Page 75 of Until You Break

He groans, low and guttural, like the sound is being ripped from his chest, and his lips crash against mine again. His hands roam over my body, rough and violent, and I arch into him, my thighs trembling as his fingers dig painfully into my hips.

“This,” he mutters, his mouth trailing down my jaw to the sensitive spot just below my ear. “This is where you belong. Right here, under me. Mine.”

“And you’re mine,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Don’t forget that.”

His lips curl into a smirk against my skin, and he leans back slightly, his hands gripping my hips as he looks down at me. “How could I forget, Little Sinner? You made damn sure I couldn’t.”

“Then show me,” I whisper, my voice daring, my body arching against him. “Show me I’m yours.”

His smirk returns, dark and dangerous, and his hands trail down to grip my thighs, spreading them wider. “Careful what you ask for, baby,” he says, his tone dripping with promise. “I don’t do things halfway.”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” I shoot back, my voice steady despite the way my pulse races.

He chuckles and leans down, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that’s softer this time. “Goddamn, I love you,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible, like the words are meant for him as much as they are for me.

The admission makes my chest ache, and I blink up at him, my throat tight. “I love you too,” I whisper, the words falling from my lips before I can think, before I can stop them.

Dominic doesn’t give me time to catch my breath before he’s lifting me into his arms like I weigh nothing, his lips meeting mine as he carries me out of the garage. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close, and I lose myself in the intensity of his kiss.

The familiar scent of motor oil and pine fills my senses as he strides through the house, each step purposeful and commanding. I barely register the halls and rooms we pass through—rooms I’ve seen before, during another lifetime, when things weren’t nearly this raw.

“Dominic,” I manage to gasp against his lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he tightens his grip on me.

“Shut up,” he growls as his mouth moves to my neck. His teeth graze the sensitive skin just below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “You’ve had five years to talk. Now it’s my turn to show you exactly what you’ve been running from.”

His words send a surge of heat rushing through me, and I bite back a whimper as he pushes open the door to his bedroom with his foot. The room is dark, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the windows.

He doesn’t hesitate. He strides to the bed and drops me onto it unceremoniously; the force making me bounce slightly against the mattress.

I barely have time to breathe before he’s on me again, his body covering mine, his hands gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head. He kisses me like I’m the air he needs to survive, his tongue slipping past my lips, the ball of his piercing grazing against mine in a way that sends a shiver racing down my spine.

I moan into his mouth; the sound swallowed by his low growl as he grinds his hard cock against my core.

“Goddamn,” he mutters against my lips, sending another wave of heat pooling low in my belly. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

His hands slide down my sides, his calloused fingers leaving a burning trail in their wake as they reach the hem of my dress. In one swift motion, he pulls it over my head, tossing it to the floor without a second thought. His hands slide behind my back, unclasping my bra with practiced ease, and he tosses it aside as well.

His gaze drops, and I watch as his dark eyes drinking me in like I’m the most intoxicating thing he’s ever seen. I squirm under his intense scrutiny, but he stops me with a firm grip on my thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

My skin heats as his eyes trace every curve, every dip, every stretch mark. But instead of insecurity, I feel something else—power. Because the way he looks at me, like I’m his entire world, makes me feel invincible.

“You’re staring,” I whisper, trying to sound teasing, but my voice trembles, betraying the way my heart pounds in my chest.

“Damn right, I’m fucking staring,” he growls, leaning down to press a kiss to the curve of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “I’ve earned this. Every inch of you. Mine to worship. Mine to ruin.”

I arch into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, a gasp slipping past my lips as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin just above my collarbone.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “Always have been. I love the way your body begs for me, even when your mouth fights me.”

“Shut up,” I manage to bite out, though the words lack any real venom.

He chuckles, the sound low and dark, vibrating against my chest as he moves lower, his lips brushing over the swell of my breasts.

“Make me,” he taunts, his tongue flicking against my skin, drawing another gasp from me.

My cheeks flush, but before I can respond, his mouth is on me again, his tongue circling one of my nipples, his teeth grazing it just enough to make my breath hitch. My back arches off the bed, a moan slipping past my lips as his tongue flicks over me, the cool ball of his piercing a sharp contrast to the heat of his mouth.

He drags my panties down my legs, leaving me bare before him. His hands linger on my thighs, his fingers tracing the soft curves, his gaze never leaving mine.

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