DOM DIARIES : THE CHASE: A Billionaire searches for love.

by Jax Hart

  I grabbed my purse and stood shakily in her borrowed heels. I came here to try to rescue Christine but ended up making everything worse for myself.

  Damn my temper.

  It always ran hot, and I have terrible impulse control, not to mention my lack of a filter. I say whatever is on my mind. Often not caring if it lands me in hot water. The tingling between my shoulder blades as I walked out, warned me that I just stepped into a shit-ton of trouble.

  Johnny’s goons led me out. I felt Raphael's eyes searing my back. I knew he wasn’t done with me.

  But how could I know how dark he really was? Or the lengths he would go to make me his?

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  It wasn’t fucking worth it.

  At least that’s what I kept telling myself.

  Any lingering hope that she might be into me, died when she spoke to me the way she did just now. She completely dismissed me. Burned me. Rage filled my veins, fueled what I ended up doing. No woman had ever affected me the way she did. No woman had ever made me feel so…unwanted. Old wounds bled. I was the lost little boy, my father kicked in the shins while telling me I was a worthless piece of shit.

  She wasn’t feeling the same things I was. There was no doubt left. All my stupid fantasies of us drinking coffee in bed vanished. She wasn’t into me, not in the way I had hoped.

  But I still wanted to make her take every hard inch of me until she’d cry out for more and hate herself after. I’d hate myself even more. She was broken and I didn’t even do it intentionally.

  I needed to fix this somehow.

  I will make her crave me, want me—dream of me. She’ll wish she never spurned me. I’ll ruin her for other men—she’ll crave my dick for the rest of her life, knowing some other faceless woman will be getting it instead of her.

  Fuck Selina.

  I slayed her dragons and yet she still saw me as one of the bad guys. Well fine, if that’s who she thought I was, I’d own it. Be it.

  The DOM in me couldn’t let this go, I had to have her… break her. Make her crave my cock more than her next meal. I wasn’t a dick all the time despite what she thinks. I have a softer side, I can care- want nothing but to find love at this point in my life. But in the bedroom, I needed certain things.

  I’d become her dark prince. I was obsessed and couldn’t let her go.

  Roque brushed past me, “I need to take care of some business. This has been entertaining. I should visit New York more often.”

  “Fuck you,” I breathed, too pissed to worry about insulting him. He raised an eyebrow as he looked back at me but kept moving forward.

  “So that was the infamous, Selina.”

  “Fuck you, too, Johnny.”

  “It was you, wasn’t it?” I turned my attention to Christine.

  She looked down.

  “You decided to call her out? Letting everyone know her identity? You made her a target from day one when you tagged her on all those posts.”

  “Easy,” Johnny warned, “they have my protection now.”

  I paced. “It’s not enough. That place is a shit box.” I was disgusted with everything and everyone. Selina’s crappy roommate, Johnny for being such a cocksucker, and Roque for, I don’t know- just being Roque.

  “Just find someone else. The girl is hot, but not the hottest piece of ass in the city.” He leaned back and took his cigar case from his breast pocket, clipped the end of one, and lit it. Christine just sat there like a tamed pet. I had wanted to chase after Selina when she had left, but that would make me look even weaker and more pathetic in front of my friends.

  But the last place I wanted to be in all of Manhattan, was here as Johnny puffed out halo rings from his cigar while Christine's hands moved under the table, to probably jerk him off.

  I turned on my heel, not even bothering with a goodbye. I needed to stay away from the girl, but I was a moth to her flame. I ordered my driver to take me to her shitty apartment. I climbed the stairs finding Tony, one of Johnny’s men, unlocking the door and going inside.

  “What the fuck? Tony?!” I moved fast, grabbing him by the back of his neck. He crouched low trying to throw me over his back and draw his gun.

  “Rafe? What the fuck, man?”

  “What are you doing keying in?”

  “Relax. The boss gave me orders, he’s pussy-whipped. He’s only been doing her a few weeks and now he’s moving her out and into one of his buildings. A moving van with ten guys is on the way. You know how the boss is—he moves fast.”

  I grunted, looking around for signs of Selina. Fucking Johnny just did me a solid without even knowing it. She’d be alone, unprotected and at my wicked mercy or she’d move in with Christine, right into the devil’s lair. Either way, access to my unwilling princess just became a hell of a lot less complicated.

  My cell pinged with a message.

  “MOTHERFUCKER!” I roared. Roque sent me a selfie of him and Selina. Her eyes were smiling, her cleavage was popping out of her dress and Roque was grinning like a son of a bitch. My cell pinged again with a text:

  She’s in good hands… feeling better already.

  I fucking saw red. “Pack up everything. Even the roommate’s. Empty everything.” I ordered Tony, before striding into Selina’s room. It was pathetic. A mattress sat on the floor. Her clothing was stored in plastic bureaus. It was neat, but barely above how a homeless person would live in Central Park.

  I couldn’t let her stay here. Not now. There was no choice. No second-guessing I was doing the right thing. But I would take something from her. I opened her plastic bin and searched until I found what I was looking for. I grinned and slipped the vibrator into my pocket. I might let her have this again, but only after my cock gets to pound the shit out of her G-spot first.

  I also swiped a pair of her panties, knowing I’d wrap the soft silk around my shaft and fuck myself with it later. That tiny scrap of material would feel better wrapped around my cock then a skank from Johnny’s club, that I knew for fucking sure.

  I texted Roque demanding to know where they were, but he wouldn’t reply. I had my driver take me back to the East Side and I sat on my balcony nursing a scotch. I would find her before the night was over, even if I had to go toe-to-toe with the fuckin’ mob.

  I sat out watching the city lights stretching across the horizon and I waited. I knew Roque would let me know eventually. “I’m sorry, Mama.” I whispered to the night sky. “My dark needs are too much to fight and fighting with her is making them impossible to ignore anymore.”

  Roque texted, telling me he dropped her off at one of Johnny’s houses. She had drunk too much wine and had told him her life story. It burned me. She told him everything I had wanted to know. She let him comfort her, when it’s all I wanted to do.

  Fucking Roque.

  He had the looks of a movie star, but on the inside—the man was a monster. A ruthless killer who took his seat on the mob throne and held a sharp sword. I knew he wouldn’t hurt Selina. Roque only hunts his enemies. But it cut deeply that the woman who enthralled me kept cutting me off at the knees while opening like a flower for someone else. Even if that man was an old friend.

  I started plotting.

  Executing.

  Selina would be mine, but it wouldn't be all champagne and roses—no, it would be war.

  “She’s asleep. Nothing happened. We shared a bottle of wine and I put her to bed.”

  I pushed past Roque, needing to see her. Her long, dark hair spread across the ivory satin sheets. Her cheeks were flushed.

  “Fuck.”

  “I know. If you hadn’t seen her first, I’d be balls deep in her sweet cunt right now.”

  Roque is a ruthless motherfucker, but I raised my fist and grabbed his collar with my other one. “Don’t fucking talk about her like that. She’s mine.”

  He grinned like a son of a bitch. “It’s just my shitty luck lately. Every woman who piques my interest, one of my friends has already staked a claim.”

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p; “That’s a crock of shit. As if you’d ever let ‘friendship’ stand in the way of anything you want.”

  “True. I wouldn’t. But anyone can tell she’s the match that lights your fire. If I had a chance…believe me, I would take it and fuck you over in a second. She likes you. The more wine she drank, the more she bitched about what a dick you are.” He stepped back and placed a strong hand on mine, forcing me to let go of him. “Don’t ever fucking touch me again. Old friend or not—I won’t let it slide again. I have a rep to maintain. If I appear at all weak it puts my position as the Don in jeopardy. Don’t fuck with me, Rafe. You won’t like the consequences.”

  He turned, walking out. “We’re meeting back at Timber tomorrow for a boys’ night out. Like old times. Don’t be late.”

  “Fuck off,” I breathed. “I don’t care who the fuck you are, Roque. And I don’t care about your mafia shit either. It doesn’t mean jack to me.”

  “How do you think I became the youngest head of my family? We’re lonely motherfuckers. That’s why when we find sweet pussy, we tend to go nuts over it. Be careful. She could ruin you.”

  “Never. My plan is to ruin her for anyone else.”

  “That’s a shame. I liked her sass. Don’t completely curb it.”

  “I’m going to own that ass.”

  “Fuck, I’m jealous. Horny, too. I’m going to go find some girls.”

  “Girls?”

  “My balls fucking ache. I’ll need at least two tonight.”

  I shook my head as he left. Roque always was a ladies’ man. Even before he was the king of the mob.

  I stared at my sleeping beauty. Maybe it wasn’t fair to make her pay for the sickness rolling around in my gut. But she rejected me. All of me. Not just the scraps I usually offered women. My father rejected all my love and Selina spurned her chance at it. My pride was wounded. Every woman I’d ever met wanted it from me; along with my money and power and I never gave any of them one fucking sliver of any of it.

  Until Selina. I was open to the possibility of having a real relationship with her, wanting to pursue where our crazy chemistry could lead.

  She might like the way my hands felt on her, but she hates herself for it.

  And I was sick of being rejected.

  The pain of the little boy I was, always hoping my father would give his love, never truly left me, and now it mixed with the fresh pain of her denial of what was between us, which only made me insane. Was I that unlovable? Was I destined to be a lonely fuck forever now that my Mama and Nana were gone?

  She moaned and shifted in her sleep. My hands itched to touch her. Why the hell not? She already thinks I’m a selfish prick. Who am I to shatter that illusion?

  I pulled back the sheet, feeling my dick swell at the sight of all the smooth, creamy, cappuccino colored skin. I just fucking stared at her, knowing what I was about to do would change everything.

  She’d hate me more.

  But I didn’t give a shit.

  The hope for love and romance was over. The time had come for her dark seduction. I just wasn’t sure which game I’d play yet—how far would I reel her into my world of dirty pleasures.

  I was just as bad as Pierce, maybe worse.

  But she had her chance at my heart and threw it away. I’d enjoy every nook and cranny of her curvy body and sink balls deep into her. I’d discover all her mysteries. Maybe then, I’d be able to purge this wildcat from my blood. Love had nothing to do with it. This would be pure physical pleasure and nothing more.

  She moaned and I swore it was my name that passed her lips. She was stuck somewhere, far away in the depths of a drunk induced REM cycle, but my gut told me wherever she was I was there with her in her dream. The pad of my finger ran across her bottom lip. But I didn’t stop there. I ran it across both breasts and down her left hip.

  “Wake up, beautiful,” I murmured, dropping my lips to her parted ones. Fuck she tasted good. I groaned, feeling my dick standing at attention. I straightened, unbuttoned my shirt, and unbuckled my belt, giving my thick cock some more room. I moved over her, leaning my weight on my elbows and knees as I stared down at the beauty beneath me.

  She moaned my name again. I bent over her, my lips finding the creamy skin of her collarbone.

  She sighed in her sleep, her body untangled—inviting me closer. I hissed out a long breath as her thigh brushed my aching cock.

  My biceps strained, carrying my weight as I closed my eyes and tried to fight it. I wanted to wreck this woman. Conquer her. Invade her. Seize every piece of her heart and do what I want with it.

  Because I wanted all of her to be mine.

  But there was a right and wrong way to go about doing that. I tried the right way and got nowhere.

  Fuck it.

  I lowered my weight a few inches, letting my cock rub flush against her thighs. I still had my pants on, but damn it felt divine.

  My right hand ran up her leg, parted her further and began to slowly brush against her. One finger, then two. Her breathing became more rapid, she was wet and fucking hot. I circled her nub, pressing down hard then letting it go, being gentle and kind.

  That was me.

  A perfect contradiction.

  One minute, gentle and kind—the next, rough and ruthless.

  She trembled beneath me, close to climax.

  “What the fuck? Raphael?” She shrieked and pushed against my chest, breathing hard. She clicked on the bedside lamp and I smirked as I stared.

  Her hair was wild, cascading over her shoulders, her makeup smudged, but it made her look dirty and I loved it. Her lips were wet—her cheeks, flushed. Her body had a coat of thin sweat and I knew her clit throbbed still wanting to come. I smirked and raised an eyebrow, “Having sweet dreams?”

  She came at me.

  Her hands moved fast, she cracked my cheek good before I trapped her wrists and threw her back down on the bed. She hissed and spat at me. My cheek throbbed where her hand made contact. Any hope I had of taming myself was gone. I was ruthless Rafael, intent on making her admit how I made her feel.

  My knees were steel bands, locking her in place before I rolled to the side, holding her prisoner against me. My cock, jutted angrily into her backside as I muttered, “Easy there little spitfire. I’m no rapist. By the time I’m done with you—you’ll beg me to fill you full of my cock and cum.”

  “Never.”

  I chuckled low in my throat while my palm cupped her still throbbing sex. “Mentirosa.”

  “Never. I don’t want—” Her words were cut off by my crushing kiss. I melded my lips to hers, slipped my tongue inside and crushed her protests. I was sick of hearing it. Sick of needing her the way I did. And I wished I never met her because no one ever made me feel so out of control as this curvy little hellion nipping my tongue with her teeth. There was nothing submissive about this wildcat and I was harder than steel. I wanted to tame this kitten, be her master and owner. I wanted her to purr only for me and only on my command.

  “Fuck!”

  I pulled back tasting the tang of blood. She drew it first. But I was determined to draw it from her next. With her hands still held together in one of mine, I blocked her bucking hips with my thighs and moved my head. My tongue swirled over the silk fabric of her dress. I traced and teased the pebbled nipple trapped on the other side.

  I looked up, grinning at her with wicked eyes seconds before I turned back to my task. I sucked hard. My teeth sank into her breast.

  She screamed my name.

  And I knew it wouldn’t be for the last time.

  I released one hand and kept the other one trapped so I could torment her sweet cunt. I smelled her desire for me even as her free hand battered against my back.

  I was relentless, not stopping my dark torment. I suckled her through the cheap dress, my fingers going in wild circles through her folds. Her half-hearted attempts to push me away subsided as I stroked that pretty pussy.

  I let her other hand free and it landed on the bac
k of my head, holding me to her. I bit down hard as I plunged a few fingers deep. She came in a mix of wild chaos. Her mind was unwilling to bend but her body broke as the trembling, sweaty mess of her was trapped by my embrace.

  “I hate you,” she spat, as she came back down to earth. I sat up and moved off her, adjusted my clothes and moved a hand through my hair.

  “Not as much as I hate you.” And I did hate her, for making me feel so many fucking ugly things.

  “I wish our worlds never collided.”

  “Me too. Maybe I’d get a chance at sleep tonight. But somehow I know all I’ll see is… you.”

  She was defiant as she stared at me. The top half of her dress was hanging off one shoulder and soaking wet from my mouth. I felt a twinge of remorse at how things could have been, but I brushed it aside. I was used to burying my emotions, burying the guilt I felt would be easy.

  I turned on my heel and walked into the bathroom with my aching dick practically in my hand. I couldn’t meet my eyes in the mirror as I washed my hands and patted down my hair with some water. I wanted to prove to her that she desired me. Mission accomplished and I liked who I had become. I was a DOM. Not the fifty shades of fucking whatever type—the ruthless, control freak type. I needed her, craved her, wanted her and I didn’t give a flying fuck what she thought about it.

  With a nod, I finally raised my head and met my eyes in the mirror. They glittered like black diamonds. My cheekbones were taunt and flushed. Desire was written all over me for the woman I just touched.

  I dried my hands and opened the door.

  She was gone.

  “Selina!” I roared, as I charged through the ensuite. I didn’t bother checking the other rooms when I knew she had fled. I pushed too hard. Took too much. I played my hand two rounds too soon.

  “Fuck!”

  I charged out into the hall, startling Johnny’s guards. “Which way did she go?” They pointed to the emergency exit stairs.

  “And you just let her?”

  The both shrugged. “We thought she was one of the club girls… Johnny and Roque bring back. We’ve never had to guard any of them.”