Page 258 of Entangled

I shake my head. The end of the bond-fire is patchy—a flicker of dizzy drinks and hazy candles and Dom’s eyes drowning out the sky. But I remember talking to him. I remember trying to confess how I felt.

“Tell me,” he orders, and the firm demand has an immediate effect on me.

“I want you, Dom,” I whisper. I’m so nervous, I shake. I don’t have Beau coaxing me through this one. This is just me and Dom, and I don’t want to mess it up. “I need you, as much as any of them. I tried to give you space, because I thought you wanted Heather, but it turns out you don’t. You don’t, right? She said you don’t.”

Dom opens his mouth, but I barge on. “I want to be with you, if you want me too. I think you’re brilliant. I think you’re so incredibly smart, and capable, and you have this beautiful ability to look at your own actions and just decide to change them when you don’t like what you see. Do you know how rare that is? To be willing to look at your own flaws and fix them. You’re a fantastic leader, and a great friend—even though you tease mefartoo much—and of course it doesn’t hurt that you’re utterly gorgeous and every time I’m around you, I think about you bending me over and spanking me, and what it might feel like to?—”

Dom yanks my hips into his and slams his mouth over mine.

When our lips collide, he groans. His mouth commands a response, and I sigh into it, softening for him. It’s like the harder he is, the more I need to give. The rougher his hands, the more my body molds into them. I feel myself growing lush and wet, my pussy throbbing in time with the pounding in my temple.

There’s a thrilling urgency to the way he touches me. He grips my ass and squeezes my breasts, and his tongue is in my mouth like an invading force. His breath is hot over my skin as my hands fumble at the belt of his uniform.

It’s an all-out assault on my senses.

His spicy scent, his sumptuous taste, the brutal strength of him—I can’t breathe anything but him, and I don’t know if I can survive on it, but I know I can die happilyforit.

Dom rips my shirt up and over my head. “You don’t know what you’re getting into with me, Eden. You let yourself into my bed and you’re going to be fucked hard. There arerules.”

My head swims, and I finally get his belt free and sob at the relief of it. My clit aches fiercely, begging to be touched. Dom is so vitally masculine, and it calls to something ancient and fundamentally feminine in me, something that is already preparing my body to take him, that wants to be filled and stretched to its limits.

“I can deal with rules,” I mumble against his lips.

I reach inside his pants, only to get the barest touch of heat before he tears my hand away. He pins it to the table, squeezing it in a silent command to keep it there, and then grabs me by the neck, laying me down until I’m sprawled over the hardwood with confident, commanding force.

In seconds, his hands have freed the button at my waist, and he strips my pants off and over my boots in a harsh, sudden motion. My breath hisses out at the sudden chill against my heated flesh.

Dom gives me a molten, carnal look, then leans over me again. “Rules one through five. Don’t touch me unless I tell you to. Address me as ‘sir.’ Stay where I put you. Don’t speak unless you’re moaning my fucking name, answering a question, or safeing out.”

Dom tugs his cock free of his pants, and the thick, heavy length of him begs for my mouth. He gives me a hard, knowing look. “And when I ask for a hole to use, you better present one to me. Fast.”

Jesus Christ. My skin feels too tight and hot for my body, my breasts too sensitive and full for my bra. I want to trace the vein with my tongue and suck him until he spills in my mouth. I want him to fuck me so hard that my body screams at the effort.

I arch my back off the table toward him in offering, my breathing shivery, and he takes it. Dom’s mouth comes down against my neck in a hot, wet press, biting me and then sucking the abused flesh hard enough to mark.

I cry out as he claims me. It’s been so hard, dancing around him for weeks. Admiring him and talking to him and laughing at his biting humor. All I’ve wanted is for him to touch me like this, towantme like this, and hedoes.

I pant as my nails scratch against the table, trying to find purchase. Some leverage. Anything that would help bring me closer into contact with Dom without breaking a rule. Dom is owning me with his mouth like I belong to him, and it feels so unbearably good, I could come from just the relief.

His mouth travels over my breasts, restlessly, hungrily, like he can’t taste enough of me, then he captures my mouth again, licking into it. Then he pulls back—but only far enough to see me. We’re still breathing the same sex-soaked air.

“Fuck, Eden. You need to know something. Beau will be the first one to tell you I fuck up every relationship I get into. After everything that went down with him and.. .” Dom cuts off, and I’m glad. I don’t want another woman’s name on his mouth right now.

Dom shakes his head, bleeding dark memories and a tumult of feelings. “After everything, I wasn’t going to do this again. I wasdonewith this shit. It cost me too fucking much, and it wasn’t worth it. And thenyoushowed up with your big, prim fucking eyes, and you just keep looking out for all of us, even when you shouldn’t. Even when we don’t deserve it.”

He kisses me again, almost angrily, and I shudder under the onslaught.

“Give me a hole, pet. Now.” His cock throbs against my thigh, and he squeezes my ass in his hands, yanking me to the end of the table and crumpling several maps in the process.

A hole. My heart hammers at his coarseness.

I part my legs eagerly, propping my boots up on the table edge on either side of my ass and letting my knees fall wide. I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed. Iwanthim to use me. He makes me feel coarse and lewd in the most decadent, shameful way.

In a second, Dom’s hand finds my panties and yanks them to one side, and he sinks two fingers into my swollen, wet cunt with no prep. They go in embarrassingly easily. I can feel myself encasing his fingers, the way I’m dripping around his hand, and I grind myself over him. His fingers crook, rubbing over the sensitive satin flesh, and I cry out, clamping down on him, needingmore. More pressure, more friction, more fast, furiousfucking.

Dom grips his flushed cock with his free hand, looking down at me with angry, tender ferocity. “You’ve become my new best friend, pet, and I don’t know how it happened. I’m too fucking hard for you.”

I’m riding his thick fingers and watching him pump his dick, mesmerized by the fat drop of liquid squeezing over his crown. I’m panting now. Squirming. It’s hard to focus on what he’s saying, especially when his thumb begins working over my clit. I arch again at the violent pleasure that rocks through me, suddenly terrified that I’m going to come before he gets inside me.

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