Page 90 of Heathens

“I’m not really sure,” he mumbles. “I thought you hated me.”

He slides his fingers inside of me, quickly hitting the spot that makes me cling to him for dear life. When he hears the moan slip from my lips, he thrusts his fingers deeper.

“But this doesn’t look like hate.”

“Keep doing that and you might convert me.”

He sighs.

“I still have to run you a bath.”

“Fuck me first,” I beg, letting my voice rise in pitch as his teasing strokes speed up.

If I’m going to escape, I might as well get laid beforehand. It’ll be easier to convince myself to hate this asshole if I’m not aching for his cock.

“Say it again.”

“Please, Dominic,” I beg, tugging at his sweater. “Fuck me.”

He pulls his fingers out of me and steps back as he drags his sweater off. No matter how many times I see it, my heart always skips a few beats at the sight of his bare, chiseled torso, and those tattoos that make him look even more intimidating than he already is.

But not around me. Not today.

Dominic sinks to his knees, staring up at me as he grabs one of my legs, taking care to be as gentle as possible with the bruises that wrap around my ankle. With each kiss, he works his way further up, refusing to take his eyes off of me. I catch a glimpse of his fangs as he sticks out his tongue and lets it trail along my skin.

“Always such a tease,” I rasp.

He grips my hips and pulls me toward the edge of the counter.

“I want to taste as much of you as I can.”

Warm breath fans my aching clit, and my body is so wired that even that’s enough to almost make me come. My back arches and I grip his hair tight, pushing his face against me. Dominic’s chuckle ripples through me as he lets the flat part of his tongue glide between my folds. I grab a breast, teasing my nipple as moans spill from me like wine.

At the very least, I’m going to miss this. The man eats pussy like a starving artist.

His tongue dips inside of me, curling ever so slightly. It doesn’t have the same reach, but when his nose grinds against my clit I lose it, my eyes rolling back as my moans get louder and louder. I’m already so close, tidal waves of pleasure rocking my body.

My thighs clamp down on his head to keep him from pulling away. As I’m right on the edge, he slides two fingers inside of me, pushing against my G-spot. I cry out and come so hard I feel like I might see stars.

“I’m coming! Oh god, don’t stop!”

Dominic fingers me right through my dizzying climax, but quickly gets to his feet and pulls me off of the bathroom counter. He spins me around and pushes my face into the cool marble, my limbs feeling like rubber as the aftershock continues to ripple through me. Not giving me a moment to recover, he pushes himself deep inside of me, pleasure folding over pain as my pussy clenches around his cock.

“That’s it,” he groans through languid thrusts. One hand buries in my hair and I feel his claws extend, grazing my scalp. “You like it like this, don’t you?”

The goal was to make him feel confident that he owns me, so I guess my plan is working.

“You’re gonna take all of me,” he grunts. “Every inch.”

“Yes, yes!”

“I know you’re clever, little dove,” he whispers in my ear.

My heart feels like it’s completely stopped. Was I too obvious? Has he figured out what I’m planning? I begin to panic, but hold myself together just long enough for him to finish the thought.

“It won’t take you long to finish that formula for me, and when you’re done, we’ll both get everything we want.”

I can feel my whole body relax. Thankfully, it’s just more grandstanding. Sure, it would have sounded tempting a day ago, but Dominic’s proven he’s the kind of man who talks a big game, but either can’t or won’t deliver. What I want now is the power to stop men like Rene, and even him. I’ll never have it as a human, and I doubt he’ll ever turn me. That plan went out the window about four and a half seconds after waking up tied to that bed.

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