Page 64 of Ruined By the Enemy
“Dom,” I moan, reaching for the waistband of his pants. My hand slips in easily, and it curls aroundhim,stroking loosely.
He lifts his head, eyes wild—the black nearly swallowed by white.
“Hell,” he breathes, ragged and low, like the word has been punched out of him. His chest heaves once or twice like he’s fighting to stay sane.
My grip tightens. He groans, sharp and guttural, and his head drops back, his jaw clenched and throat exposed.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” he rasps, a crooked smile flickering across his lips.
I lean in, close enough that my breath brushes his ear as I drag my fist down the length of him, then back up, slow and deliberate.
He shudders, and I feel it rush through him and into my hand. “Should I make you earn it?” he growls as he pulls my hand out, grabs the other, and pins them behind my back.
My bottom lip quivers, but it’s with excitement. I can feel myself… wet, aroused, waiting for him to touch me how he wants.
“Not here,” he says. “I want you spread out and wide-eyed when I bring you to climax. When my tongue is between your thighs, I want you fisting the sheets, shaking because you know I won’t stop until you break for me.”
He shouldn’t be the one to break me.I shouldn’t let anyone see me like this, open, needy, completely at someone else’s mercy.
No one has ever gotten this close or made me want to be touched this badly.
But I lean back anyway, biting my lip hard as my chest rises, breath shallow, while Dom peels my shorts down and spreads my legs wider.
His touch is light, teasing, and cruel. The slow drag of his finger in lazy circles, inching higher to my pussy. It’s close enough that I tremble and could fall apart from the promise alone.
Then he drops to his knees.
I gasp as his mouth replaces his hand, and he licks once, slow and thorough, and I nearly slide off the counter with a muffled sob.
“Dom—”
He lifts his head with a lazy smile, then dips low and licks me again, until it’s all I can do not to scream. And then, suddenly, I’m weightless.
He lifts me without a word, strong arms curling under my thighs as my legs hook around his waist. “You thought that was it?” He laughs when I give him a confused look. “You asked me to prove a point, Sophie Greco. I’m anything if not thorough.”
Thoroughhasmy ass bouncing on his thighs with every step he takes, his hard-on pressing against my bare skin. I drop my head on his shoulder, breathing heavily.
Dom drops me on the bed and kisses me hard, muddling my brain before I can gather a single thought. His mouth moves to my neck, then lower, and I feel him smiling against my skin.
“I want to hear how you sound when you come with my tongue inside you,” he murmurs, voice rough, “and then I want to fuck you so deep you feel me even when you’re not thinking about me.”
“But before then,” he pulls away so fast that the cold that replaces his warmth feels like a slap. “I need to get something.”
He leaves and returns before I can feel self-conscious, holding a bottle of wine and a glass. The wine I was drinking.
“What…?” I frown. “What is that for?”
He makes his way to the bed and pauses at the edge, eyes trailing slowly over my body, drinking me with so much desire.
“You were drinking earlier,” he murmurs. “It’s my turn now. But I want to drink it off you. The taste of your skin, the smell of red wine…” He pours some into the glass and sets the bottle down. “It’s the perfect combination, don’t you think?”
Ithinkhe might ruin me.
Holding the wine glass steady, Dom climbs onto the bed and settles beside me, close enough that I can feel the heat of him before he even touches me. My breath stutters. My pulse ticks like a time bomb behind my ribs.
He lifts the glass to his lips, never breaking eye contact, and takes a slow sip.
Then he leans in, catching my chin between his fingers and guiding my mouth to his.
