Page 108 of Bleed with Me

“Jesus Christ,” Dorian exhaled, pressing his forehead against mine. His muscular arms squeezed me tighter while my chest rose and fell rapidly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do it,” I whispered, my fingernails gently traveling down his cheek.

“Why didn’t you?” he asked, his palm caressing my side, avoiding the bruises.

My teeth sank into my lower lip. Dorian’s hand shot up instantly, freeing the delicate flesh.

“Why, Nina?” he muttered, brushing his nose against mine.

“Because,” I paused, losing myself in his eyes that had the power to make me tell him my deepest secrets. “I wanted you to know who you are kissing.”

A smile ghosted his lips.

“Well, now that I know…”

His mouth collided with mine once more, stealing the last remains of my sanity. I clung to him, my arms wrapping around his neck and legs around his waist when he lifted me. A moment later, my ass slammed against the piano, and he grasped my hips, pressing my aching pussy against his bulging erection.

A moan slipped from my throat, and I tilted my head back, giving him access to my neck. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin when he licked and nibbled a sensitive spot under my ear, his one hand clutching my thigh while the other found its way to my heated core.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned, his thumb brushing against my clit, making me cry out in pleasure. I leaned onto my elbows, spreading my legs wider, craving much more than his fingers.

“Stop playing, Dorian.” I wriggled my hips impatiently, but he was too engrossed in my breasts. His warm tongue circled my hardened nipple, his hand pumping in and out of me. The knot in my lower abdomen was tightening with every push, but it just wasn’t enough to throw me over the edge.

“Taste me,” I ordered harshly, placing my bare feet on his shoulders.

His eyes sparked with excitement, and he obediently lowered to his knees. Without having to tell him more, his mouth attacked my pulsating clit, his teeth and tongue teasing it while his hand moved relentlessly. My breathing grew heavy, my entire body tensing before the massive explosion almost tore me apart.

“Ooh, fuck, Dorian!” I screamed, my toes curling as my body collapsed onto the piano’s glossy surface, which felt like ice against my back. A sheen of sweat covered my skin, my body jerking slightly with the last echoes of the climax as Dorian slowly licked my pussy.

“You taste divine, ma vilaine,” he purred, glancing at me with pure adoration.

My heart jolted, my chest filling with undeniable contentment. Every cell in my body buzzed with satisfaction, and a lazy smile settled on my lips.

It was more than I had ever dared to fantasize about. The man of my dreams, cleaning the remains of my orgasm on his million-dollar piano as if the world wouldn’t erupt in flames if his mafia boss brother found out about us.

Lifting myself, I opened my mouth to suggest a switch because I was dying for his dick when a ringing phone resonated through the living room. Dorian frowned, fishing the cell from his pants pocket.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, scowling at the caller ID. “It’s the hospital.”

“Now?” I groaned, but he only shrugged and answered the damn thing.

It was his colleague, Johnny or Josh—I couldn’t hear clearly—needing a quick consult with a gunshot wound patient. I shot him an exasperated look, but tried to push the unpleasant feelings away. Knowing who Dorian was and what he did for a living, it was childish of me to be annoyed, or maybe even jealous, of his work. The rational part of me knew that, but the crazy, obsessed, possessive one was outraged by the interruption.

Couldn’t these idiots chat an hour later? Or tomorrow?

Seeing that Dorian had no intention of ending the call, I jumped from the piano and moved to the couch. He sat there like the king of the world, legs spread and an arm stretched over the backrest, listening intently. His eyes tracked me as I slowly approached, and eagerness danced in them when I straddled him.

With a seductive smile on my lips, I started to unbutton his shirt, exposing his chest. My fingernails gently grazed his soft, tattooed skin, tracing the lines of his defined muscles. Leaning closer, I kissed his collarbone, pulling a strained moan from him.

“Johnathan, get to the point,” he commanded harshly, his hand gripping my thigh. I smiled against his jaw, peppering it with tiny kisses on my way to his ear.

“Yes,” Dorian drawled, tilting his head. My hand traveled down his abs to his belt as I nibbled his earlobe. “You can’t do that!” he barked into the phone, gaping at my palm that was caressing his cock through his pants.

A laugh escaped me at the desperation in his voice. I didn’t care if the words were meant for his colleague or me.

“You need scans, Johnny,” he exhaled, grasping my wrist to stop my moving hand. “And call Melody.” His blazing eyes locked with mine. “I can’t…”

He trailed off because I won the battle and gripped his dick. His teeth sank into his lower lip hard to stop a moan from escaping, while the guy on the other side panicked.