Page 37 of Silent Betrayal

“Yes.”

Suddenly, I’m pushed backward on the couch with Dom looming over me, crashing his mouth to mine. His tongue forces its way in, showing his confidence, and it’s sexy as hell. He dominates my mouth and makes me groan. I wrap my arms and legs around him to pull him closer.

He tastes like cinnamon, and it’s intoxicating. I battle his tongue with my own as our lips seek each other. My hips start moving on their own, slowly grinding into him. A huge bulge presses against my thigh, and I can’t stop my body from moving to rub that part of him against my core. Thanks to my skirt hiking up on its own, the only thing between us is his jeans and my panties.

He growls into my mouth when my core finally makes solid contact with him. His hand grips my hip, helping to move my body against him. I whimper as a strong pressure rises inside me.

“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.” Dom pulls back from my mouth and starts kissing down my neck. I throw my head back as the hand on my hip slides down my leg, then back up under my skirt. His thumb plays with the side of my panties, and I start grinding against him faster.

“Dom,” I cry.

“Baby, I can barely control myself around you. That’s it, grind your tight little body against me. Use me to seek your pleasure,” he says, pulling my hip harder against him.

“Dom!”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I need—need…”

“Say it,” he growls.

“More. You. I want you.”

He growls in my ear, then sucks on my earlobe. “Kitten, you aren’t ready for that yet.”

“Says who?”

He keeps grinding himself into me but pulls back to look me in the eyes. “Are you a virgin, Kitten?”

I lick my lips and nod as I speak. “I think so.”

A flash of pain crosses his face as he stops his movement.

“No, please don’t stop,” I beg, reaching for him.

“Someone has touched you there, without your permission.” He doesn’t ask, but I nod anyway. I look of anger crosses his features and he clenches his jaw.

“I need to know, so I know what might trigger you. Will you tell me what they touched you with, that makes you unsure if you’re a virgin?”

“Fingers,” I whisper, trying not to flashback to those horrible memories.

“Did you bleed?” he asks through clenched teeth, clearly trying to hold it together.

I shake my head in response, afraid to speak.

“Okay, then you’re still a virgin. But even if you had bled, it wouldn’t matter. You know that? Whatever you tell me about your past won’t make me love you any less.”

“I love you too, Dominic.” Saying his full name feels right for this moment, and by the satisfied look on his face, I’d say I did the right thing. He presses his lips to mine and kisses me fiercely, helping me to grind myself against him again.

After a few minutes, he pulls back as we both pant heavily. His eyes roam my face as he asks, “you have to tell me if you need me to stop, promise me?”

“I promise,” I whisper as I grind against his jeans, wishing they were gone.

A scary smile crosses his face, sending shivers down my spine.

“If you want me, I’m going to have to prepare you first so I don’t hurt you. You’ll have to do as I say. Can you do that for me?” he asks, his fingers trailing the edge of my panties, getting very close to my core.

“Yes,” I gasp desperately.

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