What is wrong with this guy? Has he completely lost his mind?
I’m feeling trapped, as if I can’t catch my breath. That’s why I quickly move past him, intending to escape to the bathroom and splash some water on my face. Maybe that will make it easier for me to breathe. I cannot have a fucking panic attack on this plane with a bunch of famous athletes.
Please God, don’t do this to me.
I don’t look back. I don’t wait for a response. I keep moving, my eyes fixed on the green restroom sign at the back of the small aircraft. It’s dark inside, but I enter and close the door without locking it.
Just as I manage to take two deep breaths, the door is forcefully shoved aside, and Dominik enters the small cabin with his massive frame. I instinctively fall back and watch him lock the door.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I whisper-scream.
“You’re not running off on me every time something gets hard. That might work with everyone else in your life, but it won’t work with me. I’m not putting up with it anymore.”
“You’re a fucking psychopath.”
Moving in close, a malicious grin appears on his face. “I’m okay with that as long as I’m your psychopath.”
“You’re not my anything, and I’m not yours. I don’t want to talk, so get the hell out,” I yell.
But Dom doesn’t leave. He remains perfectly still, towering over me in the small space.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me what you want.”
“I just did, but you’re too stubborn to listen.” I shove his chest, but he’s like a rock, completely unyielding, making my attempt seem comical.
He grips my wrist, turning us as he pins my hand above my head, slamming it against the plastic mirror as my back digs into the small sink.
“Stop lying to me. Stop hiding from me. Let me in.” Dominik leans his head down, dragging the tip of his tongue up my neck to my earlobe. Shivers burst from every corner of my body.
Dominik starts sucking on my neck, giving me a hickey. Marking me.
“Start talking, or I’ll stamp every inch of your skin,” he says right before moving to a new spot and beginning his torturous assault.
“I want to stay paused. I don’t want to talk or think about anything.”
The words effortlessly slip from my lips, as if they were never mine to keep. The unwavering hunger in Dominik’s gaze forces me to accept there’s no turning back. I finally said what he wanted to hear. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I can’t help but want him. It might be pure lust mixed in with forbidden attraction or the fact that I know he can give me what I want sexually. Either way, I crave him, and I’m willing to risk it all for a taste.
14
ZOE
“Is that what you really want? To instill a temporary pause?” Dominik’s hand slides beneath my sweater. The lightest touch of his fingers causes goosebumps to spread across my body. I’m breathless, dangling on the edge of a cliff.
“Yes. Make me feel nothing,” I confess.
His lips play over mine. “I want to make you feel everything. I want to make you feel alive.”
“Good. Then stop talking and do it.”
“Your wish is my command,” Dominik says, releasing my wrists and gripping my leggings. The only thing I can hear is the sound of cloth ripping as he forcefully pulls the tattered fabric off my legs. Startled by the abrupt change in course and his impressive strength, I let out a shriek.
He falls to his knees and throws one of my legs over his shoulder.
“Dominik, not here!” I whisper-yell, knowing if his tongue touches my clit, I’m not going to be able to control my noises. His entire team is sitting out there. They’re definitely going to hear us and whatever is about to go down in this tiny plane bathroom.
He peppers kisses up and down my thighs, making me slick with need. I can’t decide if I want to be as far away from him as possible right now or if I want to grab his head and guide his lips to where they belong. The bastard has the audacity to edge me here, out of all the places.
Pressing his palms into my ass, Dominik groans as he finally makes contact. Every last morsel of shame and guilt fades away as he feasts on me. He leaves no space untouched, lapping and devouring me as his tongue plunges inside my tight opening. I arch my back, rolling my hips as one of my hands grips his hair. I need more.
