My treacherous chin juts out in a silent invitation. He doesn’t hesitate.His lips crash on to mine, practiced and possessive. His kiss is claiming. Intoxicating. Utterly addictive. I’ve never known anything like it. My blood turns to lava in my veins as his tongue sweeps against mine. Fuck, he knows exactly what to do with it.
Huge, calloused hands reach for my waist. I haven’t got a clue what I’m doing, but my body knows what it needs and is utterly unashamed in its pursuit. My hips slam against his, desperately seeking friction. A low rumble of approval sounds from his mouth, and I swallow it, moaning like a wild fucking animal.
His fingers slide up over my dress from my stomach to my breasts. My nipples are twin peaks, preening for his attention beneath the soft, tailored fabric. I cry out into his mouth as his thumbs flick over them.
I should stop him.
Stop this.
The man represents everything I worked so hard to escape from.
Yet I can’t tear myself away from his touch.
He rips his lips from mine long enough to say, ‘Hold on,’ before scooping me up like a rag doll, placing me on his kitchen counter, and pulling my thighs wide for him.
‘Dominic.’ My protest dies in my throat, along with a part of my soul.
17
DOMINIC
I’ve been imagining this scenario since the first second Aoife stepped into this kitchen. I shouldn’t be doing this. She’s too valuable to my cause to terrify her with my kinks, but now it’s happening, I’m helpless to stop it.
And I don’t want to.
I won’t fuck her.
But I will make her come so hard she’ll see stars, the sun and the entire fucking galaxy.
I nudge my hips between her legs, trailing my fingers up the inside of her inner thigh. She moans into my mouth again, and satisfaction surges through my bloodstream. Her tongue thrusts urgently against mine as she writhes on the worktop.
My fiancée clearly doesn’t have any patience.
If we were in the sex club instead of my kitchen, I’d teach her some. But now she’s finally cracked, the need to watch her come on my hand is all-consuming.
Our tongues continue to dance as her hands palm my shoulders, then drop to my pecs. Greedy fingers knead and squeeze as my fingers blaze higher to meet the lace scrapcovering the junction between her legs. She’s soaked for me. My cock thickens in my suit pants, pressing furiously against the zip.
I skim my fingers along the edge of her lingerie. Her eyes fly open, but she doesn’t stop kissing me. She needs this. Even if she doesn’t want it.
I snatch my hand away and she whimpers into my mouth, then reaches for my crotch. I swat it away. That’s not what this is about. This is about me demonstrating exactly how much pleasure I’m capable of delivering.
She pouts, and I bite back a chuckle, palming the back of her dress until I find the zip. I yank it down as she wriggles her arms out. The material pools around her waist, and I thank every god I don’t believe in that she’s not wearing a bra.
Her chest heaves as I drink her in, committing every inch of her frankly fucking perfect tits to memory. I dip my face to her nipple and suck—and she screams, fingers threading through my hair as I tease her with my tongue.
‘Fuck,’ she spits, and I laugh, popping my lips from her taut rosy bud.
‘No, not tonight, sweetheart.’ I raise my face to hers and trail my tongue over her lower lip before sucking it into my mouth, hard enough to break the skin. The sharp metallic taste of blood hits my tongue. Our eyes lock; hers swim with heat and hunger. ‘But youwillcome on my hand like a good girl.’
Her pupils dilate to saucers.
When she doesn’t protest, I dip my hand between her legs again. Her eyes roll skyward. ‘Watch me while I make you come.’
Wide, wild pupils flick to mine as her fingers dig into my shoulders. I pin her bare thigh to the kitchen counter withone hand and rip the lace from between her legs with the other. She gasps, watching as I stuff her shredded lingerie into my pocket.
‘You’re one of those kinky fuckers, aren’t you?’ Her voice is weighted with want.
My fingers glide up her thigh and slowly slide over her sex. She’s fucking saturated. ‘If you’re a good girl, you’ll find out.’
