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Shit!

A pool of dark desire wets my panties, the pulse between my legs growing stronger and stronger, until I’m forced to soothe it myself. My fingers glide into my panties and start to circle my clitoris.

I spread my legs further and throw my head back on the sofa as I rub my sex. My hands aren’t mine now, they’re Dominic’s. I imagine him staring at me with predatory eyes as he swipes his tongue over the aching between my legs.

God.

The ache is too strong and my need is too deep. I plunge a finger inside me and my slow breath metamorphoses into a soft moan.

Quiet, Elena. You might wake Lucas.

I rake my teeth over my lips as I remember how close his lips had been to mine and how hard I swallowed when I thought he would kiss me.

If he kissed me, then his hand would have dropped to my collar bone, then it would have glided under my shirt until his fingers grazed my hard nipple.

I don’t realize when I bring my hand to my breasts and start to tease my nipple. Wildfire explodes all over my body. My touch is not nearly as intense as Dominic’s. No.

Dominic loved to fuck me just how I loved to be fucked. Raw, hard, and possessive. His hands were too rough to tease my sensitive nipples gently. The feelings that came with his touch were usually a mixture of pain and pleasure, though the pleasure always outweighed the pain.

I imagine the dark smile that would darken his eyes if he saw I was masturbating to visions of him. I imagine he would flip me over, spank me for being such a bad girl before pressing his erection to my ass.

I groan from how filthy my thoughts are and from my fingers, now circling my clit harder. I need more pressure so I dip another finger into my sex and start to grind on it. I want it harder and faster. I miss how ruthless and brutal his touch was.

I miss him.

My thrusts pick up the pace as an electric current ripples over my body. My other hand starts to twist and squeeze my nipple harder.

My orgasm builds like a hurricane, and it takes one last image of Dominic’s wicked smirk as he watches me come, to make me explode. My eyes roll my entire body convulsing.

A bolt of satisfaction zaps up my spine and I clamp a hand over my mouth to smoother my cries.

Holy fuck.

A new dawn of shame tints my cheeks pink after I come down from the high I’d been on seconds ago. I’m still panting, and my fingers are still buried inside me, but I’m ashamed I’d come from thinking about Dominic, when I claim to hate him.

My body jerks when I pull my fingers out. They’re soaked with my juices and I gamble with my self-discipline when I think of what it would feel like to have him slide him me.

Jesus, Elena. Get yourself together, girl.

My phone buzzes beside me and I grab it. My stomach somersaults when I glance at the message I sent to Dominic. I’d intended to typeCome pick him tomorrow morning.

Instead, I’d sent,Come fuck me tomorrow morning.

My lungs still, my pulse escalating as I tap on Dominic’s reply.How do you want it, mio cara? I prefer it rough.

Chapter Eight

Dominic

“Remember not to drive like a psychopath,” Elena says. Her tone is hostile, but I don’t miss the scarlet red blazing her cheeks.

She’s still pissed and embarrassed about last night. To be honest, my cock had throbbed in response to her text, and I’d imagine her touching herself while she sent a text like that to me.

After I sent a reply, she’d made it clear it was a mistake. She wasn’t asking me to fuck her, she wanted me to drive Lucas to school this morning. Both of which I intended to do without a hassle.

“Am I free to take you like a psychopath, then?” I tease. I like how beautiful she is when she’s trying to hold back her anger, and I love the stain of pink on her cheeks even more. She’s trying to convince herself it isn’t so, but it’s obvious I affect her in ways she detests.

Good. She deserves that much punishment.

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