Page 115 of The Scandal You Started
Rayna was a treasure.His treasure.
A difficult, testy one at that too, but his to cherish and own.
“You contradict yourself, sweetheart,” he whispered, coasting the hand still trapped between them over the burning skin of her backside.
She spasmed under him with a choked whine. “Dominic.”
His lips curled, wolfish and wicked. “See, my love.” He moulded his palm to her soft flesh, harder than what must have felt comfortable, and her mouth opened wider. “You claim not to be mine, yet you lie under me, crying my name, this delightful arse tanned red by my hand.”
He slapped the side of her derriere, and she bit her lip and moaned. The feminine noise gripped his painfully hard dick and tugged, making him leak his spend in his smalls.
Oh, he needed to bury himself inside her. Pound into her. Claim her. Possess her.
Mine.
Not Jake’s.His. He needed to remind her.
With the thought domineering his actions, he skated his fingers around the shape of her rump and down between her legs. The tangle of fabric around her knees kept her thighs close together, but gosh, there was more than enough space for him to feel how wet she was as he traced two fingers between her swollen cunt.
He groaned. She sighed, trying and failing to widen her thighs. He nudged her clit ever so teasingly before dragging his fingers back up through her sex. Her head lifted on the sound of his name, and she tucked it back into the crook of his neck.
Dominic melted around her, cradling her close, but his intentions had by no means softened.
“This too,” he purred against her temple, prodding at her fluttering hole. “Your sweet pussy is mine, darling. All mine.” A lewd squelch rose between them when he pressed over her clit and back around it. “And you cannot deny that, can you? Not when you have wept for me so.”
He hooked his middle finger inside, pushing between the soft, snug muscles, listening to her shudder out a sigh as he slowly pumped it. Her charcoal eyes rolled when he forced in a second. He groaned in reply as pleasure squeezed his lungs theway Rayna squeezed his hand, his erection giving an angry and envious jerk.
“You are ravenous for me, my love.” He pumped faster, his timbre dropping. “You wish for my hard cock here. Filling you the way only I can. Me. Not Jake.Me.”
He rotated his fingers inside her and angled them down, pressing roughly into her sweet spot. She began panting and grinding her hips, fighting to escape the bind of her clothes.
“Take my shorts off,” she said quickly, breathlessly. “Take them off.”
Ignoring her, he drove into her hard, down to his knuckles, torturing that same place with the pads of his blunt fingers until he had her exactly where he wanted her.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she chanted so quietly. “Dominic, I’m—I…”
She was on the verge of an orgasm. Just a few more gasps. A few more thrusts. And she—
Rayna bared the full column of her neck, trying to escape her own body, as her jaw collapsed.
And Dominic pulled his fingers out with a sloppy sound.
She shrieked. Not in pleasure. But in utter frustration.
Dark, depraved satisfaction swirled through his veins.
“No,” she snapped, throwing an angry, muddled glare up at him. “Put your fingers back in. Dominic, put them back in. Now, fucking bastard.”
He dipped his head until his cruel smirk just brushed her lips. “Cry all you want, sweetheart. But your pleasure is mine too.”
He clamped his mouth over hers and kissed her.
No, he tried to consume her. Messily. Greedy for the sweet, buttered popcorn lingering in her warm taste. She fought him, protested her lack of orgasm with nipping teeth and a lashing tongue. But he groaned and weighed on her, kissed her harder.He subdued her by giving her everything, and she took until her trembling body could take no more.
She tore away, swaying as she gulped and gasped. He shook like a bloody newborn foal, barely able to see through his intoxicated haze.
His need to be inside her forced him to slide back and upright anyway. He made quick work of ripping his T-shirt off, then slid his matching pyjama bottoms and black boxers down to his knees, lacking the patience and cognitive ability to take them off completely.
