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“What the fuck?” I snarl, trying to get away, but his grip never loosens. I wrestle even as I enjoy the inability to move. This is so confusing.
He leans into me, the expanse of his spectacular torso solid against my back. His shaft hardens against the small of my back. I’m trapped between his heat and the cool wall. Between the need to take over and the arousal, his dominance spreads through my veins.
“My house, my rules. I’m in charge, Chils.”
His words scrape my skin like sandpaper, absurdly igniting more heat. The resulting fire is partially my reaction to his breath amplifying my lust, and partially the anger brewing in the back of my mind. Who does he think he is?
But all my fight leaves me when his hand rakes up my leg, under the hem of my skirt. He cups my center, the intrusion violent and fantastic. I gasp.
Somehow I free my hand and grab his arm, not to remove it from my sensitive flesh and not to encourage him further, just grasping for some balance. Physically and mentally.
I dig my nails into his forearm. Dominic groans, grazing my neck with his teeth, probably leaving love bites all over. Branding me.
“What are you doing?” I try to jerk away and the bastard chuckles. Oh, but how that rumble in his chest, his scent and his heat on my skin reverberate through me.
I don’t like the situation on principle, but my blank mind doesn’t have the power to push back against this pleasure.
With one yank, he has my tights and underwear down to my knees. I don’t even get a chance to move, and Dominic is covering my body again. I try to push off the wall, but he doesn’t budge.
“Fuck—” My fight dies again when he pinches my clit. I gasp, arching my back, my butt pushing into his erection.
He chuckles again. “That’s what I thought.”
I want to battle for dominance. God, I want this to happen on my terms, but my body is too far gone to care. I moan as Dominic continues stroking and pinching between my swollen lips, the tingling already building in my stomach.
“You’re so wet for me, Chils. I can’t wait to fuck you with my tongue, my fingers, my cock.” His voice covers me like a seductive blanket, and along with his hand between my thighs, they push me out of my head. My ability to think vanishes.
“Be a good girl and spread those sexy legs for me.”
And to my shock, I do as I’m told. I’m rewarded when he plunges not one, not two, but three fingers into my wetness, stretching me and driving me crazy with need. He starts moving, and the friction of his palm against my sensitive bud is too much. The sensory overload turns me into a puddle in his arms.
But before I collapse, he snakes his other arm around my waist and holds me up.
“Fuck, Chils, you’re so tight. Beautiful. Don’t you love it when I’m in control?”
“Keep dreaming, Cressard.” I don’t even know how I strung those words together.
He removes his hand and I moan, mourning the loss.
“Bastard.”
“I’m in control. Even if it’s just for tonight. You’re mine to drive crazy. Mine to fuck. Mine to punish if you keep fighting me.”
I should be appalled by his words. A part of me wants to jerk away and run. That part is overwhelmed by the pulsing need between my legs, the strung-out nerve endings craving release.
I hate him for his dominance, but somehow I know surrendering would be worth it. As the cold air bites into the sensitive skin of my pussy, I relent and push my hips against him.
“Say it,” he orders.
“I hate you, but okay, yes, you’re in charge.” As much as I’ve opposed this, relinquishing control to him brings on relief, and another wave of arousal. Tomorrow we can go back to pretending.
Dominic twirls me around and locks his eyes with mine. “You see, Chils, I’m in control, but I have no problem getting on my knees for you, baby.”
He traces my bottom lip roughly with his thumb, letting me taste myself. Then he drops down, his intense gaze stealing the air while sending my heartrate into the stratosphere.
He rips my underwear and tights off so he can hoist one of my legs over his shoulder. Lifting my skirt, he buries his head between my thighs, trailing a series of kisses and bites up to my core.
I’m wild with a burning ache, unable to stay silent. Balanced on one leg, but supported by the amazing solid wall of his muscles, I manage to grind my hips forward.
