Page 79 of Sweetest Sin
“Hello there,” he says, flashing me a boyish grin that might work on most women, but does absolutely nothing for me.
With his messy blond hair and green eyes, he’s cute, but he doesn’t hold a candle to Dominick’s gray eyes and sexy smirk.
“Hi,” I say back, giving him a polite smile before I turn back around and move closer to Brielle, hoping he’ll get the message.
But apparently, he doesn’t because a second later, his hands are back on me—only, instead of going to my hips like they did last time, he has the audacity to run them down my ass.
I spin around and get in his face, ready to tell him not to ever touch me again, but before a single word makes its way out, he’s ripped away from me by …
“Oh shit,” I breathe, my eyes meeting Dominick’s.
“You see this man?” Dominick says, his tone so cold that even in this overly hot club, shivers race up my spine. “You let him touch you, and now, what happens next is on your conscience.”
He turns his back on me and nods toward the two men who have surrounded the guy that had his hands on me.
It takes a second for my alcohol-induced brain to compute what he just said, but once I do, I race toward him, grabbing the curve of his elbow.
“Dominick, wait.”
He stills but doesn’t look at me.
“Please,” I yell over the music. “I didn’t let him touch me. I was about to tell him not to do it again, but then?—”
Slowly, he turns to look at me, and the moment I take in his glacial gray eyes, I realize my mistake. If I didn’t let him touch me, then that means he did it without my permission.
Dominick nods toward the men, and they grab the guy by his biceps, dragging him off the dance floor.
Oh God, they’re going to kill him, and it will be my fault. Sure, he shouldn’t have touched me, but we’re at a club, and things like this happen. I would’ve told him not to do it again, and he would’ve moved on to another woman.
But now …
“Stop, please!” I shout, about to run past Dominick to beg his men not to kill the guy.
But before I can get to them, Dominick hooks his arm around my waist and hauls me into an area similar to the one I was in with Brielle and her friends. Only this one is bigger and situated in the corner and the curtains are closed.
When we get inside, Dominick barks something to one of his men, who nods and closes the front curtain, leaving us in total privacy.
Dominick picks me up and sets me on the mini bar that is used to hold and serve liquor, and instinctively, my legs wrap around his torso.
“Dominick, please,” I beg. “Don’t kill?—”
“Enough,” he barks. “I don’t want to hear you begging for that man’s life to be spared. It was bad enough I had to watch him groping what is mine. You will not defend him.”
His words both turn me on and piss me off because …
“Fuck you! I was handling him just fine. And the last time I checked, I’m not an object you possess. If I want to let him or anyone touch me, I?—”
My rant is cut off when his fingers wrap around the base of my throat, and he pushes my head back until it hits the wall behind me.
And then his mouth is on mine. The kiss starts off one-sided, Dominick licking the seam of my lips, but when I get a taste of him, I can’t help but groan into his mouth.
With my lips momentarily parted, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. His tongue massages mine, and I slide my hands over his abs, needing to touch him in some way. Between his jacket and dress shirt and pants, there are too many articles of clothing separating my hands from his flesh, and I sigh in annoyance, making him break the kiss.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his eyes locking with mine. “Mine to touch.” He tightens his grip on my throat with one hand and runs the other one up my naked thigh. “Mine to kiss.” He brushes his lips against mine gently and then nips my bottom lip, making me hiss. “Mine to fuck.” He shoves his hand between my legs, and like the horny bitch I am, I spread them more to help him gain better access.
His fingers delve under my panties, and when they slide between my wet folds, he groans. “Fuck, baby. You’re soaking wet. Does that turn you on? Me staking my claim on you?” He removes his hand and brings his glistening fingers up to his mouth, sucking on his pointer and middle fingers. “So damn perfect.”
The front curtain moves slightly, and I’m reminded of what we were arguing about before he distracted me with his mouth and fingers.
