Page 56 of Between Love and Loathing
His eyes darkened, and he swore before his hand dipped under the lace and slid over my pussy. “Right. So wet for a woman who barely glances at her boyfriend through the night. Was your pussy dripping like this at the club? Was it really for someone else?” When I didn’t answer him immediately, he growled. “Should I fuck you so good, you’ll never think of anyone else?”
I whimpered but didn’t answer him and bit my lip to keep the confession from bursting out of me.
He chuckled darkly as he watched me, pinching my nipple and my clit at the same time. “Clara, I want an answer.”
Giving him an answer would only serve to feed his ego, give him the upper hand, give him the edge he had on me already. How could I tell my fake boyfriend I’d wanted him to fuck me all night? That’s all I’d thought about when his cock was grinding against me as we danced for just a little while, I’d thought about his eyes latched onto me as I dragged my hands across my dress on the bar, I’d thought about his mouth on mine for much too long.
When I shook my head no and whimpered, he must have realized the challenge. Dominic Hardy was ruthless always. He strived for perfection, wanted everything of his to be desired, and needed to be the best even if this was a fake relationship. He’d make me feel wanted, he’d make me feel desired, he’d make me feel like I was his and he was mine. He’d make a relationship of perfection.
Even if it was fake. Even if I’d start to believe it was real.
Yet, my attempt to stop the train wreck I knew would occur after this was feeble at best. I moaned out, “I don’t think this is a good idea.” But my hips rolled back as I pressed my back further into him, his length so big against it that my pussy clenched at the thought of having him try to fit within me. Yep, my body screamed that it was a fantastic idea, but I ignored it. “Do you want a drink or something to eat?”
“I intend to eat, cupcake.” His hand massaged my breast, and I knew that look, knew as he leaned his head down that he would go right to my neck. When he did and sucked hard again, I moaned. “But I only want dessert, Clara. And all you have to do is sit on my face to serve it to me.”
“Things will get too complicated, Dominic,” I reminded him. “This is only for a few months and not at all real.”
He thrust against my back. “That feel real to you, baby?”
God, I wanted him. Wanted this. And why couldn’t I? What would it really hurt? The words left my mouth softly, “Only this once.”
“Once won’t be enough.” He stepped back to unbutton his shirt, then discarded it before he was back against me. “You need to look in love with me anyway. I need to look ravenous for you. It’s the only way people will believe it.”
“I don’t know what …” He slid one finger in me and watched me with those piercing green eyes as I whimpered out, “Oh, God.”
“That’s right. You only want one time? My pussy seems to be begging me for more than that, baby. My pussy loves when I take care of it,” he whispered against my ear as he curled his finger into me. Gasping, I bucked against his hand. “Tell me how you don’t want the orgasm I’m about to give you.”
No words left my mouth as I stared at him while he rolled my nipple between two fingers.
“That’s right,” he whispered darkly and then chuckled, “You can’t, can you? So say what you really want, cupcake. Say you want me to lick your pussy nice and slow, baby. Say you thought about it all fucking night.”
I shouldn’t have given in. I should have walked away before the destruction barreled through our lives and ruined us both. But I said, “I thought about your cock sliding into me all night.”
DOMINIC
Clara had unhinged something in me.
Unhinged and unleashed something too possessive and hungry to cage. And it was a deadly combination.
I’d felt it in the club, but here, in her little apartment she had no damn business living in, something in me snapped.
She didn’t take care of herself the way she should. She took care of everyone else, took in goddamn stray cats, said hi to creeps in the hallway, and didn’t complain about the fact that her apartment was barely habitable. The way her ceiling bowed wasn’t right and neither were the leaks in the corner. It didn’t take an engineer to see that.
I was going to rectify some things the next morning, that was fucking for sure. She wouldn’t be living here for another week, even if I had to drag her out. She was too selfless, but I was unbelievably selfish.
Fucking her tonight wouldn’t be good for either of us even though it’s all I wanted. I reminded myself of that over and over again as my hand worked her pussy. “You wanted my cock all night and yet you danced with and for other men for half of it.”
She smirked before she threw out, “Well, Noah is a good dancer.”
Goddamn. I loved to see the challenge in her eyes when she teased me, made me jealous, made me irrationally unstable for no other reason than to irritate me. Somehow, the woman I’d despised just a few weeks prior was the only one I wanted to be around now, the only one I wanted to stare at, listen to, fight with, and fuck.
“Is he good at eating your pussy, too, Clara?”
She frowned as I stopped for a second to see how far she wanted to push this game. “I…” She bit her lip. “He’s good, Dominic. Maybe the best I’ve had.”
So she wanted to fight and to infuriate me. “Careful, little fighter,” I said slowly and then stepped back, breaking off my touch with her. She gasped and then frowned as she tried to hide her rapid breathing. I stared at her. “You don’t want to regret how far you push me tonight.”
She narrowed her eyes and put her hands on the curve of her hips, standing there in lace lingerie, hot as hell. “I think if I’m going to go that far, I might as well go all the way.” Her breath was shaky as she breathed in and out, but still she said the next words slow and clear, so I heard every single one. “He’s given me some of the best orgasms of my life. And I’m not sure anyone will live up to the way he licked me here.” She pointed to her sex.
