Page 63 of The Viper

“We’re having breakfast.” Dominic takes my arm and hooks it around his elbow.

The front of the café has large French doors that are partially pulled back to create a massive opening. Marco is already inside speaking with someone who, when he sees Dominic, gives him a curt nod.

“Do you know everyone?”

“Most people know me.”

Marco and the waiter advance toward us. Marco breaks off and goes to sit at a table on the side. “Mr. Sacco, it’s nice to see you.” The waiter tilts his head as a courtesy toward me. “If you’d care to follow me.” He leads us toward the back, where we’re secluded in an intimate section.

“Thank you,” I say when Dominic doesn’t acknowledge him once we’re seated. The waiter gives me a tight smile and glances toward Dominic who sees this exchange between us and cocks a brow. The waiter leaves and Dominic sits back in the seat and lifts his chin. The air has changed between us, it’s intense and strained. “What is it?” I ask, already frustrated.

Dominic looks over toward the counter then returns his steely gaze toward me. “I’m not accustomed to this,” he finally says as he gestures toward the waiter who seated us.

“Accustomed to what?”

“I want to fucking kill him.”

“Why?”

“Because of the way he looked at you.” His words should honestly terrify me, but my inner darkness purrs with excitement.

“You can’t kill every man who looks at me,” I say with no conviction.

He turns his head toward me and smirks. Dominic grabs my chair and pulls it toward him so our bodies are touching. He leans into me and whispers, “I can do whatever the fuck I want.” Dominic glides the tip of his finger down my neck leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. I try my hardest not to close my eyes and lean into his touch, but my inner darkness sparks alive. His other hand travels between my legs as I sit straighter and cup his hand, hoping no one can see. “Do you want me to gouge his eyes out, Rosa?”

I nip on my lower lip, absolutely turned on by the thought of him destroying a man over me. I swallow the dryness in my throat and open my eyes. “If he tried to hurt me I’d want you to do whatever you could to him,” the words tumble out of my mouth shamelessly.

“I could slit his throat just for looking at you.” Dominic’s auburn eyes darken with his own desire. Is it his own bloodlust, or arousal for me? His hand slips into my jeans and I try to hide what he’s doing to me under the table. “Spread your legs.”

“Jesus,” I mumble as I look around the half full café, hoping no one catches us.

“Always greedy for my touch.” He dips a finger into me and I close my eyes as he slowly fucks me with his finger.

“Coffee with cream?” I suck in a breath and open my eyes. Shit, can the waitress see where his hand is?

“That would be mine,” I say, attempting to keep my voice even. She places it in front of me. “Thank you,” there’s a definite break in my tone.

“One black coffee.” The waitress places Dominic’s down and turns to leave.

“What are you doing?” I ask just as his thumb applies pressure to my clit.

“Fucking you.”

“In a café?”

He peppers small kisses beneath my ear, then whispers, “This cunt is mine to do whatever I want with, whenever I want.” He rubs at my clit and I hold in the moan.

I grab hold of his hand, and look over to him. “Please,” I beg. I position my body so I can use his hand to get myself off.

“What do you need?”

I swallow and lick my lips while trying to keep my control. “I want to come, but...”

“What is it?” His darkened eyes capture mine, refusing to allow me to look away. He moves his head forward, sealing his mouth over mine while his thumb and fingers expertly bring me to the very edge of an orgasm. I groan into his mouth, desperate for that extra pressure so I can finally release my frustrations.

Suddenly, he stops and I pull back from his kiss. “What are you doing?” I whisper harshly. My eyes are wide, my heart is racing, and a fine sheen of sweat is forming on the nape of my neck.

He removes his hand from my pants, and brings his fingers to his mouth. Just when I thought he was going to lick, he coats his lips with my desire, leans over and passionately kisses me. He grips the back of my head, keeping me pressed to him for long moments. Dominic pulls back and licks his lips. “Your taste makes me hard.” He touches my lips with the fingers he had inside me. “I love your lips all swollen. Especially when you’re on your knees, fucking me with them as tears cling to your cheeks.”

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