Page 69 of For the Love of the Gods

This was undiluted passion. I didn’t care if it was rooted in hate, it was still the most raw emotion that anyone had channeled at me in my entire life.

My hands were braced on his shoulders, and I dropped my gaze, clocking how his arousal pressed against his pants. Dropping my forehead to his chest, I dragged my hand down and palmed his erection, eliciting a groan from Dominic.

“Bed. Now,” he said, more of a rasp than intelligible words.

I nodded my head and Dominic hauled me up and carried me to the bed, pressing my back into his sinfully soft sheets.

Dominic paused at the edge of the bed and I lifted up on my elbows to watch as he kicked off his boots and slowly removed his pants, leaving him in just black boxers. He placed his large hands by my feet and crawled up on the bed, kneeling in between my legs and lifting them so that they rested on his hips. He sat back on his haunches and yanked me forward, dragging my dress up around my waist.

I reached towards the hem to rip it off me, but Dominic grabbed my wrists. “Not so fast. This dress has been torturing me all night. It's my turn to make you hurt.”

I could do nothing but lay on my back and pant as he leaned forward and unbuttoned my dress meticulously, stopping only to swallow so hard it looked like it hurt when he caught a glimpse of the lacy black bra covering my chest.

“Rose,” he rasped with the same force as a curse to my name as his fingers grazed my belly button. His voice made my back arch off the mattress, praying for the relief of his hands.

“Hurry,” I cried. He was only at my lower stomach and the dress hit my knees.

“Patience.”

Dominic took his time with the rest, testing just how far that patience went, and by the time he was done I was a squirming mess beneath him. He peeled the dress off slowly, then lifted me up with a hand on the middle of my back to remove it completely.

Then, in a move so swift and skilled it pricked my skin with tiny dots of jealousy from the thought of how he learned that so well, Dominic snapped the clasp of my bra open and pulled it off my arms. The second he got a glimpse of my bare chest, he dove down, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

“Fuck,” I cursed, my hands finding his hair.

I pulled at his shoulders, begging him for his mouth against mine. Dominic obliged with a contented moan, sliding his tongue against mine.

Patience might have been a virtue of his, but it was not one of mine. I shoved a hand in between us, diving into his boxers to grip his length in my hand. He was thick and long and gloriously hard. Dominic pumped into my hand twice before he reached down to rip off his boxers, taking my thong with him while he was at it.

We stared at each other, naked and breathless for a moment. That was all either of us could stand before we crashed back together and I threw my legs around his hips.

Dominic dragged his cock up my center, sliding easily through the slick arousal gathered there. He moved his mouth to my ear, and whispered, “Ready?”

I nodded and muttered out an affirmative curse, but he just dragged the tip of his cock over my entrance again.

“This isn’t going to be slow and sweet, Rose,” Dominic rasped against the shell of my ear and sending a lightning bolt down my spine. “That’s not what we are. What we do.”

Another torturous glide. I was hurting, so aroused it was painful.

“We fight like we hate each other, and we are going to fuck like it too.”

If I had the mind to be embarrassed right now, I would have blushed to my hairline at the volume of the moan that statement ripped from my throat. I had certain tastes, but with him, it felt ten times as thrilling.

Dominic gripped my face in his hand and roughly pulled me to look him in the eye. I had to be staring at him in anticipation because he groaned and said, “Donotlook at me like that excited you.”

“It did,” I said weakly, all my energy channeled into flexing my hips closer and closer to his length.

Dominic closed his eyes as if in pain. I certainly was. “Rose, I swear to…”

“Please,” I begged, pulling him closer with my hands on his back. “Like you hate me.”

He gave me one last moment of reprieve before lining up and slamming into me, all the way to the hilt.

I gasped so loud it was practically a scream and Dominic groaned from deep in his throat. He felt too good, stretching me just to the point of pleasure and pain. He didn’t move, not even as I moved my hips further towards him, silently begging him to do so.

“A second, Rose,” Dominic panted, pushing contented groans into my ear. So raspy it sent heat flooding my chest. “I need a second or this is going to be over far too quickly.”

“You promised me it would hurt,” I pleaded.

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