Page 72 of Unhinged Desires

A coldness washes over me. No. He wouldn’t have. Would he?

I don’t even have to think about it. Because I know the answer. So then why am I still sitting here? Why am I not running out the door?

I should call the police and notify them, admit that I know who the culprit is. Or I could just ask him? Maybe he has a perfectly reasonable explanation for why he came in here this morning smelling like petrol. It could very well all be a coincidence. I mean, it’s possible.

Or I can forget I know anything, go on this date, and pretend that my boyfriend didn’t just burn down a pub with ten people inside it.

Boyfriend. Dominic McKinley is my boyfriend. Why does that thought scare me more than the knowledge that he’s a cold blooded murderer?

Dom walks out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets drip down his torso and over his abs. My mouth salivates at the sight of him. I want him. I quickly shake off those thoughts.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

And I can’t help but think:Good question, because I was just wondering the same thing.

“Did you burn down that pub from last night?” The question propels from my mouth before I can stop myself.

The look on Dominic’s face tells me all I need to know. He doesn’t have to say the words. I know he did it. “Little Bee, you shouldn’t ask questions you don’t really want the answers to. I’m never going to lie to you, so think long and hard before you ask me something,” he says.

Do I want to know? Hear him say it? That’s the real question.

“What about me?” I ask him while curling the blankets up to my chest.

“What about you?”

“I know you did it, Dom. Does that mean you’re going to kill me now? You know witnesses and all?”

Dominic reclaims his spot on the edge of the bed. “I don’t think I could ever kill you, Lucy. It would mean killing myself, who I happen to be very fond of. Besides, I haven’t had enough time with you yet.”

“Okay,” I say, and quickly change the subject. “Where are we going for this date you’re taking me on?”

This is something I need to think on for more than five minutes. I’m not ready to lose him, to lose the way he makes me feel. I know that’s selfish of me, but I want to keep this feeling.

I want to keep him.

“It’s a surprise. Come on, let’s get dressed.” He pulls me up onto my feet and I follow him into the closet.

I stop at the threshold and my eyes widen. “I thought you said you left an outfit in here for me, not a whole damn closet.”

“I wanted you to have choices.” He shrugs like the wall of designer clothes, shoes, and handbags is no big deal.

“There are five Birkin bags lined up in here, Dominic. That’s insane. How did you even do all this?” I ask while shuffling forward to run my fingers over the fabric of a Valentino dress.

“I have a shopper. Trust me, it was very little effort on my part.”

I watch as he drops the towel to the floor. His cock, hard and long, bounces up. I take two steps towards him and drop to my knees. I don’t know why but I’m suddenly craving the taste of him. Taking his cock in my hand, I slide my tongue from the base to the tip and swirl it around before I close my mouth over the top. I take him as far back as I can get him. Then I hollow out my cheeks and flatten my tongue along the underside of his cock as I bring my mouth back up.

“Mmmm,” I moan, as his taste explodes on the tip of my tongue, and suck him back down.

“Fuck, Little Bee. Your mouth feels so fucking good.” Dominic wraps my hair around his fist, gently tugging on the ends. My eyebrows draw down.

Why is he being gentle? It’s not like him to be gentle.

I double my efforts to make him lose control. I want to see him come undone. Reaching a hand down, I lift up my shirt and rub a finger over my clit. I spread my thighs, and when I look up, I know Dominic can see what I’m doing. He watches, the heat in his eyes burning through me. The feel of him in my mouth, the taste of him on my tongue, the smell of his freshly showered skin—it’s heady and I’m so close to making myself come. I hollow out my cheeks more and suck harder, gliding my teeth ever so lightly over the tip of his cock before swallowing him back down my throat.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he warns me. His hand tightens around my hair as he spills his seed down my throat. My own orgasm comes hard and fast, and I struggle to swallow everything he’s giving me. His cock falls from my mouth and he pulls me up to my feet. “I don’t know how I found you but I’m so fucking glad I did,” he says.

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