I leaned in, my nose brushing her skin, and breathed her in. Soap and sweat and that sharp smell of pure, undiluted arousal. My thumb brushed over her nipple, circling it, teasing, watching her squirm until she was practically vibrating with need.
“Let me,” I rasped, my lips brushing the swell of her breast. The vibration of my voice against her skin made her shudder. “Let me suck these.”
A broken moan was my only answer before her fingers clawed into my hair, pulling me closer. That was all the permission I needed. My mouth clamped down over her nipple, sucking so hard that my cheeks hollowed. I pulled her deep, my tongue lashing the sensitive peak.
“D-Dom,” she cried out, her back bowing off the seat, trying to push herself even deeper into my mouth.
Fucking perfect.I sucked harder, wanting to replace every memory of that asshole. My free hand found her other breast, squeezing and kneading while my mouth continued its relentless assault.
“I’m going to suck you dry,” I snarled against her wet skin, my words slurred with need. “Don’t be surprised if you find my fucking teeth marks in the morning. Let’s see if you can still think of him when my brand is staring back at you.”
A keening wail tore from her throat, a sound that went straight to my cock and made my vision flash. Suddenly, her hands were yanking my head up, dragging my face to hers. She crashed her mouth against mine, all teeth and desperation and clumsy hunger. And then—fire.
A sharp, searing pain exploded on my lower lip as she bit down. The coppery tang of my own blood burst on my mouth instantly.
Fuck, yes.
I pulled back, panting, my whole body thrumming with a violent energy. I ran a tongue over the wound, tasting the blood mixed with her spit. It was a goddamn sacrament.
She stared, her eyes wide with terror. “Oh God. I’m so—”
“Don’t.” My hand shot to the back of her neck, fingers twisting her hair, holding her head so she had no choice but to look at me. I let her see the feral grin on my face, the animal she’d just unleashed. “Don’t apologize.”
Her pupils were blown wide, her chest rising and falling a million times per minute.
“Again,” I commanded, my voice dropping to a low, vicious growl. “Show me how much you need this.” I leaned closer until our lips were almost touching. “Harder, bite me harder. Because I’m about to fuck you so hard you won’t remember anything else but me.”
5
Eunice
I CRASHED INTO the diner’s restroom and slammed the door shut, locking it as though a madman was right behind me. My forehead hit the cool, splintered wood, and for a second I just stayed there, eyes shut, breathing in the stale smell of lemon cleaner.
I’d run from Dom.
I’d lied about needing the restroom. Because my body was a traitor, and it wouldn’t listen. Heat spread low in my belly, insistent and demanding, even as my mind tried to warn me this was wrong.
Less than an hour ago, my heart was dust in my hands over someone I’d been so sure was the love of my life. Now I was hiding here, trying to catch my breath because a stranger in a hoodie made me feel things Derek never came close to.
This wasn’t about Derek anymore. This was about the way Dom looked at me in that car… as though I was someone worth his time.
Do you do this often?Derek’s condescending voice whispered in my head.Mistake kindness?
My chest compressed under an invisible weight until it became hard to breathe properly. Dom had offered a distraction, nothing more. He was just a kind stranger offering to numb the pain.
But the way he kissed me... the hunger in his eyes… I touched my lips, still tender from his mouth. Still tasting him.
You’re doing it again,the voice reminded me.That’s what you thought with Derek, too, and you were wrong.
I gripped the edge of the sink and forced myself to look in the mirror. The woman staring back was a wreck. Cheeks flushed, eyes too bright, lips swollen and darker than before. I looked like that girl who puts out in a diner parking lot because she’s sad and easy.
A sharp knock rattled the door, and I jolted, my own reflection jumping with me.
Every nerve in my body was telling me I shouldn’t open that door. Because deep down I knew… Dom wasn’t a fix. He was a wildfire, and I’d be ash when he was done.
“Eunice.” Another knock.
My shaky fingers hovered over the lock. My mind screameddon’t.Hide. Protect what’s left of my heart… of my dignity. Walk away before I make a fool of myself again.
