Page 39 of Darkest Retribution

I shake my head.

He lets out a sharp breath, and I know without a doubt he’s looking at me like I’m an insolent child. Like he’ssurprisedI’m refusing to listen to him.

Gently, he lifts my chin, and then I feel his breath tickling my neck. His lips brush against my skin in the most tantalizing, damning way, and I have to hold back a needy moan.

Feeling my own desperation is what finally has me coming to my senses, even though it takes a moment. It’s the realization that I want to melt into this man, to dive into the emotions swirling in my chest and never stop drowning.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he says lowly.

I think I might.

But it doesn’t matter.

“I can’t do this.” I step back, already missing the hardness of his body against mine. But when I tug his arm to remove it from my waist, it doesn’t budge. I open my eyes to cut him a glare. “Let me go, grumpy.”

“Is that really what you want?”

“What I want doesn’t matter,” I snap. “Sometimes, you don’t get what you want. That’s just life.”

“Maybe I’m done giving a shit. Maybe I’m done trying to deny the parts of me that crave you.”

Rolling my eyes, I yank his arm off me. He grabs me, and I could fight him off easily, but there must be a part of me that doesn’t give a shit either, because I let him whirl me around and pin me to the door.

Why am I not pushing him away?

I can’t do this. I know I can’t.

“Tell me, Jade,” he murmurs directly into my ear. His voice is sultry and luscious, his breath hot against my hairline. It sends a shiver down my spine and lights a fire in my belly. “Who do you think of when you’re working those delicate fingers of yours in between your legs? Whose name leaves your lips in a whispered cry when you come?”

“You sound pretty confident you know the answer,” I say dryly.

His reply is a low, dark chuckle. And then his hands are moving from my shoulders to my sides, barely skirting the outside edges of my breasts before gripping my waist.

“Who do I think of? Who doyouthink of, grumpy? Whose lips do you imagine wrapped around your cock? Who do you imagine coating in your cum?” My tone is a touch condescending as I smooth my fingers over his black tie. Just as I’m about to pull away, he slaps his hand over mine, keeping it on his chest.

Dominic’s eyes flash. He may have me physically trapped, but that doesn’t mean a damn thing. If he wants me to admit how desperately I want him, he’s going to have to own up to it first. I may be obedient in my dreams, but in real life,he’sthe one who’ll be kneeling.

With a smirk, Dom leans in close. The tiny bit of space between us crackles as he says, “You think I have any qualms about telling you? I don’t. It’s you, Jade. I’ve imagined you in so many positions, doing so many things. Every time I see you, it physically hurts to tear my gaze from you. I shouldn’t be this obsessed with you, but I am. And I’m done hiding it from you.”

My lips part as I watch him with shock. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.

“Tell me, Jade, isthisin your top one hundred? Driving me mad with the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh? With the way you smell? With the way you can grab my attention and hold it just by performing the simplest of movements? Because you’ve wrecked me, completely, to a point of no return. You’re all I can think about, and goddammit, Jade, I have alotof things I need to be thinking about.”

“Right, and that’s obviouslymyfault.”

He lets out something like a growl, pressing his body into mine even more. Then his lips drag down my neck, and he inhales deeply. I have to hold back a whimper as I feel my nipples hardening against my dress.

“We need to get back.” I whisper the words directly into his skin, taking in his scent, letting it drag me further into a lust-induced haze. It’s wrong, and I shouldn’t be giving in, but I’ve craved his touch so desperately that I can’t stop myself.

He shakes his head. With one last kiss to my collarbone, he sinks to his knees. Almost like he’s in a trance, he leaves a trail of kisses up my thigh, his hands following.

A clatter of high-pitcheddings floats down the hallway. Everyone must be trying to get Chelsea and Garrett to kiss. The sound pulls me back to reality. To Dominic, on his knees, his mouth approaching the edge of my dress.

“Dominic! I’m here with someone else.”

“Don’t care.” His hand travels further up my leg, moving underneath the skirt of my dress. “If you want me to stop, then say so.”

I open my mouth, but I can’t manage to force the words out. Because I don’t want him to stop, not really. My body is already aching for him, and he’s barely even touched me.

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