Page 193 of The Scandal You Started
“I love you,” she panted and dipped a hand between their bodies. “I love you so much, Dominic—”
He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I love you too.”
“But Ireallyneed you to fuck me like you hate me right now.”
He hissed as she clasped a fist around his dick and rapidly shook his head. “Impossible.”
“Possible. Very, completely possible.” She rubbed his crown between her pussy lips, watching him visibly fight the urge to press forward, before notching him just inside her. “Fuck me hard and deep. As hard and as deep as you can.Please. Please, Dominic. I need it.”
“You damned vixen,” he growled and crashed his lips against hers.
Rayna jolted and cried into his mouth as he slammed his pelvis down, shoving his length into her. Pleasure lanced with a sweet ache flooded through her.
Oh, she was sore. Overworked and used and moulded in the thick shape of him. But fuck, she loved it—knowing he’d been inside her for hours, being able to feel the lingering throb of him there. She wanted to make the feeling permanent. A constant reminder that he was there and hers, and she was his, now, forever, and always.
“I wanted to be gentle. I wished to make love to you,” Dominic grumbled through gritted teeth, pounding into her hard and deep and mean. “But no. No, you begged me to ravish you like a shameless minx. But you will beg me to be gentle when I am done with you.”
Her pillow sank into the mattress as he anchored his fists deeper, forcing her legs, hooked over his forearms, higher. And the angle let him slip deeper, smoother, quicker, rubbing every spot that made her nerves sing an otherworldly melody.
“Fuck,” she shrieked, the pleasure and pain making her eyes water.
He grunted above her as hethrust, thrust, thrustlike a fucking animal, rocking the whole bed, and Rayna couldn’t keep quiet, mewling like a cat in heat for all the neighbourhood to hear.
She shook down to the bone, screaming Dominic’s name when her orgasm hit her. With a few more brutal thrusts, he roared as he followed her over.
Wordless moments later, she lay sprawled, sweaty and vibrating, on top of him, his arms locked around her and his cock still buried inside her.
She lifted her head and smiled. “I love you.”
The beautiful, flushed man huffed, then shook his head tiredly as a reluctant curl lifted his mouth. “You very much intend to wield those three words against me whenever you wish to have your way, is that not correct, my love?”
She arched her brows in playful consideration. “Would it work if I did?”
“Always,” he whispered and kissed her grin.
Early that afternoon, once Rayna and Dominic had showered, satisfied their hunger, and had sex once more, George rang her mobile.
“Hello?” he said when she answered. “Are you decent? Can you and Dominic please get decent? Me, Benedict, and V are outside the house and want to come in. And for the love of Neves, please air the whole damn house out before you let us in.”
George cut the call without giving her time to reply, and while Dominic grinned proudly, Rayna grumbled, her cheeks burning, as they went around opening all the windows.
In all honesty, Rayna had completely forgotten about George and Benedict’s existence until she and Dominic had gone downstairs and she’d seen Benedict’s board games and car keys lying exactly where they’d been left, along with the bouquet of roses Dominic had brought.
After the scent of sex was cleared by the cool, crisp air, Rayna opened the front door and found Victor’s car parked along the pavement. Victor and George got out of the front seats while Benedict got out of the back, then the three of them came inside.
“Bloody woods, what did you do to his neck?” George exclaimed in both horror and amusement the moment he saw Dominic.
“Do this with your hand if you’re in danger,” Benedict added, showing Dominic his hand as he curled four fingers over his thumb into a fist.
Dominic chuckled, his shoulders puffing with pride, as he ran a hand over the bruised love bites all over his neck. Rayna blushed furiously, her gaze colliding with the slight grimace on Victor’s face before he lowered his head and adjusted his glasses.
Fuck. Probably should’ve covered those up.
They all sat on the sofas after that, and George and Benedict attacked Dominic with a rush of questions with the curiosity of five-year-old children.
When the conversation finally broke, Victor said, “The POTeM Board wants to speak to you both now that Dominic’s back.”
“Today?” Rayna asked.
