He holds my gaze through the mirror, panting in my ears, eyes laced with desire, but I look at myself. My mascara is smudged, lips swollen and wet from him. My dress is half hanging off, straps slipping from my shoulders. I look wrecked already, ruined before he’s even inside me.
He bends me over, my ass rising in the air as the swollen head of his cock drags along my folds.
“What do you say, little wife?”
“Please,” I gasp, voice breaking.
“No, say you’re wanted.”
“Please, Dom—”
I hate how easily the word spills from my lips. I should despise him—I do despise him, but every time he touches me, my heart swells with something that terrifies me because it feels more like longing than loathing.
His gaze pins me through the mirror as he grips my hips.
“Say it.”
“I’m wanted.” I moan. Then he guides himself into me. The slow stretch tears a moan from my throat, and my body bows to him instantly.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. His thrusts build quickly, pounding faster and harder into me. “Mine,” he snarls, eyes wild.
My scream bounces off the walls, and a thought hits me. Someone could walk in and see him buried deep inside me. Yet the risk of being caught doesn’t mortify me. Instead, it drenches me, making me clench tighter around him.
His palm presses firmly between my shoulder blades, keeping me exactly where he wants me as he drives into me again and again.
“You’ll never belong to anyone else. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I choke out.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!” The admission terrifies me because it’s true. Dominic owns my body in a way no man ever has or will, and if I’m not careful, it may not be the only part of me he’ll own.
The pleasure builds unbearably, stealing my breath until it detonates through me, my body convulsing and clenching tight around him. His thrusts grow ragged, and a guttural sound escapes from his lips as he spills inside me.
For a moment, the only sound is our breathing. My body trembles against the counter, while his chest presses into my back.
His lips brush my ear, voice soft. “Youarewanted, Princess,” he whispers. “More than you know. You’re mine. And I’ll put you on your knees a thousand times, to show you what you do to me, if that’s what it takes to make you believe it.”
Chapter sixteen
Dominic
“Keep him conscious. I don’t care if you have to pour whiskey down his throat.”
“Might not make it to tomorrow,Capo,” Matteo says matter-of-factly.
My grip tightens around the phone. He can’t just die. Not when he hasn’t given us anything useful. The bastard still insists he has told us everything he knows. He’s either the world’s best liar or he’s covering for someone worth dying for.
I drag a hand down my face. “I’m on my way.” I hang up immediately, grabbing my jacket from the chair.
Halfway down the hall, Isabella comes out of nowhere, rushing toward me. She doesn’t even slow down before shoving her phone into my chest. “Did you do this?”
Her hair spills around her face, sticking to her sweat-dampened skin, and for just one fucking second, I almost forget I don’t have the time for distractions.
My eyes scan through the headline.
INTERNATIONAL VOGUE MODEL QUITS MODELING CAREER.
