Page 63 of Ruined By the Enemy
I’m tired.So freaking tired.
“I don’t think there’s any jumping,Mr.Moretti,” I drawl. “Because it would imply I’m pulling things out of thin air. The evidence is out there,” I thrust a hand on my hip. “I dropped Blackwater into your lap after you’ve been struggling to get them for months. What did you do?”
I jab my finger in the air, expecting him to step back, but he doesn’t budge. “You took it and then proceeded to label me a… a,” I groan inwardly when the right word refuses to come to me.
Dom tilts his head, watching me with a lazy expression. “A what?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I hiss. “What I know is that you’re an ungrateful man who constantly thinks everybody is out to get him, and because of that, you’re always second-guessing everything.”
“I could say the same about you, Miss Greco,” he replied calmly.
My brows shoot up. “Oh? Where’s your proof?”
His proof—he takes a step towards me. Then another, until I’m backed into a corner. Then he leans in, and his voice drops to a whisper. “Here.” I feel his warm breath on my face as he speaks, and it mingles with the wine in my system like a potent drug.
His thumb brushes over lines I didn’t know had formed on my forehead. “Here.” It drops just below my eye, and I swallow instinctively. “And here,” Dom murmurs.
I pull my lips in, pursing them tightly when he dips closer, leaving mere inches between caution and danger. “It’s everywhere, Sophie. You like to think you’re clever, which,” heshrugs, “you are, but not when you’re around me. I can see through you. Easily.”
Can he see the churning in my stomach?The fluttering that has me in knots?
“You should work on your reverse psychology a little more,” I say with the last speck of defiance left in me, but my chin barely lifts more than an inch. “It’s lacking.”
“Is it?” His mouth lifts in mock amusement. “Because I can tell it’s working perfectly.”
His gaze drops to my chest, and I clench my thighs in defense—from him or myself, I’m not sure—but I prove his point when he lifts his head with a knowing, smug smile.
“See?” he says quietly. “You have secrets, too, Sophie Greco. And they force you to make plans in advance… to cover your tracks so people don’t find out who you truly are.”
I can hear my heart pounding through my ears, and my nerves are pulled taut, but I refuse to cower. “Prove it,” I say before I can rethink my words.
Before I realize the double entendrein them.
His smile deepens like he was waiting for exactly that. Without warning, his hand lifts and his fingertips graze just beneath the hem of my shirt.
It might’ve been the wind, but my skin sparks under his touch, lust blooming across my abdomen, and the soft breath that escapes my lips gives me away.
I try to stay calm, but I know I’ve lost that battle the second his eyes flick up to my face. They’re no longer smug but heavy and intense, with something coiling low in my belly.
“Your face is red,” he says. “Your lips are parted. You look needy, Sophie Greco,” he smirks. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”
I open my mouth to fire back, but don’t get the chance.
He’s on me in a second, with a kiss that knocks the breath from my lungs. His hand fists the back of my shirt, dragging me forward as his other hand finds my waist, rough and unforgiving.
Choking on a fractured moan that he swallows before it can slip out, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, I curl into Dom, locking my arms around his neck, my hips anything but slow as they grind against his thighs.
He pushes me back into the counter, and I reach back for support, knocking over the glass of wine. He pulls back just enough to see the mess, and his mouth is on me again, dragging along my throat as he yanks my shirt up.
I arch my back, my head reeling and my lips parted with broken whimpers as his mouth trails down between my breasts, his tongue teasing my nipples until it feels like I might break.
“Dom.” His name spills out in a helpless cry.
Him. I shouldn’t want him this much,and yet—
He lifts me onto the counter, grabbing my thighs and spreading them open. I yank him close as he moves in, raking my fingers over his shoulders and down his back.
My fingers lift to his head as he rubs his face between my breasts, the roughness of his shaved beard and the wet heat from his mouth turning me desperate.
