Page 117 of The Scandal You Started
“You are underneathme, Rayna,” he growled, tightening his hand around her wrist. “Not him. You desire me. Not him. Youchose me.Not. Him.” He punctuated his sentence with a hard pump. “You do not get to change your mind now. I won’t allow it.You are mine. You know you are.”
“I’m not…not an object. Dickhead,” she said between gasps.
“You are mine, nonetheless.” He buried the whisper in her hair and closed his eyes on the warm scent of cherries, vanilla, and her damp skin. “Say it. Say you are mine, and I will allow you your orgasm.”
He heard her sharp inhale before, “Don’t you dare. Dominic, don’t you fucking dare. I will kill you. I will kill you if you stop again.”
“Then say it. Say you are mine. Say it now.” She shook her head furiously, and he growled, irritated with her stubbornness. “You cannot come. I will not let you if you do not. So quickly. Say it, Rayna.Tell me you are mine.”
“No!”
Dominic roared as he wrenched himself out of her clasping sex. Rayna screamed her own anger, her hips rising in search of him. But he pulled off her and flipped her over.
Her head flew up off the edge of the mattress, eyes ablaze, hair clinging to her damp skin. Her cheeks were coloured with the frustration of denied pleasure. Had there been a sword next to her, he had no doubt she would have grabbed it and rammed it straight through his heart.
He wouldn’t have let her, though.Didn’t let her.
Clamping his hands around her waist, her legs dangling over his arms, he lifted her lower half off the mattress.
He shoved his dick back into her. Hard. Without mercy.
She bowed on a torn cry, her legs kicking up and hands catching his wrists.
He pounded into her, thrust mean and fast, not at all like a gentleman. But in that moment, he was nothing but a jealous fiend who needed to mark his woman inside and out. So hefucked her like one. He dented her skin with his fingers enough to leave white shadows around them. Ogled the visible peaks of her nipples, jostling behind her tight T-shirt. Grunted as his balls tightened and senses tunnelled on her.
He pressed forward when she scratched through the hairs at the very base of his stomach.
“You’re too deep,” she cried, ripping at his skin and cleaving a hissed moan from him. “Dominic, it’s too much.Dominic!” She bared her teeth. “Oh, fuck, it’s so good. It hurts so fucking good. I can’t—I need to come. I—”
She lurched one hand to where they were joined, ever so slightly grazing his cock before pressing over her swollen clit. And that single touch, the way she sobbed, the sudden tightness of her very nearly threw him under the racing cart of his orgasm.
“No,” he snapped, plunging hard and sloppy. “Say you’re mine. Tell me you are mine first!”
He was convinced she was going to put him through the torture of not hearing the words that would sate his soul for an eternity and force him to find the will to deny her again.
Except she trapped him in her liquid eyes and breathed, “You’re mine, Dominic.”
They weren’t the words he’d wanted to hear.
They were better.More powerful.Raw. Exactly what he hadn’t known he needed. A sweet sledgehammer to his heart, and a lit match under his pleasure.
He ignited in the exquisite satisfaction of hearing them so intensely that a husky whimper escaped the barrier of his teeth. It would have humiliated him in any other circumstance, but right then, it was the last thing he cared about.
I’m yours, my love.
Dominic couldn’t voice it, but he repeated it over and over in his mind as he gritted down the fullness in his balls andthrust, thrust, thrust. Until the bed shook under them, and Rayna’shead hung off the mattress as her fingers rapidly rubbed back and forth, and the grunted noises coming from him were as loud as the rapidslap, slap, squelchof their bodies.
And gosh, it seemed so sudden and yet not soon enough. The way she locked up all around him, coming up off the mattress onto nothing but her shoulders and his hands as she silently screamed and fell into oblivion.
She dragged him down with her. Slammed him straight into it. It winded him as he choked on her name, ripping the muscles down his thighs and wrenching all sensation from him. Everything except the fire in his groin as his hips gave short jerks, and he spilled every ounce of his seed inside her.
A blissful eternity passed before the ringing in Dominic’s head dulled enough for him to hear Rayna’s heaving gasps threading through his own. She slumped in a trembling puddle on the mattress, slipping from his slackened grip. He collapsed over her on his forearms, his satiated body too heavy to keep upright, and rested his damp forehead on hers.
They pulsed as one where they were still connected in the rasping silence that followed.
For a long minute, he kept his eyes closed and let her breaths steady the beat of his heart as the lingering pleasure warmed his skin like sunshine. But then she shifted under him, brushing weak fingers against his cheek, and the coldness of fear and panic drizzled down his back.
With a quiet noise of pain, he curled himself around her, burying his hands in her hair and his face in her neck. “Do not go on Monday. Please, Rayna.”
