“I get real lube this time?” I laughed softly.
“Well, you don’t have to,” Dom smirked. “Although I think it will make this go a little smoother for both of us.”
He squirted a healthy dollop of lube onto his palm before rubbing it along the length of his cock. Rising up over me on the bed, Dom stared down at me, a predatory glint in his eyes. He shoved my legs apart, hooking one over his forearm, opening me up to him.
Eager anticipation gripped me. As much as I wanted to have him in this position, I was more than happy to take his cock. I wanted Dominik in any way I could have him.
He held steady eye contact as he slowly pressed inside me. Something heavy and powerful passed between us. Something deep and binding. I searched him for any sign that he felt it too.
Like my intense gaze became too much for him, Dom closed his eyes and kissed me while thrusting deep. I sucked his tongue into my mouth. Taking him into me in all ways. My hands ran down his body, over the hard planes and firm lines, feeling the taut muscle beneath my fingers. How was he so fucking perfect?
Dom’s pace became frantic. His thrusts rough. If I’d been new to this, it would have been too much for me. As it was, I only wanted more. I couldn’t get enough of him.
“I love the way you fuck me,” I moaned. “Your cock feels so fucking good inside me, prince.”
Dom’s voice was husky and thick with pleasure. “I knew you wanted it. Months ago I knew you wanted me.”
“You wanted me too.” I scraped my fingernails down his back, enjoying the way he shuddered and moaned. “Every punch was just foreplay, wasn’t it?”
He nailed me with an especially hard thrust, stealing my breath. “Oh I definitely wanted to punch you. I still do.”
The feeling was entirely mutual. Despite wanting to come apart all over this man’s cock, I still couldn’t deny the inner need to violently hurt him. I wasn’t sure what that said about either of us. We were both a little unhinged in that way.
Feeling the sudden need to take back some of the control he so easily possessed, I grabbed hold of Dom’s waist and rolled us over. Now that I was on top looking down at him, I felt the power shift between us.
I rode his cock, sliding up and down his hard shaft. At the same time, I wrapped my hands around his throat. “I could kill you right now. It would be so easy.”
The grin that spread across Dom’s face brought my own cock back to life. Sliding a hand beneath his pillow, he pulled out a switchblade knife, flicking it open. “I dare you to try.”
He held the knife to my throat. Every time I slid down his shaft, the blade pressed tighter against my skin. The sting of the weapon made my eyes roll back in my head. Everything about being with him felt so fucking good. So far beyond anything else I’d experienced. There was something about Dom. Something dark and magical.
I gripped his throat tighter as he thrust up into me. We both groaned, a sound made almost in unison. A shared ecstasy. Only when his face began to turn red did I release my hold and allow him to breathe again.
With a slight flick of his wrist, Dom nicked me with the blade. Just enough to send one crimson rivulet sliding down my neck and chest. He tossed the knife aside, reaching to trace the path of the blood drop. Capturing the drop on his fingertip, he sucked it into his mouth.
There was something so captivating about that simple action. I found myself wondering who really was Dominik Taylor? What made him so strangely alluring? Why couldn’t I resist him?
Every time his cock rubbed against my prostate, I almost came all over again. Gripping my dick with one hand, I jerked myself off while he pulled me down onto him over and over again.
Our breaths came faster as our motions increased in pace. I leaned down over him, pressing my forehead to his. Dom gripped the back of my neck, crushing his lips to mine. Moaning into my mouth as he came inside me. Filling me with his cum.
My own cock twitched in my hand, spraying a stream onto Dom’s stomach. My chest heaving, I kissed him with something more than lust and the search for pleasure. I kissed him withsomething that had been brewing inside of me for longer than I realized.
He kissed me back. A depth to his kiss that matched my own. Surely he felt that too.
I raised up enough to meet his gaze. “What’s happening here?”
I didn’t mean to ask. The question spilled out before I could stop it. Once it was out there, I cringed, wishing I could snatch it back.
Dom’s eyes were heavy lidded, glazed over with the after effects of desire. Like he was on drugs. He touched the side of my face with a gentleness he’d never shown before.
“I have no fucking idea. But for the record, I still hate you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
DOM
“Sure you do.” Noah chuckled as he slid off me, rolling over on the bed next to me.
