"This is going to sting," I warn, uncapping the antiseptic.
"I can handle it."
I pour it over his knuckles and he doesn't even wince. He watches me as I work, his gaze heavy and unwavering. I clean away the blood carefully, revealing the full extent of the damage, then start applying butterfly bandages to the worst of the splits. My hands are shaking and I can’t hide it. It’s all from proximity and the way he's looking at me. The heat building between us is suffocating and undeniable.
"Roxy," he says, his voice low.
I look up and his free hand comes up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushes across my cheekbone. The touch is gentle,so different from the man I witnessed earlier, but there's possession in it. Claim.
"I need you to understand something," he says.
"What?"
"I'm not a good person. I've done things, really bad things. Things that would make you run if you knew."
"I don't care."
"You should."
"But I don't." I lean into his touch, my heart hammering. "I've done bad things too. I've wanted to do worse. I've spent my whole life feeling like something was wrong with me because I couldn't pretend to be normal, couldn't fake caring about the things everyone else cares about. And then I saw you, and I knew."
"Knew what?"
"That I’m not alone in this hell."
His thumb moves and traces my bottom lip. "I am like you. That's the problem."
"That's not a problem." My voice comes out breathier than I intend. "That's everything."
The van literally crackles with sparks flying everywhere, a result of this wild chemistry we have. I'm still holding his injured hand, with the first aid kit forgotten beside me, and all I can think about is closing the distance between us. About finding out if his mouth tastes as sinister as I imagine. About letting this thing between us ignite.
"Roxy," he says again, and this time it sounds like a warning.
I don't heed it as I lean forward and kiss him.
For a heartbeat, he's still, but it doesn’t last long before he's kissing me back, hard and hungry, his hand sliding from my jaw to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair and tugging until a wonderful sting forces a deep groan from my soul. The kiss is bruising, possessive, and I open for him immediately,meeting his intensity with my own. Our tongues dance together in long, deep, languid strokes, my jaw aches from how deep this kiss is, his mouth all but consuming mine. His taste is unique to him and addictive, all smoke and sex. It’s my new favorite drink.
His injured hand grabs my hip, pulling me closer and I go willingly, climbing into his lap, straddling him. The movement presses us together and I feel how hard he is, the evidence of his want pressing against me through our clothes, causing the ache in my pussy to throb uncontrollably. I’ve never been this turned on.
I grind down against him and he groans into my mouth, the sound rocking through me.
"Fuck," he mutters, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down my jaw, to my neck. "You're going to ruin me, and I’m gonna destroy you."
"Good," I gasp as his teeth scrape against my pulse point before he sucks on the skin hard and I whine at the bite, even more turned on that there will be proof of him left on my body for people to see.
His hands are everywhere, removing my denim jacket before palming my breasts through my dress, gripping my ass and pulling me harder against him. There's nothing gentle about it. Nothing tentative. He touches me like he owns me, like he's been waiting for this just as long as I have. Dom pulls away and stands above me, my heart hammering in my chest as he looks at me with a predatory look that makes my thighs clench. He leans down and picks up one of my lollipops from the box, and zeros in on me.
"Strip," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Everything. Now."
I stand across from him and my fingers tremble as I start to pull up my dress. He watches with dark, hungry eyes with his arms crossed over his chest, making no move to help me. Hewants to watch me undress for his own entertainment, exposing myself piece by piece.
"Slower," he says when I move too quickly. "I want to see every inch of you."
I slow my movements, slowly removing my dress over my head. My bra next, then finally my panties, which are already damp with arousal. I stand here before him completely naked, my nipples hardening in the cool air, my pussy already slick with need.
"Good girl," Dom murmurs, as he approaches me and trails his fingers across my collarbone, making me shiver. "Now get on the bed. On your back. Spread your legs wide for me."
Holy shit. I climb onto the bed, my heart pounding. I lay back against the blankets and open my thighs, exposing my glistening pussy to his gaze. I can feel how wet I am, my arousal coating my inner thighs.
