Page 87 of Between Love and Loathing
Brilliant.
And a master at everything he put his mind to. That included him getting on his knees before me and lifting my skirt. He dragged one finger up my thigh as he set about ravaging my pussy. He took his time. “Legs wider, baby. I always want full access to what’s mine.”
“Not yours really.” But I totally spread them anyway.
He rubbed his hand back and forth across his jaw. “Might be fake dating, baby, but this pussy is mine for real.”
With that, he didn’t hesitate in descending on me again like the ruthless man he was. He devoured me, unrelenting as he rolled my clit between his fingers and thrust his tongue deep inside me. He didn’t want to take his time here. He wanted to establish that he could unravel me within seconds. His eyes were determined as he held my gaze, one hand gripping my hip so hard I knew there would be bruises later. My fingers dug into his hair, wanting it just as badly before I went over the edge.
My breath came faster and faster. And I know Valentino and Rita couldn’t see me, I knew they had no idea of my position, but there was no way my breathing was quiet enough. How her jaw dropped and then snapped up before she licked her lips and straightened her jacket before she walked off in a huff was a clear indicator they knew exactly what we were doing. I couldn’t be bothered by the fact that Valentino stayed just a second longer, his jaw tensing. All I could do was try my best not to scream.
Right before I did, though, Dominic’s hand was on my throat, squeezing it so tight I couldn’t make a sound. I orgasmed over his tongue silently and then he let go as he came up to kiss my mouth, my sex and his saliva mingled together with mine. The taste was all-consuming, like we’d mixed all our emotions up with our desires and our frustrations and somehow found a raw pleasure in them.
He went to my ear and said, “No one gets to hear the sound of you coming on my mouth but me, little fighter. Not unless we agree otherwise.”
My eyes flicked to where Valentino had been standing, but he was gone now. I guess they could wonder, but no one could confirm for sure now whether I’d been letting our boss eat me out in the conference room.
“Jesus, Dominic, we can’t do that here ever again.” I shook my head as my mind started to clear, but he had the audacity to press his thumb into my swollen clit.
“That so?”
I whimpered, locking eyes with his hungry green ones. “Dominic, enough. Your apology was more than acceptable. And I couldn’t come again if I tried—”
“You’re not trying. I am. And I don’t try. I just do. Now, lie back, baby. Let your boss give you another one. This time, scream as loud as you want.”
DOMINIC
She screamed my name over and over before whimpering that she didn’t care where we were at this point, she just wanted me to fuck her.
I almost did.
I was that close.
Yet, I’d wanted her all night and that meant we had to go the fuck home.
Plus, I’d seen the way Valentino had looked at her in that meeting, how he’d waited to hear her outside the fucking doors. Knowing she’d hired him to help her had me seeing red all over again.
And she’d also spent over half a million of my money. Not that it was worth shit to me. But the point was I could deliver her punishment better at home. She needed to understand that this was a real relationship, and I was really never going to let her walk all over me.
Fuck. That was a lie.
I would in fact let her do whatever the hell she wanted. Still, reddening her ass was going to give me a sick amount of pleasure.
The ride home was quiet. I don’t know if she was thinking about me eating her out in the resort, like we both knew I shouldn’t have, or if she was thinking about what would happen when we got home.
As we walked through the entrance, she took her shoes off quietly, and her cats weaved their way through our legs before disappearing back into my study. She hadn’t turned around to face me yet, and I was surprised that she actually started to walk to her room without so much as a good night.
Did she think we were done? “Clara, you realize we still need to discuss your purchases and your hiring of an assistant today?”
“I…” She narrowed her eyes, and the angry fire behind her concern and embarrassment of the night ignited. “We already discussed that.”
I shook my head slowly. “No. Go ahead and change, but be back out here in a minute to finish the discussion.” I waved her forward and saw her jaw set before she spun on a heel and stomped to her room. The door slammed not a second later, and then she was gone for a good while.
She took her time, made me wait. More than twenty minutes.
And then she met me in the kitchen with a languid walk of hers wearing a sleep shirt that was deep red. She was basically waving that color in front of a bull. She wanted a fight, and I was about to give her one.
“You’re twenty minutes late,” I pointed out, trying to hold onto my anger. Most people didn’t make me wait.
