Biting my shoulder once more, she plunged her cock inside of me, stretching me to my limit. Thank god she’d fingered me first, or I might not have been able to take her without tearing.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I screamed, scraping my nails down her back.
Without slowing, she grabbed my chin, slamming my head against the shelf. “Tell me how much you like it, or shut your fucking mouth.”
As she pounded into me, I bit her hand to muffle my screams. My teeth pressed into the scar I’d left all those months ago, hoping to draw old blood.
But Dom ripped her hand away, pinning me by the throat instead. “Tell me, Kiera.”
She pulled her strap out, slapping my pussy before plunging back in. “Tell me you fucking like it.”
“I… I…” As her grip tightened at the sides of my throat, I could hardly think, could hardly fight back the words that had been so desperately clawing at the back of my throat all these weeks. “Fffuck, I love it.”
Dom slammed into me. “Again.”
“I love it, Dom. I love it!” My eyes rolled back as she squeezed tighter again.
A few more seconds of pressure, and I’d probably faint. But she was in a fucking trance, and I wasn’t sure that my losing consciousness would stop her. I wasn’t sure that I wanted it to.
Just as the black edges began to fade into my vision, though, she let go, using her hands to lift me higher, wrapping my legs around her hips as she finished me.
“Come for me. I want to feel you dripping,” she growled.
The command was easy to follow. She bounced me on her cock, letting the base slam hard against my clit with each thrust until my eyes were rolling back. “Oh god, Dom. Oh god. Oh!”
I screwed my eyes shut, biting into her shoulder as an animalistic scream ripped straight from my core.
“FfffUCK!” I hollered, slamming my fists against her back and her shoulders and her chest as my body started to quake.
Dom didn’t slow, keeping her pace as I grunted through the last of my climax and turned into a shivering mess in her arms.
My heart ached for her, knowing that she could handle all of my worst parts. The screaming, the crying, the violence I’d kept locked away. Dom knew it was there and she was willing to put it all on her shoulders.
The sound of my orgasm had been enough to summon my angels, whose alarm turned to disappointment as they swung open the pantry door.
“How the fuck—?” Spencer muttered.
But Dom simply pulled out of me and dropped me on the floor for them to take care of.
Dom doesn’t do dirty work.
My angels rushed to my side, cradling me in their arms and wiping the sweat away from my face. But Dom’s shit-eating grin as she pushed past them was unmissable.
“Game’s over. I win.”
86
KIERA
As brutal as it was,whatever happened between me and Dom in the pantry had reset the equilibrium between us just a little bit. She was still annoying and stoic, and I was still tending to a bruised ego on top of my injuries, but at least we’d gotten out some of our frustrations.
Some of the sexual tension, too.
And lord knew we needed any kind of release we could get at this point. Two more weeks gone by put us two weeks past The Oracle’s deadline to transport us. But despite their promise, there hadn’t been a peep from their end since our visit to Delphi.
As annoyed as I was about being ghosted by those freaks, I could tell that no one was as bothered by it as Dom. I knew that for a fact because, despite her insistence we stay inside and heed The Oracle’s warnings for the past month, she was suddenly loosening our leashes.
Not far by any stretch — we were allowed back at Lucky Strike, and only at night when customers weren’t around. But after a month cooped up in the house, it felt like the universe had doubled in size.
