Page 80 of Sweetest Sin
“Dominick, please,” I say, framing his face with my hands. “I want to be yours, but I can’t be with someone who can kill a man for touching me. I get it—violence is part of your world. But it can’t be part of mine. He was wrong to put his hands on me without permission, but it shouldn’t equal a death sentence, and I can’t have that on my conscience.”
He stares at me for several seconds, then nods and takes a small step back. I feel my stomach drop, thinking we’ve reached the end before we even got started.
I told him how I felt, and he can’t give me what I want … what I need. It’s better that we know this now, but it still hurts.
Dominick pulls out his phone, presses a button, and puts it to his ear. A moment later, he says, “Make sure he stays alive,” with his eyes trained on mine. “And no permanent damage,” he adds before hanging up.
Hope blossoms in my chest.
“Thank you,” I tell him, leaning in and kissing his lips.
He kisses me back, and within seconds, we’re right back where we left off—kissing and groping and grinding on one another.
He reaches around and fists my hair, tugging my head back so I’m forced to look at him, our mouths only millimeters apart.
“Tell me you want me,” he demands. “Tell me you want me to fuck this cunt until you’re screaming my name.”
He cups my pussy, and I squirm in my spot at the mere thought of him inside me. I had only spent one night with him years ago, but he was one of the best lovers I’ve ever been with.
I don’t know what our future holds, and there’s so much we need to discuss and figure out. But the one thing I do know is how much I want this man. It’s been months, and I know he’ll leave me satisfied.
“I want you,” I tell him. “Please, fuck me and make me scream your name.”
His mouth collides with mine, and his tongue delves between my parted lips.
My hands go to his jacket, tugging the material off him, and then I unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel his skin beneath my fingertips.
He spreads my legs wider and goes back to fingering me. I’m soaked, and even with the music blaring around us, I can hear the noise my pussy is making as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me.
“Fuck,” he groans, breaking the kiss so he can lick his way along my jaw and up my neck.
He sucks on the flesh just below my ear, and I clench my thighs in want. There’s just something about the way Dominick touches me. Like the only way he can find his pleasure is through me.
His fingers hit the spot deep within me, and when his thumb grazes my clit, that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.
“Jesus, woman.” He chuckles, stroking me through my orgasm. “How long has it been? That only took thirty seconds.”
“How about you shut up and fuck me?” I murmur, bringing my lips back to his.
The orgasm was good, but I know what his cock is capable of.
I reach for his pants, unbutton and unzip them, and then pull his hard length out of its confines. It’s long and thick and smooth, the way I remember it being. And my mouth waters at the thought of tasting him. But now isn’t the time. There are people just outside of this enclosure, and I want him inside me.
Before I can guide him into me, Dominick lifts me off the bar and pushes me against the back wall. He rips my panties off my body so they’re no longer in his way and then thrusts into me, filling me so full that I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
“You feel this?” he asks, pulling out slightly and then pushing back in. “You feel me inside of you?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Now, fuck me!” I beg.
He’s teasing me with this bullshit, and he knows it.
He tilts my head up and peers into my eyes, his own filled with lust and possession. “Tell me you’re mine, Peaches, and I’ll fuck you how you need.”
“I’m yours,” I tell him without thought.
“And nobody will ever touch your body but me?”
“Nobody will ever touch my body but you,” I breathe, desperate for him to fuck me.
