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He pulls my hair and I whimper as his lips crash into mine. He devours me with the same dedication that brought me not one, but two orgasms earlier.
I melt under his rough handling, and for the second time tonight I come to the same conclusion. Sometimes surrendering empowers.
He drags me to the edge of the sofa and unzips my dress. “Let me see those beautiful tits, baby.”
I wiggle out of my sleeves. My dress is now a scrunch of fabric at my waist. The throaty rasp that passes through his lips at the sight of my bra makes me spread my legs wider. Okay, I’ll find my dignity later.
Dominic pulls down both cups at the same time, freeing my breasts. He flicks his tongue over one peak and his finger over the other, and I arch into him.
“Fuck, Chils, you’re beautiful.”
And I feel like a goddess. Not something I searched for. I don’t have body image issues, but Dominic’s praise is easily addictive. I hope there is an antidote, because there is no way I can survive this without getting another hit.
I want to take control, if nothing else for my own sanity, but his skilled tongue has me wriggling under him again.
“You’re mine tonight. Stop fighting it, Chils.” He bites my nipple and I yelp, the burning ache spreading like a wildfire. The way he insists on marking my body is infuriating, but I’m past caring.
“Only tonight,” I manage, though my voice shakes.
Dominic looks at me and his lips curl into that smug grin of his. He hoists me up and carries me into his bedroom, and shows me how letting go of control is good for me. The best.
It doesn’t take long before I welcome his dominance with abandon. For this one night, I’m truly his, and it’s so liberating I fear I won’t recover.
Chapter14
Dominic
Ijerk awake. It must be still the middle of the night because the darkness is deep. I turn my head to follow the sound that woke me. The sheets rustle as London attempts to stand up unheard.
“Sneaking out on me, Chils?” I roll on to my side and prop my head in my hand.
I didn’t expect any less of her. She’s someone who craves control. She needs it in her life and there is nothing wrong with that, but she manages too much, especially when it comes to her own feelings.
I thought she was just an angry, bitter woman at first. But I can see now how anger is her go-to defense mechanism.
I needed to get her out of her head, so she could experience the fun beyond her carefully built shields. But I knew it would spook her. Like an animal captured in a cage—though she constructed the cage herself—she tasted freedom last night at a level of exposure unprecedented for her. And now she is running.
“I’m not doing the walk of shame once my dad is up.” She pulls the sheet and wraps it around her while looking around for her things.
“There’s no shame. We’re dating.” I smile at her pathetic attempt at modesty as she trips on the sheet sheathing her naked body.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. Don't forget this is a fake relationship.” She stops fidgeting around and faces me.
A cone of the street light casts shadows across her face. It’s beautiful, hiding some of her features in the darkness and softening the other half with a yellow hue. Just like her, half shielded and half shining through. But I can see the shield growing stronger again.
My eyes roam down her long neck and smooth shoulders. Her skin was like silk under my fingertips last night. My cock stirs. This woman got me back in the saddle and it was fucking nirvana. To dominate London Lowe while she struggles and fights against it—at least mentally—was too satisfying.
“There was nothing fake about the way you screamed my name last night.” I reach to turn on the lamp.
She sighs. “Don’t get too cocky, Cressard. This was a one-off.”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Chils.”
She shakes her head and picks up her dress and shoes from the floor. “So, shoe fetish?” She dangles them on her finger, biting her lips but failing to stifle the grin.
“I didn’t know about it until you showed up last night.” I check my watch. “Come back to bed, Chils. Your dad won’t be up for a couple of hours.”
“I still need some shut-eye.” She angles toward the bathroom.
