Page 137 of Scorned Beauty
“What? Hugging Phil?”
“I don’t want any other man touching you.” He dragged me into his arms. “Got me? I didn’t even get to punch Tomlin.”
“No sense risking an assault charge, especially with witnesses,” I muttered.
Dom chuckled darkly. “See, you’re so good for me.”
“What? Reining in your crazy?”
“I’m about to show you crazy.”
Chapter
Thirty-Five
Dom
“Dom, what are you doing?!”
“Showing you my crazy.” I swung Sloane up into my arms and carried her into the stockroom. I was familiar with the layout of this venue. Of course I was. The crowd appeared to be made up of guests, but there was an army of security around.
I nodded to one of them now, as I swung her into the room where they kept extra tables and chairs.
I kicked the door closed, locked it, lowered Sloane, and caged her against it.
“What happened to taking it slow?” she breathed.
I raised a brow. “You had forty-eight hours.”
Her husky laugh vanquished my self-control. The need to possess her consumed me. I’d been dying for another taste of her sweet, sweet pussy. The compulsion to pound into her without restraint had tortured me to the point of insanity. It’d been too fucking long. I captured her lips and groaned into her mouth. Christ. That mouth that I’d been obsessing over all evening. All day, weeks, months. Her voice. Her turbulent green eyes. Everyinch of skin I wanted to devour. And with each plunge of my tongue, my craving for her intensified. She was an illicit drug I would never get over. My endless addiction.
My fingers snuck their way to the back of her gown and encountered the buttons I’d been debating how to tackle in the most expeditious way.
I tore my mouth away and said, “Forgive me,” before I ripped the fabric apart.
“Dom!” she gasped against my mouth, but I possessed it again. I’d been patient, I told myself. Sloane could stop me if she wanted, and I would, but I kept the assault on her senses going. The gown fell away easily, and I lifted her out of it before I braced her against the door again, barely letting go of her lips.
I leaned back, watching her beautiful face through hooded eyes. I was so drunk on her, the dim lighting in this room gave her an ethereal glow. An angel I was about to ravish.
I kissed her neck, then I lowered the bustier, exposing a nipple. I latched on to it, sucking the tight bud into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. Her moan almost made me come in my pants.
“Dom, oh God, I need you lower.”
I dropped to my knees. Conflicting desires warred inside me. Of wanting to worship at her feet and torment her with my mouth until she’d scream my name so everyone would know she was mine.
Possessiveness shoved that aside.
Even her screams of pleasure were mine and mine alone.
Her fingers dug into my scalp pushing my face to her core. I stroked a finger down her molten pussy. “Are you aching over here, baby?”
I slipped my finger behind the crotch of the underwear. Hot damn, she was soaking with need. I pressed my nose against her pussy. Her pussy that I hadn’t sunk into in months. Months!Jesus Christ, the thought was making me feral. I hoped this wasn’t a dream because I’d gladly die in it.
“Yes.”
“Then let me ease that ache.”
I bared her pussy to my eyes. Neatly trimmed red hair mixed with her slick arousal and I wanted to drown in it. I inhaled her, dragging my nose through her scent, spreading her juices, before the urging of her hands made me relent and saved us from more torture.
