I was being nice to you because you seemed lonely.Derek answered for me, his voice cold and certain in my memory.
My heart squeezed painfully, and I had to look away from my own reflection because I couldn’t stand seeing the desperate hope written all over my face.Stupid, stupid, don’t you dare read more into this.
“Watch us, Eunice,” Dom growled into my ear, and the command pulled me out of my downward spiral, forcing my eyes back to the mirror.
His hand slid down my side. With a flick, the button gave way with a small pop. The rasp of the zipper was a hiss against my skin, raising goosebumps, but his palms were there immediately, skimming over bared flesh and chasing away the cold.
In my periphery, I saw his other hand move, unbuckling his belt. The leather slipped free with a soft slap. Then his button, then his zipper… each movement drawn out… while he watched my face in the reflection as though he wanted to see every reaction play across my features.
My breath hitched when he freed himself, and I tore my gaze from his eyes, letting it drift lower… to the hard length of his arousal… to the way his hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping once… twice.
For me.The thought was a heady poison.He’s this hard because of me.
Or because you’re here and willing,the cruel voice said, refusing to shut up.
His mouth found my ear again, his tongue darting out to trace the sensitive shell. “Keep looking.”
My throat was so dry, I had to swallow hard just to breathe. I wanted to look away, to hide from whatever truth the mirror was showing me, from the desperate creature I’d become. But I couldn’t. I was caught in the fantasy Dom was offering.
His hands moved back to me, sliding down my pants with a rough yank that made me stumble forward slightly. The denim was tight, clinging to my hips, and he had to peel it down inch by inch.
He dropped to a crouch behind me, his breath scorching against the curve of my ass. His hands fisted my jeans and yanked them down with harsh, uneven tugs. Another hard pull, and they bunched around one ankle.
My panties were next. He didn’t even bother with finesse, just hooked his thumbs under the elastic and wrenched them down in one go. Suddenly, I was bare from the waist down.
In the mirror, I saw myself—flushed, half-naked… trembling with anticipation and fear and need.
I also looked… wanted.
Is this what he sees?I searched the reflection for an answer.Or am I just imagining it again?
Dom’s eyes in the mirror met mine. Dark. Intense. Hungry. Maybe I was really delusional.
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice so low. “All fuckin’ mine.”
Mine?The word sounded like a promise I had no right to claim. No one had ever said that to me. My father never did. Derek certainly didn’t. But Dom… he said it as though he meant it.
He doesn’t,reason insisted.
“Yes,” I whispered the words I wanted so badly to be true. “I’m all yours.”
His hands slid back to my hips, rough palms branding my skin, before dropping lower to grip my inner thighs. The touchwas possessive, demanding, and the broken part of me bloomed under the attention.
“Open,” he said, not waiting for a response as his fingers dug in, forcing my legs apart. The muscles burned with the sudden stretch, but I welcomed it. Anything to drown out the chaos in my head.
“Keep it like that.” He nudged me wider, ensuring I stayed open. “You’re so goddamn ready for me, aren’t you?”
My breath came in shallow puffs as I felt the blunt head of his cock around my entrance, hot and impossibly thick, and I knew this was the point of no return.
“No fucking condom, Eunice.”
My legs trembled. The smart part of me—the part that still remembered I had a life to return to—screamed in protest.
I should ask him for his last name. I didn’t even know if he had a criminal record. What if he was…
But the wounded part, the part Derek had just shredded and left for dead, was louder than logic. It heard something else in his words.
He wants you bare. He wants nothing between you. When’s the last time someone wanted you that much?
