I feel him pull away from my lips, but he never stops the push and pull motion with his hips, which I’m grateful for. My eyes are closed, so I can’t see his face, but I can feel him.
“Does my Angel like that?” he asks, but by the tone of his voice, he already knows the answer.
“Yes. Please,” I beg, though for what, I’m not sure. More of him, everywhere. I need him more than my next breath.
“Please what?” he asks, which has me opening my eyes and staring into his, begging with my gaze for all the things I need from him.
“More,” is all I can say, but it’s enough.
His lips land on mine again, but this time, it’s quick.
“Come on,” he says, then drags me toward a back door, only stopping to grab a shirt sitting on a chair with the name of the club on it. Then he’s dragging me outside and toward his bike.
***
I have no idea where he’s taking me, but as long as it’s a place with a bed and privacy, I don’t care.
We ride his bike for what feels like forever, but in this moment, I’m okay with that. I’ve never ridden a bike before. The guys always drop us off at home in a truck. I’m glad my first ride is with Dominic. It’s fitting, really, since I want every important first to be with him. If going off what happened at the club, I think I can safely assume he’ll be my first in every way possible.
He turns into a familiar parking space and I know where I am. Home. I feel disappointed, like he’s rejecting me.
I remain silent.
He helps me off the bike and takes my hand as he leads me inside and up the stairs. I follow him all the way to my door.
“Give me your keys,” he demands, and like his willing slave, I comply.
Reaching down for my purse, I realize I left it at the club.
“Oh no! My purse,” I say with worry. I can’t believe I was so caught up in him that I forgot it. How the hell am I going to get inside?
Smiling at me, he releases my hand, reaches into his pocket for something I can’t make out, and gets down on one knee in front of my door.
“What are you d—” I begin to ask, but before I can finish, my door pops open.
I’m shocked, and maybe a little freaked out, but also thankful that he was able to open it. I decide to be grateful and not think too much about it.
“I’ll text one of the guys to secure your purse in the safe,” he informs me as I walk inside my apartment, him following close behind.
Things have cooled down between us, and even though I still want him with every fiber of my being, I feel like maybe a few things need to be discussed. He obviously feels the same way because he walks over to my little couch and takes a seat.
“Come, sit with me,” he demands, but looking down at what I’m wearing, I decide I need to put something different on.
“Let me go change real quick.” I take off down the hall to my room.
Not wanting to make him sit out there alone too long, I rush into my closet and grab one of my baggy shirts, but then toss it onto the floor. I like the club shirt better. Plus, it smells like him from our ride here.
Reaching into the dresser inside my closet, I pull out a pair of underwear. Thankfully, one of the times I went to the store to buy costumes, I also bought some sexy panties. I hope Dominic likes them.
The shirt covers me enough that I don’t put any pants on. Plus, I’m hoping to be naked soon anyway. No need to put on more clothes than needed.
Leaving my closet, I almost miss him lying on my bed. It’s a sight to behold, one that makes my heart rate pick up and my palms get sweaty. I welcome the feeling, because I hope it leads to what I’ve been hoping for the past few weeks.
Making my way over to him, I crawl on the bed, trying to look sexy.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he growls, but he doesn’t sound mad.
“Looking at you like what?”
“Looking at me like you want me to devour you,” he says with barely contained control. “And I will, but first,” he pats the space beside him, “I wanna talk to you, since we’ve never really had a decent conversation before.”
He’s right. The times we have spoken haven’t ended well.
Lying down beside him, I turn on my side and watch him do the same. We stare at each other for a while before he speaks.
“Before things go any further, I wanna be clear. I’m not sure what it is you want from me, or what this is to you, but you should know that I’ve already staked my claim on you. I did that first night I met you.” His words excite me. I wanted him too, I just fought it longer than he did.
“I’m not a good man, and I think you know that. I do bad things and that won’t ever change. But I want you, Angel. I’m not willing to let you slip away from me. So, I guess what I’m saying is you’re mine.” He doesn’t really give me a choice in the matter, so it’s a good thing I feel the same way.
“I knew there was something about you that first night you saved me. I could see you were a man not to mess with, but that never scared me. You were my dark knight and I wanted you. But I need you to know that what you said that night really hurt me. I know you couldn’t have known, but my whole life I’ve heard those words. Yet, when you said them, it hit me hard. I knew if I wanted to change people’s perception of me, I needed to leave and start over. So I came here, and I’m glad I did. I’ve met some of the best people and have a job I love. It also brought me back to you.” I feel stupid saying it, but looking into his eyes, I know he doesn’t think down on me for voicing it. If anything, he feels it too.
Blowing out a breath, he rolls over so he’s on his back. “I meant to hurt you that night. I saw you before you saw me. Even before the cops showed up, I knew I wanted you. There was something so different about you, and I knew you were an innocent. I was greedy enough to want to have you anyway. I wanted to take your goodness and dirty it up with me. Then, at the police station, they told me who you were and what you did for me. I was angry, but not at you. I was angry with myself, for lowering you to those depths. I knew you were innocent, but I had no idea you were that innocent. I didn’t want to ruin you, so when you walked up to talk to me, I said the only thing I thought would hurt you. It was the only way I could save you from me.” He sounds so sad, and I want nothing more than to comfort him.
I take a moment to think about my next words, because I need them to be solid and true. I need him to know that there’s nothing wrong with him in my eyes. I know there are things about him that I still don’t know, but I still want him. He’s still a good man to me.
“I know you think I’m innocent, and maybe I am. What you don’t understand is that I don’t care who you are to the outside world. I don’t care about the things you’ve done or may continue to do. The only thing that matters to me is how you are with me.” I’m not sure if my words make sense to him, but I really want him to understand.
“I’ve hurt people,” he says.
“As long as you don’t hurt me, I’ll still want you.”
“I’m a criminal.” Again, it’s like he’s trying to make me not want him, but it’s pointless.
“I don’t care. We all do things we shouldn’t. I’m underage and I’ve drank,” I add, trying to make him laugh, but his hard expression doesn’t falter.
“I’ve—” he tries to say something else, but I don’t let him because I don’t need to know. It won’t change anything. He’s still one of the best men I’ve ever met. He didn’t care about himself when I was in danger. He stepped in and saved me. Twice. And even though I hate feeling weak, I love that he cared enough about me to want to protect me.
Pulling away just enough to speak, I say, “I. Don’t. Care.” Then I kiss him.
And it’s that kiss that finally makes him snap, but in a good way. All talking ceases, and I know that this is going to happen.
I
’m not sure if I should be nervous. This is my first time having sex, but I’m not. I feel so comfortable with him, it’s like we’ve done this a million times before.
Lifting my shirt up, he caresses me as if I’m a delicacy. I want him to be rougher, but for now, I’ll let him do things his way.
His lips trail down my neck and latch onto one of my breasts. Gasping, my back arches and my hands grip the sheet. I’ve never felt anything like this, and had no idea my breasts would be so sensitive.
When I think I can’t take much more, I feel his mouth move further down. He plants featherlight kisses across my stomach and along my panty line.
Looking down, I see him staring up at me, and I can read the question in his eyes. Taking matters into my own hands, I reach down and start to pull my panties down, baring myself to him, but he stops me. Instead of letting me do it myself, he takes over the task, only moving a lot slower, and with steadier hands than I would have had.
Lying here, completely naked, I feel no shame. The look in his eyes tells me he likes what he sees. It’s the same look he had every night he watched me dance, but more intense.
Inhaling deeply, he says, “You smell even better than I imagined you would. And I bet your taste is like nothing in this world.” Dipping his head, I feel his warm breath along my thighs and lower lips. Then, his breath is replaced with his tongue. The feeling is so intense, my hips nearly fly off the bed. They would have if he wasn’t holding them down.
I feel him moan deep inside me, making my insides quiver. “Oh, God,” I say, and if I was in any other situation, I would probably blush from embarrassment, but not now. I can’t think of anything else besides the feel of his tongue on me.
His tongue moves faster and he sucks my clit, causing an explosion to erupt inside of me. I start to scream, but his hand covers my mouth, muffling the noise. I’m sure I’ll be grateful for it later.
When I’ve calmed down enough to realize what just happened, I feel giddy. He just gave me my first orgasm. I don’t get to soak in the moment for long as Dominic begins to climb up my body, naked. When did that happen?
“You ready for me, Angel?”
“Please,” is all I can say, but it’s enough for him.
I feel his penis at my entrance, but he doesn’t push inside. Instead, he rubs himself along my wetness as he kisses my neck and sucks on my ear. He presses it against my clit, which makes my hips buck, causing the tip to enter me just a little.
Breathing heavily, I close my eyes, preparing myself for what’s to come.
“Look at me, Angel.”
When I look up into his eyes, I see my whole world staring back at me.
Chapter Fourteen
Torq
When her eyes open, I see something I never thought I’d see shining back at me—complete love and trust.
It’s not the love that a couple has for each other after they’ve been together for a while, but it’s a new kind of love. I want nothing more than to accept it, no matter what it means or how little there is.
I know she’s a virgin, and that I need to be gentle with her, so instead of pushing fully into her with one thrust, I move slowly. Inch by inch I enter her, trying to make this as painless as possible.
She flinches only a little when I push past her barrier, but then she moans, and I know the worst is over. I continue to move slowly at first, more for me than for her. She’s so tight and feels so good, I don’t want to move too fast. Otherwise, I won’t last long. It’s also her first time, and I want it to be good for her.
Picking up my pace, I thrust harder, causing us both to moan in unison.
“Fuck, Angel,” I growl when she squeezes my cock, almost to the point of pain. I guess when she told me she’d squeeze me, she wasn’t lying.
Her nails dig into my back as hers arches off the bed, begging without words for more.
Giving her what she wants, I move faster and harder. It won’t be long now, but I can’t stop myself.
“Yes, Dominic. Yes,” she cries out, urging me on. I’m more than willing to comply.
Lifting her leg with my right arm, I’m able to reach a spot deep inside her and she flinches. Whether it’s from my size or depth, I don’t know, but she doesn’t pull away.
“Shit, you feel so fuckin’ good.” I’ve never felt anything like this. Her pussy is silky and warm, and even though it’s a tight fit, it’s a perfect fit. She hugs my cock like she was made for me and me alone. I will do everything in my power to make sure she never leaves me. I’ll be the best man I can be for her so she never wants anyone but me.
Knowing I can’t hold my own pleasure off much longer, I lower her leg and slow my thrusts, wanting to savor this while I can. I still have to tell her I’m leaving in the morning, and I don’t know when I’ll be back. I don’t know how long I’ll be without her in my arms and in my bed, so I need this to be enough until I can return.
Kissing her lips softly and slowly, she latches onto my neck and devours my mouth, taking everything she can from me. She doesn’t have to try, because I’d willingly give her anything she wanted; all she has to do ask. I’d give her the fucking world.
Reaching down with my right hand as my left continues to hold myself up, I start to rub her clit, knowing it’s the best way to get her off before me. She already came once from my mouth on her, but I need her to come again on my cock. I need to feel her squeeze the life out of me and milk every drop of cum from my body.
I feel her insides start to pulse against me. I know I can make her come harder, so I rub faster and put more pressure on her clit as I move in and out of her, faster now.
The finish line is in sight, and just as I feel her contract and hear her scream words that aren’t even words, I start to come.
“Fuck,” I yell, pushing deeper inside her, filling her up with everything I have. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a release, so it feels like my orgasm goes on and on.
As I come down from the best high I’ve ever had, I lay my head on her chest.
“That was—” I start to say, only to have her finish my sentence.
“Amazing.”
I couldn’t agree with her more. Lifting my head, I caress her face with my rough hand, but she doesn’t mind my calluses. I just hope she never finds out the things I’ve done to earn them.
“You’re amazing,” I say, not caring how cheesy it sounds. It’s just me and her in this room, and if I can only promise her one thing, it’s that I will be open and honest, pure and true when we’re together. And even when we’re not alone, I’ll still make an effort to lavish her with the attention she deserves, to a point. I never want anyone to see my weaknesses. They give your enemies a way to hurt you, and I will not allow someone to hurt my Angel to get to me. I’ll die before that happens.
She smiles through a yawn. I know she’s exhausted, but I’m not ready to let her sleep just yet.
“Come on,” I say, pulling myself off her and standing up. My cock is starting to get hard again, but I know I need to give her some time to heal. She’s not ready for days and nights filled with lots of sex. She’s got to be sore, so I need to take care of her.
“Where we going,” she asks through another yawn.
“To shower. Then you can sleep, my Angel.”
It takes a bit of effort for her to pull herself from the bed, but when she stands, I can see a little more alertness in her eyes.
Reaching for her hand, I lead her to what I hope is the bathroom. It’s the only other door in this apartment, so it has to be it.
Sure enough, when I open the door, a small shower greets us. I wish it was bigger so both of us could fit inside, but I don’t need to shower, so I’ll let her wash up while I go back and inspect the bed.
Turning the water on, I open the door for her to enter.
“Aren’t you gonna join me?” she asks
, her eyes playful.
Laughing, I kiss her lips before slapping her ass. “Not tonight. You get washed up, take a soak, whatever you need. I’ll go make the bed and wait for you.”
She pouts, which makes her look even sexier, but I can’t take her again. I slap her ass once more to get her going, then grab a wet washcloth before leaving her to do her thing.
Once I’m back in her room, I wipe myself up as best I can.
I don’t put my clothes back on because I want to feel her skin on mine. I’ve never slept in a bed with a woman, but I’m looking forward to spending the night with her in my arms. Even if it’s only for a few hours.
While I wait for her to finish showering, I find another sheet in her closet. I try not to snoop too much, but I couldn’t help but notice a whole drawer filled with sexy costumes. A police officer outfit, a nurse and school girl outfit, and a few made out of what looks to be leather. I’m definitely going to have her wear those for me in a private show when I get back.
Just as I’m finishing putting the clean sheet on her bed, she comes walking into the room with just a towel. When she sees what I’m doing, she looks a little embarrassed.
Walking up to her, I take her in my arms so she knows there’s nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of. “It wasn’t that bad, so don’t worry, okay?”
She looks up at me and nods.
Reaching up, I pull the towel away from her body and lead her to the bed. Lying down beside her, I hold her close to me, her back to my chest.
“I have to leave tomorrow morning. I’ve got a few things to do for the club, but I’ll be back in a few days. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to wake you before I leave so I can put your number in my phone. I’ll call or text to let you know when I have a better idea of when I’ll be back.”
I thought she’d be upset, or think I was blowing her off, but she surprises me. I guess she really isn’t anything like other girls.
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