“I was out the fucking door before you got to me!”
I gripped her chin, pressed my knee against her crotch, and watched her eyes darken. “Not far enough, though, considering you’re in my bed now. You play, you pay, Gia.”
She tried again to escape with her free leg, her torso, battling against me with every part of her she could move before I closed my mouth over hers for a quick kiss. I broke it long enough to warn her. “Don’t fucking bite me again.” I kissed her hard, devouring her, liking the taste of her, the fight in her. I forced her lips apart and bit down on one, not too hard but hard enough to taste the sweet, metallic taste of blood. I sucked.
Gia made some sound beneath me and, still keeping both of her wrists in one of my hands, I pushed the hoodie she had on up and cupped a breast, pinching her nipple through the bra and kissing her again, eating up her moan, my own, as I pressed my cock against her and slid my hand down to unbutton the jeans she must have switched into to make her getaway. I shoved them down, needing to free her wrists to grip the tight jeans with both hands and get them over her hips.
She pulled at my hair, but her eyes were closed and her mouth open, taking my tongue. I pushed my briefs halfway down my hips and gripped my cock, positioning myself between her spread legs, pulling back once to look down at her, at her pretty face, her lustful, panting mouth.
Her hands held onto my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, and when I fisted one handful of her dark mass and tilted her stubborn chin up, she reached to kiss me back, giving as good as she took, biting, her little teeth sharp as I brought my cock to her wet, hot entrance and met her gaze. I pushed into her, to the hilt in one thrust, eliciting a cry of pain from her,her fingers pulling at my hair again. I closed my eyes and kissed her again, moving inside her, her passage tight. She tilted her hips, wrapping both legs around me, and when I opened my eyes again, I found her watching me, her eyes dark and pupils dilated, biting her own lip as her pussy clenched around me, squeezing her pleasure from me. It took all I had to hold on until she released the vice-like grip of her thighs around my waist. I pulled out, my breath tight as I came on her belly, my cock throbbing between us, emptying, and finally, falling heavy on top of her, holding her beneath me, both of us spent, our breathing shallow gasps, her shuddering as I rolled off onto my back, one hand around her wrist, neither of us speaking.
12
GIA
Fuck.
I looked over at him. Dominic watched the ceiling, his breathing slowing down. Sweat covered his brow. His hard and damp tattooed chest rose and fell. I studied the artwork. Intricate drawings in color and black-and-white spanned his right-side upper chest and arm ending just below his elbow. I knew it wrapped around back too. Over his shoulder. I’d glimpsed the edges earlier.
Central to the design was a clock. Three-thirty-three. Heavy chains circled it, and a skull, a grim reaper, trapped a rosary between its grotesque teeth. Beneath it an eye, the blue-like crystal, watched, and around it, intricate dark designs of which I did not know the meanings bordered both clock and reaper. Within these were carved dates. The whole thing gave off a sense of regret. Of time having run out. Of doom and damnation.
Seeing this, the name I’d given him when I hadn’t known his name fit.
Death.
And I’d just fucked him.
Or he’d just fucked me. Hell, we’d fucked each other. He hadn’t had to make me. I’d spread my legs wide and gripped him hard, taking my pleasure from him, liking the taste of him, wanting it. Wanting him. Needing him inside me. Making sure he knew he wasn’t taking anything from me.
I would not be a fucking victim. Not again. Not ever again.
Dominic turned to me, his gaze on my face.
“You fuck like you fight.”
What was I supposed to say? Truth was, I’d never been like this with anyone else. And as much as I tried to convince myself that I did it in order to not give him power over me, I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted him. His darkness drew me as much as it should have repelled me. His loneliness, his secrets—they all worked like a magnet, making it impossible to ignore.
He slid off the bed and dropped his briefs on the floor. I couldn’t help it; I let my gaze roam all over his body, his perfectly sculpted, powerful body.
“Up.” He held out his hand.
I sat up, then stood, attempting to pull my jeans over my hips as I did, feeling the smear of him leak down my belly beneath this stranger’s hoodie I’d found in the closet.
“No,” he said, pulling my hand away. “Take it off. Take everything off.”
I gritted my teeth, but my belly fluttered at the command.
“Off, Gia. Now.”
I stripped, angry, pushing my jeans down and stepping out of them and yanking the hoodie up and over my head. There was nothing erotic in my disrobing as I tugged the panties off and threw them on the floor as I unhooked my bra, dropping it onto the soiled pile. This man had seen me naked more often than clothed.
Dominic looked me over. Having his eyes on me, as much as I despised myself for it, only made me want. They made my pussy ache. Again.
But they also made me want to understand the darkness behind them.
“You look good wearing my cum.”
“I hate you.”
