Oh, yes.We’re at work, and this is Dominic “Asshole” Alexander. The man who has spent more than a decade insulting me, glaring at me, taking every chance he got to let me know just how much he disliked me. “You don’t like me,” I whisper. “We don’t like each other. Why are we doing this?”
Another dark chuckle rumbles in his chest as he rolls his hips into me,letting me feel how turned on he is. His dick is a bar of hot steel against my stomach. I moan—a strangled, erotic purr I’ve never heard myself make.
“Every time I’m around you lately, I have one of these. Just from being near you, breathing in your scent, seeing your smile, and now just from kissing your pretty mouth.”
My cheeks heat at his words. I had no clue I affected him this way. Something close to feminine pride swells in my chest.
“I think we’re well past the point of discussing whether or not I like you. As for how you feel about me…” He starts moving, forcing me backward until my back collides with the wall. “Well, you could say you hate me right now, and I’d still want you to sit on my face.”
“Dominic!” I gasp, slapping him in the chest and trying to sound horrified instead of turned on at the thought of his face between my legs. I don’t know why I even bother. It’s clear to me how thrilled I am at the idea of Dominic liking me. Wanting me. That dangerous swell of feminine pride in my chest expands. Encouraged by the heat of his body soaking into mine, mixing headily with a need so intense it has my nipples tightening into hard peaks I know he can feel pressing into him. I can’t tell if I’m devastated or relieved that he can’t feel the way my clit is throbbing, begging for his attention. For a release I somehow know only he can give me.
How can I be so certain of that?
Dominic sees right through my act. His sinful mouth curls into a devilish grin before swooping down and sealing over mine again. He dips his tongue into my mouth with imploring strokes that mimic the way his hips are subtly thrusting into me, branding me with the evidence of his desire. Both his hands slide down my body and reach around, gripping my ass and then lifting me up. He pins me in place with one powerful thigh wedged between my legs and the pressure isexquisite. I roll my hips, rocking shamelessly against him to chase the familiar building of pressurethat promises an earth-shattering release.
“Fuck, Sloane,look at you,” he whispers hoarsely, breaking the kiss to take in the sight of me riding his leg. His eyes are narrowed and full of heat, the set of his jaw tense and the muscle in it ticking in the most familiar way. I lean forward, intent on scraping my teeth across that infuriatingly beautiful muscle, but Dominic pins me to the wall with one hand on my hip. His fingers are rough as they dig into my waist, but I don’t care, because now he’s directing my movements. Urging me to angle my hips forward so the demanding bundle of nerves is rubbing against his leg with every swirl of my hips.
And the idea of us working together like this—as a unit, a team—with my pleasure as its sole focus has me half crazed with wanting him. Dying for more than his powerful thigh between mine, his commanding hand at my waist, and his reverent lips on my skin. Even as my orgasm builds, I’m hyperaware of the empty ache inside of me. Of the hungry clenches of my walls that won’t be satisfied this way.
“Dominic, I need—”
“I know, angel.” He brushes his lips over mine, tasting my plea. “But I can’t give you that now. Not here.”
The promise of another moment like this with him sends a wave of panic through me, but it’s quickly swept away as his other hand comes up to grip my breast and nimble fingers tease my nipples. Plucking and strumming them until I’m panting and frantic with the need to come.More,my body screams.More. More. More.
As if he can read my mind, Dominic tightens his grasp on my waist. Moving me in slow, intentional swivels that have me whimpering desperately into his mouth while he presses his leg harder against me.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re about to come.” His gaze is hot on my face, molten lava that burns me up from the inside out. “I can’t wait to have you like this again, but next time, you’ll be coming on my dick. Doyou want that, angel?”
I can’t answer, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t need a verbal response, because my body is telling him everything he needs to know. “I know you do.” He leans forward and plants a hot, wet kiss on my collarbone. “This feels amazing, but it’s not enough for you is it, baby? Next time, we’ll have hours. I’ll strip you down with my teeth, so I can see every inch of you while I fuck you against the wall.”
My pussy ripples around the empty pressure building in my core. The image Dominic paints of us with his words pushes me to the brink. I lean forward, burying my face in his neck and biting hard to muffle the strangled noise being ripped from my throat as my orgasm shatters me, slamming into me until I’m nothing but tiny fragments of lust and desire, and the only thing holding me together is Dominic’s large body caging me to the wall. His rough voice, reverent and worshipful, as he runs his hands up and down my back.
I come back down slowly, shivering into the crook of his neck and trying desperately to pull in a lungful of air that isn’t obstructed by the lump in my throat. I swallow several times in hopes of clearing it out, but the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach lets me know it’s not going anywhere.
Not before it destroys me.
Panic grips me first. Rooting me in place so guilt and shame can latch on to me with ease, washing away every remnant of the thrill and exhilaration I felt just moments ago. Without the fuzzy haze of lust clouding my mind, I can’t hide from them. I can’t beat them back or shut them down, and I feel like I’m being eaten alive.
My heart starts to pound. Tiny beads of sweat dot my hairline. And Istillcan’t fucking breathe. I’m vaguely aware of my arms dropping from Dominic’s neck, of my hands at his chest pushing him away from me while tears slip down my face.
Stay calm. You’re okay. You are okay,the rational part of my braincroons, but the other part—the part screaming for me to get far away from this man so I can cry my eyes out—is louder.
And I have no choice but to let it win.
Chapter 14
Dominic
Now
Sloane’s desperate pants ringing in my ears are the only thing tethering me to earth. I’m vaguely aware of the praises spilling from my mouth and skating across her skin, but even I don’t know what I’m saying. I just can’t stop talking to her, can’t stop thanking her for giving me all of the things I resigned myself to never having the moment I saw her smile at Eric with the whole world shining in her eyes.
I’ll never forget walking into our dorm that day and seeing her sprawled out on his bed, a goofy smile curving her perfect lips, and a question about finishing what I’d started hanging in the air between us. Except none of it, not the question or her smile, was meant for me. It shouldn’t have hurt—weeks of listening to Eric talk about her and seeing pictures of them together on social media should have prepared me—but in that moment all I felt was pain.
Pain that increased tenfold when Eric walked in on us arguing andturned the scowl she was giving me into a smile that made her eyes glow in a matter of seconds. And that same smile killed all of the hope I’d foolishly held on to for months, because out of all the things I saw shimmering in the dapples of gold the night we met—joy, wonder, lust, intoxication—she never looked at me like that. Like I was everything good and right in her world.
Eric’s presence soothed her. His touch smothered the flames of the fire I was all too happy to ignite. Watching them together was hard at first. Knife sliding into your heart and twisting deeper and deeper with every breath until your body is nothing but a gaping wound, hard. Leaking blood, spilling hope, love, and any desire for happiness on everything you touched, hard.
