

“Ahh…” Pain radiates through my every nerve ending, right before a pleasurable buzz takes its place. My legs squeeze together and I grind down hard as I finally fall over that cliff into bliss. My eyes close, and I know if it weren’t for Dom holding me up right now, I would have collapsed to the floor.

TWENTY-THREE

“Where are you going?” I ask Lucy right as she’s about to walk out of the change room.

“Home,” she says.

“Let me take you somewhere.”

“Where?”

“A place.” I shrug.

“Is this the place where you’re going to chop me into tiny pieces?”

“You’re really hung up on the wholebeing chopped upthing, huh?”

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