“Fine.”
I nod towards his bloody face. “Sarah’s going to have your ass.”
“Tell me about it.”
“If you’ll excuse me.” I stand. “I have somewhere important to be.”
“Yeah, right,” he scoffs. “You’re going to see Pepper.”
“Remember to stay in your lane, Jensen,” I warn, stumbling from the ring.
I pop the last orange slice in my mouth and glance at the time on the microwave. Lester will be here soon to pick me up for another date. I mentally roll my eyes. His parents are having a dinner party for his sister’s birthday. I paid a visit to the mall and bought an appropriate outfit all on my own. The red satin knee-length dress is absolutely stunning. It’s a relief his family and friends will be around to provide a barrier between us. Hopefully, he’ll be too busy chatting with them to focus on me. I gasp, hearing the front door open.
“Who’s there?” I step from the kitchen and see Dom.
It’s obvious he’s been in a fistfight. There’s a cut above his right eyebrow and a bruise on his left cheek, and his top lip is split. He doesn’t utter a single word, just watches me. His commanding presence magnifies the energy in the room. The unseen force caresses me, sending a bolt of electricity through my veins. Six days have passed since he stole my virginity, but it seems an eternity ago.
“What happened?”
“Nothing important.” His gaze unhurriedly roams my body. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I say meekly.
“Hot date?”
“No, a friend invited me to a dinner party,” I answer, hedging his stifling stare. I hate telling a half-truth, but Dom is too unpredictable, and I fear his reaction.
“Does Lester know he’s just a friend?” he asks, smirking.
I jerk my eyes back to Dom. “How do you know about him?”
“I know everything.”
“You’ve been stalking me.”
He shrugs. “What is he to you?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Really,” he says in a deathly soft tone, causing me to shiver.
“Can we talk later?” I have to get Dom out of here ASAP or risk him and Lester crossing paths.
“I’m hungry,” he says, advancing towards me. “And thirsty.”
“Dom, please.” I backpedal into the kitchen.
“Feed me.” He crowds me into the wall.
“I have to go.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Dom snakes his hand under my dress and tears my panties off.
His blunt fingers explore my silken slit. “Wet for me already.”
He grabs a glass cup from the dish rack and drops to his knees.
