Page 4 of Promise of Hellfire

“We do, but until then,” he held his hand out to me, “come to bed.”

I stared at him. “Right now?”

Dominic looked amused and placed his fingers on the small of my back. “We can have another drink first, but you need to get inside. It’s freezing.”

Somehow I knew this wasn’t a fight I was going to win. My nose and fingertips were numb from standing in the winter air, but the idea of fighting off shadows was unappealing. After everything the last few days, my demons were liable to show up again, and that made me dread the idea of drifting off. Ever since I killed my brother, nightmares plagued me.

I reached for his outstretched hand and hoisted myself to my feet, feeling heavy from everything bearing down on me. “Fine, but I’m taking you up on that drink first.”

We walked back down the stairs into the apartment, the warm air from the heat caressing my skin, and peeled off my jacket before sinking into the couch. Dominic stalked over to the kitchen to retrieve two bottles of beer.

“Where are the other guys?” I asked him, laying my head against the back of the couch.

“I put Hunter to bed. He needs to sleep off whatever happened this afternoon. As far as Ethan…” He handed me a bottle. “I have no idea. He said he needed to get out of here for a while and clear his head.”

“You don’t think he’s going to do anything rash, do you?” I asked, observing Dominic’s expression.

He shrugged at me. “I have no clue. I hope not, but knowing Ethan…”

Dominic sat beside me and I curled into the side of his body, basking in the heat emanating from his skin, while I thought about the other two men in my life. I couldn’t imagine what they were going through.

Hunter discovered he had a wealthy father after living in poverty growing up. His mother had sacrificed everything to give him a stable childhood, while Ayers had sacrificed nothing. The man who contributed genetic material to him was corrupt, cruel, and willing to take out anyone who stood in his way.

Ethan’s relationship with his father was fucked up, and tonight only brought further confirmation that he was a terrible human who cared only about money. I worried about what he was thinking or deciding to do. He’d left without saying a word to me.

“What do you need tonight, sweetheart?” Dominic asked as he brushed his fingertips over my collarbone lightly. “Sleep or a distraction?”

His words sent heat coursing through my veins, even though part of me felt guilty. I should be calling Ethan or making sure Hunter was okay. Dominic’s fingers trailed up my neck, tilting my chin gently to look up at him. “It’s okay to need something for yourself occasionally, Rayne. If you want to just sleep, I’ll stay with you because of the nightmares. But if you need more…” His words trailed off, but the implication was there.

I swallowed, then licked my lips, his emerald eyes never leaving mine. “More,” I whispered.

Without a word, he lifted me into his arms and cradled me against his chest before carefully ascending the staircase. At this point, I knew better than to argue that I could walk. I simply laced my arms around his neck and waited to see what he had in mind. He walked into his room and gently placed me on top of the bed. His hands cupped my face, and he leaned in close to me, his lips less than an inch away. He ran his thumb along my jawline. “Tell me what you need tonight. Do you want me to make you feel secure and cherished, or do you need to be used?”

My face heated at his words, but I knew what I wanted. “Use me. I don’t want to think of anything else tonight.”

The corner of his lips lifted, and he stepped away from me. “Get undressed,” he commanded in a husky voice as he pulled open the drawer on his bedside table.

While he searched through the drawer, I pulled my dress over my head and unclasped my bra in anticipation, trying to watch his movements. The cool air of the room chilled my skin, causing my nipples to pebble. Dominic hummed to himself as he pocketed something and pulled out a coil of black rope. When he turned back towards me, he slowly drank in my appearance for a moment and licked his bottom lip before prowling toward me.

He spun me around, my back pressed to his chest, and brushed the hair off of my shoulders. I could feel the hard press of his cock against me and I pushed back, trying to tease him. He rolled his hips as he nipped at my ear. His breath feathered against my ear as he whispered to me, “I think I’m going to have a lot of fun tonight.” He splayed his hand across my stomach. “I’ll make sure the only thing you can think of is how badly you want my cock inside of you.”

Teeth grazed against my exposed skin, and my breath hitched in my throat. His fingers hooked into the sides of my lace underwear. The sounds of the fabric ripping echoed in the room as he cast them to the side. He bit down hard and then soothed the sting with the pad of his tongue before pushing me towards the bed. “Kneel.”

I crawled across the bed to the middle and knelt for him, pressing my thighs together. He hadn’t really even touched me yet, and I’d already forgotten everything going on except the pulse between my legs.

Dominic knelt behind me, his fingers trailing across the curve of my breasts and down the length of my abdomen. He placed my arms behind my back and began carefully weaving rope around my flesh. His hands worked quickly, wrapping the length around my body and deftly tying knots. Kisses were pressed against my shoulders and gentle bites along my ribs as he checked everything, humming his approval.

The rope created a harness that wrapped around most of my torso and restrained my arms behind me. My legs were still free to move as I pleased. He palmed one of my breasts, his fingers tracing the rope surrounding it. “How does it feel, sweetheart?” he asked when he was finished.

Despite my inability to move my arms, it felt good. Secure. I nodded at him and his fingers moved from the rope to my nipple. He draped an arm around my midsection and pulled me flush against him. “Use your words tonight. Tell me how it feels.” He rolled my nipple between his fingers and it shot sparks through my body.

I threw my head back against his shoulder. “Good. Almost like I’m free,” I breathed out as one of his hands leisurely drifted down my body.

He pushed my upper body forward so that my cheek was pressed against the mattress. He inched my thighs further apart as his fingers danced along the sensitive skin, slowly teasing me. I rolled my hips back towards him and he chuckled darkly. One of his hands left my body and fabric rustled behind me, but from my angle, I couldn’t see what he was doing. A low buzzing sound filled the room, and he cupped my pussy, pressing a small vibrator directly against my clit. I gasped at the feeling and started grinding against his hand, thinking of nothing but the sensation.

Dominic pinched my nipples as I closed my eyes, lost to the heat pouring through my veins. The speed of the vibrations increased, and a whimper escaped my lips. It wouldn’t take long for me to come at this rate. Tension coiled between my legs and suddenly his hand was gone. I groaned out loud in frustration.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy tonight, did you? Remember, you said you don’t want to think of anything else. You’re going to have to beg for it,” he taunted as he pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades. His lips brushed down my spine, alternating between gentle kisses and harsh bites.

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