Page 72 of Between Love and Loathing
He hummed. “If you want honesty, I’ll give you some. I’m going to fuck that pussy so good you’ll always be mine. You know that, right? Once I have you, you won’t want anybody else.”
I was actually concerned he might be right about that. Still, I wouldn’t admit it. “If you say so, Dominic.”
He must have heard the hitch in my voice, heard that I was concerned about it because he smiled. “Go on, little fighter. Roll those hips a little more. Fuck your hand like you’d fuck my cock. Get my pussy nice and wet.”
His mouth was filthy, and I told him so. Then I said, “And it’s not yours. It’s mine.”
He chuckled as his hand drifted to my neck where he gripped me firmly before shoving me down onto the desk. “Everything of yours is mine, Clara. When will you see? I am taking ownership of you. Now, lift your shirt so I can see everything that’s mine. I want those tits on display.”
His hands went to them immediately when I lifted it. He pinched my sensitive nipples, pulled at them how I liked. He knew my body better than I knew it myself, and I continued to indulge, continued to let him learn more and more because I couldn’t stop myself. Even if I had to remind us that we were limited on time with each other, I was taking every second of it with him that I could at this point. And I wanted him as lost to me as I was to him.
I worked my pussy, feeling my arousal everywhere on my legs, on his desk, on my hand. I moaned his name and let myself indulge in every sensation. My thighs trembled against his, and I watched how the head of his cock swelled, how his forearms tensed, the veins snaking around. He muttered swear after swear with his eyes locked onto my sex. When I was almost there, I grabbed his belt loops and commanded him this time, “Get us there together, Dominic.”
“Clara—” he warned. One of his hands was still at my throat and the other slowed the rhythm of pumping his cock.
I didn’t give him an out. “Please,” I begged. I wanted him lost with me at that moment. “I deserve it.”
His cock throbbed against my clit, and my body moved on its own accord, trying to get closer to him, trying to get him to slide in like he’d give me life, give me ecstasy. It was his turn to lose control, and when I looked into his eyes, they were wild. Gone was the man who didn’t indulge. Here, I saw how he wanted everything.
Dominic Hardy was a taker, vicious in his pursuit of conquering the world, and I wanted him to conquer me now.
“You want this?” he ground out as he squeezed my throat, his other hand moving his cock back and forth over me. Then his thumb brushed my clit, and I wiggled against him faster. I nodded. “Say it, baby. Own it.”
He let go a little on my neck. “I want you, Dominic. I’m on birth control and my tests are clear,” I whispered.
He smiled and leaned close. “Good, because nothing is going to be between us when I fuck you. Ever. You realize that, right?” His statement felt deep, too intimate for what we were doing. “Tell me again. Louder this time, little fighter. What do you want? Own. It.” His voice was full of force, ruthless in his pursuit to make even our fuck perfection.
“I want you to fuck me. I want it now.” I slammed my hand on his desk, frustrated that he didn’t just give me what I wanted.
He let go of my neck to run his thumb up my jaw. I gasped as he slid the head of his dick inside me. My pussy clenched immediately, feeling full already. “Jesus.” I closed my eyes. “You’re bigger than—”
“Big enough to fit you just right, baby. You scared I won’t fit?”
I nibbled at my bottom lip, not sure if I wanted to voice my concern.
He dipped down and licked my breast, bit my nipple, tugged it with his teeth. I whimpered, but my legs spread further as he pushed himself in another inch. “See how your body listens. You’re made just for me.”
For some reason, I wanted it to be true. Even if it was just for a few months. He thrust in and out of me, slow at first, like he was giving me time to adjust as his hands swept over my body, touching all the right places. My walls clenched around him, feeling him everywhere. He was hard, solid, thick, and pulsing just for me. Stretching me. Making everything just right.
He pulled out again, thrust in harder this time, and the pleasure was instant and all consuming. I felt myself shudder as I moaned loud, building toward destruction or salvation, I wasn’t sure which.
Either way, I wanted us to reach it together. I was vulnerable here, baring my soul like a woman who’d finally figured out she was confident enough to do so. And sex with him shouldn’t have been that. Dominic Hardy was becoming my safe place, and I knew that meant he would be my catastrophic disaster too. “I want you like this every time, Dominic,” I blurted out and held his gaze, trying to make it clear. “Show me it’s me you want.”
“I fucking want you spread on my desk every night. I want you screaming my goddamn name and no one else’s ever,” he growled as his cock pumped in me again, the sound of our skin colliding grew louder.
Believing him was ridiculous. A man would say anything after feeling good. Plus, Dominic’s mouth worked in a charming and filthy way. Even still, my legs looped around his backside and held him close for another minute.
I’d indulge in our fake fantasy for a minute longer.
Just another minute was all I wanted.
“Come on me then, Dominic. I want you in me, on me, all around me. Show me.”
DOMINIC
She was demanding her needs now, pointedly and with authority.
Gone was my cupcake and in her place was the little fighter, brilliant, beautiful, and completely naked on my desk.
