There was a moment of peace that followed. My mind went quiet. There were no negative thoughts. No questions about what’d just happened.
Just peace.
I wasn’t the one to break it.
“Fuck.” Dominic pulled himself out of my mouth, hastily shoving himself into his jeans. “Fuck.I can’t believe we did that.”
Any warm feelings I might’ve had towards him evaporated like mist. I swiped the back of my hand over my mouth as I glared up at him. “We? I’m the one who was on my knees, Dominic. Wasn’t like you did anything out of the ordinary.”
He grabbed my collar and hauled me close. His eyes were dark again, but this darkness I was familiar with. It was the one that preceded a storm of his making.One of fury and determination. “You don’t tell anyone about this, you got that?”
“Likewise,” I snarled, shoving his hand away. “Don’t think that what just happened gives you the right to manhandle me, Dominic. I choose when you get to touch me, not the other way around.”
He blinked in surprise. To be honest, I was surprised too. I thought maybe I wouldn’t be able to stand up to him after that, but it was the opposite.
Dominic might’ve lit the match, but I’d taken it and set the whole stack ablaze. I had no idea what would happen next.
But I was content to let it burn all the same.
He backed up to the window and triumph flared in me. I’d won. I’d actually won. Dominic had tried to push me to my limits and failed.
But then he smirked and the flare dimmed. “We’ll see about that.”
I should’ve known the game wouldn’t end there.
6
Dominic
The pavement blurred beneath my feet as my body took me home on muscle memory alone. I paid no attention to my surroundings. I didn’t see the houses I passed. The trees in the woods. The cars on the roads. None of it.
All I saw was Ryan on his knees. Blinking up at me as he unknowingly reshaped everything I’d thought I knew about myself.
Fuck.
This wasn’t what was meant to happen. I’d just wanted to fuck with him a little bit. See how far I could push him.
I mean, come on. I was a dick. I knew that. I was arrogant, cocky, and a grade A arsehole.
But I wasn’t unfeeling. I had every intention of looking out for Ryan regardless of what had happened. I had no idea why I’d even thrown out the idea of him giving me head.One minute he’d been up in my face, showing me a side of himself I was quickly becoming addicted to, and the next I’d been suggesting he got on his knees.
Never in a million years had I expected him to do it.
Never in a billion years had I thought I’d let him.
As for enjoying it? Glimpsing nirvana as I came down another guy’s throat?
That hadn’t even crossed my mind as a possibility.
I only slowed my pace as I approached the back door. Taking a few deep breaths, I shook my hands out to try and stop them trembling.Pull yourself together, man.
When I was calmer, I opened the door as quietly as I could. Relief filled me at the darkness that greeted me. Hopefully he was passed out already. Or down the pub—that’d be even better. Not that that was likely, given we didn’t have two pennies to rub together these days.
It was more likely that the meter had run out again. I’d have to try and pick up an extra shift or two down the chippy to get the leccy turned on again.
Fucking great.
Even in complete darkness, I knew where to step. I tiptoed through the kitchen without knocking into anything. In the hall, I jumped over the creaky floorboards.
