Page 67 of For the Love of the Gods

“Is that a threat?”

“I told you, it’s a promise.” He was looking at me like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to kill me or fuck me. I knew which option I favored, and it was a knife to the back.

Our eyes locked, silently communicating what we both felt. What was on both of our minds locked in a room with so many surfaces at the ready.

Dominic let out a low growl at the blush I was sure was marring my cheekbones. I took a step back and he pushed off the chair, following me. “I will lock myself in your closet.”

Dominic moved to step towards me. “Don’t you dare.”

I walked back another step defensively, but kept my words offensive. “What are you gonna do, Dominic? Stop me? You’d have to put your hands on me to do that.”

Dominic looked at me skeptically, poking his tongue into his cheek. “I’m not the one who ran away. You did.”

Oh, fuck that. “Well, excuse me, if I didn’t think you’d want to touch me after Raiden brought up Pine.”

One more step, just a few until he had me pressed against the door. “You’re a little brat, aren’t you?”

I smiled, as cruel as I could manage. “So I’ve been told.”

“Whoever did is a dead man.” And then, “You’re relentless. Because even after the lies, after everything, you’ve still managed to weasel your way in here.” Dominic tapped his finger against his forehead. Once. Twice.

“Don’t sound so happy about it,” I snapped. He wasn’t the only one plagued with unwanted thoughts and dreams. Thosefuckingdreams.

“I’m not happy about it!” He yelled back. “It’s frustrating. Maddening. Irritating.”

I could feel the static from the door inches from my back. “I thought I told you I wasn’t impressed by a good vocabulary.”

“And I thought I told you that I’d figure out what didimpressyou.” We both knew that word was covering something deeper, stronger.

The static was everywhere now and Dominic was two strides away. I was losing a battle with nonchalance. “Any luck?”

“Yep,” he said, a stride away, now. “Turns outIdo.”

I gasped, the truth of the statement aside. “You are so full of yourself.”

“But am I lying?”

I stayed silent, slamming my lips together. He knew the answer. We both knew.

“Am I lying?” The words were carefully enunciated, goading me.

“No,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “And I fucking hate you for it.”

Dominic's eyes lit with victory. “Good.”

I had not two seconds to process the word before he backed me up into the bathroom door and kissed me with such unrestrained, burning desire I was sure the wood would catch on fire.

Chapter 18

Rose

No dream, not even the memory of the first time he kissed me, could have prepared me for this. Dominic had my face caged in between his hands, titling my chin up to press my lips further into his own.

I snaked my hands under his arms and over his shoulders to twist around his neck, pulling closer. It allowed him to push me harder into the door, lifting me up on my toes and pressing our bodies flush together.

He was solid, hard everywhere and it steadied me as his tongue stole my sanity and my balance. I had a desperate, pounding urge to move closer, as close as I could physically go, to touch every part of my body to his. He’d envelop me, his strong arms and legs wrapping around my own.

The thought sent a thrill through me, and I lifted a leg to twist around his hips, my heel digging into his ass. Dominic’s groan matched my own as the movement pressed the seam of his pants right up against my core, sending a lightning bolt right up my center.

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