Dominic’s finger grazes over my tattoo before he grips my shorts.
“Yes, you do. You keep walking around looking at me with those fuck me eyes, your body begs for more each time I kiss you, and you’ve got your shorts unbuttoned, teasing me. So, what’s it going to be?”
Brushing my hair off my shoulder, he grips my neck as he comes torturously close to my lips.
“You want my cock filling your tight hole? Want me to cum all over your ass?”
His bold words arouse me even more. My body is begging to be touched, to have this ache sated, yet there are annoying thoughts entering my mind. How bad will it hurt? Or will it? Will he know I’m a virgin? Will he be able to tell?
“Yes,” the word slips from my mouth before I realize what I’ve said.
A wicked smirk crosses his face. My hands grasp his shoulders as he lifts me from the sink. His mouth smothers my excited whimper as he pulls my shorts off my hips. My underwear quickly follows, leaving me bare in only my shirt and bra.
I have no time to think much of my nudity as my arms instinctively raise. Dominic’s fingers graze along my skin as he lifts my shirt over my chest. Tossing my shirt, he stares at my cleavage and pink bra.
“Jesus, these tits.”
His eyes catch the clasp in the front and he goes for it, releasing my breasts, letting the bra flutter to the floor.
Cupping my left breast in his hand, he lifts it, filling his mouth with my nipple. My head falls back and my breathing increases in raspy, needy whimpers.
Reaching down, he slides his fingers between my, legs and I cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet for me. You want my cock more than I thought.”
“I do,” I plead, writhing over his fingers.
He adds another digit and my mouth forms an ‘O’ as I moan.
“Like my fingers fucking you?”
“Yes.”
“Say how much you like it,” he demands.
Gripping the sink, I squeeze as he adds a third digit, stretching me.
“You feel so good. I want more.”
“I’m gonna give you more. So much more.”
The warm touch of his hand leaves my breast, and I hear the zipper of his jeans come undone.
Glancing down, I watch him stroke his erection, and the sight of it turns me on. Dominic’s lascivious gaze matches mine as he continues fisting and working his erection.
“Want to put your mouth on it?”
Nibbling my lip, I nod, “I do.”
“That a girl.”
I might be a virgin, but it’s not my first time being intimate. I’ve done everything but give up the v-card. Why I want to give it to Dominic, I don’t know. There’s something about him that makes me want to pleasure him and take every bit of pleasure he’s willing to give.
Taking him in my hand, I admire how thick and long he is. His cock is perfect. A single vein stretching across the top, thickening as I place my mouth on his head.
Curling his fingers around my hair, he tightens his grip as I move him in and out, taking him to the back of my throat, sucking hard, then repeating it with an eager moan.
“Like that, don’t you?”
Looking up at his satisfied expression, I suck harder. Dominic pulls back with a hiss.
“Fuuuck, suck any harder and I’m gonna cum in your mouth and miss the feeling of your tight pussy.”
Tugging at his black tank, he pulls it over his head, revealing all the intricate ink. Black designs go every which way. My eyes can’t settle on one design, they roam over his body, admiring every skull, flower, star, cross, and tribal design.
“You like what you see?”
“Yes.”
Beneath his glossy green eyes, the curl of his lip tells me he’s pleased to hear that. Looking me up and down, I suddenly feel self-conscious being naked. Crossing my arms over my chest, I try to cover myself somewhat as his gaze blazes a heated trail across my skin.
Dominic takes my arms in his hands, stopping me from covering myself.
“Look at me.”
Lifting me, he sets me on the sink. The cold porcelain is a stark contrast to his warm hands. Keeping my gaze locked on his, he takes his erection in his hand, guiding it between my spread legs. I flinch at the unfamiliar sensation, then instantly relax as he moves his head against my wet opening.
The motion sets my body on fire, my need rises, yearning for more. His dominating mouth takes control, his tongue sliding between my lips as his cock pushes forward, filling me.
Slowly at first, he slides out a little, then back in. I feel myself stretching around him, a warm discomfort but tolerable. My body is confused on what to focus on, his incredible kiss, or the new sensation between my legs. His pace picks up, and my ass rocks over the sink. Keeping hold of my ass, he holds me steady as he pumps into me.
“This pussy… so fucking tight.”
Claiming my mouth, he puts a hand under my leg, raising it in the air, positioning himself deeper in. Clinging to him, I hold my breath as his thrusts get harder. The slick sound of our bodies slapping together echoes through the small bathroom, and I bite my lip as his cock pounds against my cervix.
“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good. I want to come in your ass.”
The statement shocks me, and he seems to notice.
His thrusts slow. “Never had anal, have you?”
Shaking my head, he gives a humored chuckle. “That’s ok. Don’t worry about it.”
Dropping my leg, he pulls out and the warmth of him abruptly leaves me, leaving behind a cold and hollow feeling.
“Turn around.”
Across my back, his strong hand warms my skin, then with ease he pushes me forward. Bracing my hands on the sink, I glance over my shoulder and see the satisfied look on his face as he pumps his erection in his fist. Hot cum shoots across my ass and back. With the last of it, he squeezes my ass.
“Fuck, that was good.”
Dominic reaches over me, grabbing the towel from the sink and wipes his hand on it. He goes silent, wiping the towel between my legs, across my back, helping to clean me off.
“Are you on your period?” he asks, his tone suddenly uneasy.
“No.”
Grip tight on my arm, he turns me to face him. “There’s blood on me and the towel. Were you a virgin before this?”
It’s hard to hold his gaze, he seems irritated.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you were, weren’t you?”
“What does it matter?”
My arms cover my chest as I squat down and scoop up my clothes.
“If I’d known,” Dominic pushes me back with his dominating presence, “I wouldn’t have fucked you in this bathroom.”
A hysterical knock pounds at the door. “Dominic, why are you still in there with Erika?”
It’s Amberlee.
Dominic rakes a hand through his hair and lets out a frustrated growl through his teeth. Tucking himself back into his jeans, he zips them, then cracks the door. Amberlee tries to push through, and he easily contains her.
“What the fuck are you doing? She’s barely eighteen,” Amberlee shouts.
Looking past her, he speaks to someone behind her. “Ditch, get your woman under control. Stay the fuck out of my business, Alee.”
“Alee, leave them alone. C’mon.”
“Asshole,” she barks, just before he slams the door in her face.
Dominic turns to me. His jaw is twitching beneath darkened eyes.
“You said you were twenty. Twenty,” he snaps.
I jump at the raised tone of his voice.
“When did you turn eighteen?”
“Four months ago.”
“Fuck, no wonder Alee’s pissed.”
Embarrassed, I clutch the towel and my clothes to my naked body. With him standing between me and the door, I can’t escape this awkward situation. Tears pool in my eyes as the expression on Dominic’s face turns to disgust.
“You lied to me. I don’t tolerate bein
g lied to.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Get in the shower.”
“Why,” I ask, startled.
“Because I said to. Do you want to piss me off any more than you already have?”
I drop my clothes and reach for the knob of the shower, turning it to a heated temperature. Dominic locks the bathroom door, then strips down, removing all his clothes.
“Get in,” he orders.
Uncomfortable with his brooding mood and demanding orders, I reluctantly step into the shower. Dominic’s muscles are tense as he steps in behind me. His jaw still tight.
“You have a woman’s body, but you’re still immature.”
His comment stings.
“You should’ve told me you were only eighteen and a virgin.”
I feel Dominic’s scolding gaze more than the hot water. Pushing me under the water, he reaches for the soap bottle behind me. Stepping toward him, I move my head out of the water as he’s squeezing soap into his hand.
“Would it have made a difference?”
Dominic scoffs. “Maybe.”
“So, you wouldn’t have had sex with me if you knew I was eighteen and a virgin?”
“It doesn’t matter what I would’ve done now. I’ve already been inside your pussy.”
“I liked having you inside me.”
Dominic surprises me by running his hands over my body, lathering me with soap. Reaching between my legs, I inhale a shocked breath, and his wicked smirk widens as he soaps me up.
“Don’t be modest now. As for sex, it gets better. I might’ve been more gentle had I known.” Dominic hands me the bottle of soap and nods downward. “Wash me.”
Gathering a small amount in my hand, I set the bottle aside. Placing both hands around his shaft, I soap his entire package. Staring down at me, he watches my reaction as I lather him. He appears thoroughly entertained by my fascination with his size.
“You want it again, don’t you?”
My pussy is sore, but he’s right. I’m getting turned on feeling him grow in my hand.
“I do.”
Dominic stops my hand. “You’re a temptress and don’t even know it.”
Stepping toward the water, he moves us both under its spray. Completely clean and feeling slightly aroused, the ache between my legs isn’t as bad. I feel grateful to him for that.
“What’s wrong with wanting to be with you again?”
“I haven’t decided how I feel about you. You lied to me once. Means you’ll do it again.”
“I won’t.”
Dominic hums in response like my words mean nothing to him. It upsets me. Pushing the shower curtain back, I reach for a new towel off the shelf and silently step out, drying myself quickly. Wrapping the towel around me, I redress beneath it. Dominic lets out a humored laugh, pissing me off more.
“I’ve already seen everything.”
“I don’t care. You’re being an ass, so now you get to see nothing.”
Dominic smirks, seemingly amused by my anger. He watches me dress as he puts his clothes back on. I give him one fleeting glance before I walk out the bathroom door.
CHAPTER THREE
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ERIKA
IRRITATED, I GRAB a beer out of the fridge and pop the top. With several gulps, I down half the bottle. Amberlee spots me and storms into the kitchen. Her golden hazel eyes, matching my own, narrow to slits. Pinching my arm between her fingers, she painfully shoves me into the shadows.
“What the fuck were you thinking giving your virginity to Dominic Xavier?”
“Keep your voice down.”
“Answer me,” she demands.
“I can have sex with whoever I want. I don’t need your permission.”
“He’s the Vice President of the Serpents, Erika. He’s extremely dangerous.”
“Then why the hell did you invite them into our home? You weren’t around when a dirty, fat, son of a bitch tried to force me to suck his cock, but Dominic was.”
“So you spread your legs for him as a thank you? Is that what that was? Payment for his help? Did he make you have sex with him?”
“No, stop it. I wanted to be with him. And it was only a one-time thing. So stop acting crazy over it.”
Flicking her short, auburn red hair off her shoulder, she scowls at me. “That was a stupid fucking mistake getting involved with him. I can’t protect you now. You’re on your own.”
“Protect me? Are you kidding me? You wouldn’t have to protect me if you didn’t bring these assholes into our home in the first place.”
With a flare of her nostrils, her eyes narrow. “You’re a naïve, spoiled twat. The world isn’t a kind place. You have to survive. I do what it takes to keep a roof over our head and food in the refrigerator.”
Guilt hits me in the gut, and I bow my head. “I know you do. I appreciate that you’ve stepped in for Dori.”
Amberlee sets her beer on the counter and leans against it next to me. “I’m sorry for being a bitch. I wish I didn’t have to invite them in, but Christian Marks, the President of the Serpents is paying our bills, so our house is now his house to some extent.”
“What do they get in return?”
“Don’t worry about that.” Amberlee runs her fingers over my hair like she did when we were kids and I was scared about our parents fighting in the other room. “That’s my responsibility. Just do me a favor and don’t piss off Dominic. He’s got a thing about loyalty and lying.”
“Shit, Alee, it’s too late. He’s already pissed at me.”
“What? Why?”
“I told him I was twenty. Didn’t tell him I was a virgin.”
Amberlee chuckles, “Did he enjoy the sex?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you might get lucky.”
Amberlee scans the party goers. I do the same, my gaze stopping on Dominic sitting in one of the living room chairs, drinking a beer. Just the sight of him sends an arousing sensation over my body. Amberlee pushes me into the light and Dominic’s attention is drawn to me. Brushing his hand over his face, he contemplates something, the wheels clearly turning.
“He wants you.” Amberlee slaps my ass as she leaves the kitchen.
***
The music has died down to a tolerable thump outside my bedroom door, but it’s not the music keeping me awake. Now that I’m alone in the confines of my room, I can’t stop thinking about sex with Dominic earlier. Replaying the intimacy has me soaking wet. It’s going to be difficult hiding what he does to my body every time I see him, but I’ll have to try. If he’s made up his mind about me, it’s best I avoid him. An ache creeps into my chest at the thought of never being touched by him again. I groan against my pillow. Am I that hooked already? It’s just the v-card, who gives a fuck.
Tossing to my side, I slide my hand between my legs. I’m going to need to do something about this agonizing need for release. The sound of the hinges on my door creak, and I bolt up out of bed, flicking my lamp on. Dominic closes the door behind him. Casually stepping to my bed as if he’s been here before, he sits on the edge, beer dangling in his clasped hands.
“Why did you lie to me?”
His face is forward, only giving me a glimpse of his hardened expression.
Twisting a loose thread around my finger, I attempt to ease my nerves.
“I didn’t want you to look at me differently than you were, and my virginity is my business. It’s not something I have to tell anyone.”
Dominic bows his head in thought, making a snap with his tongue, indicating he’s amused or irritated. I can’t tell.
“When everything is stripped from a man, all he has is his word. I don’t expect you to understand with barely being an adult.”
His tone is cold, reproving. I won’t stand for his insults.
“Why did you come in here if you’re so disgusted with my behavior?”
“Disappointed. I expect more from you.”
“Fuck, you’re starting to sound like a
father bitching at his daughter. I have no interest in listening to you lecture me. If you don’t like me because I lied, then fine, but save your almighty bullshit for someone else.”
Turning, he sets the beer on my nightstand, and with his insanely muscled arms, he leans over me. I have nowhere to go but back. Above me, his darkened jade eyes stare down at me, his gaze so intense, my body stiffens beneath him.
“You have a lot of nerve speaking to me like that.”
Shit, he looks angry, maybe even a little aroused. Fuck, why am I turned on by it? There’s something wrong with me. I’m twisted.
Raising my head, I press my lips to his, devouring his mouth with desperate need. Tearing the blanket from my chest, he pulls it back, uncovering my body to below my waist. My hand falls to the bulge in his jeans, and he moans into my mouth. Hand at my breast, he massages it roughly in his large hand, thumbing over the nipple beneath my camisole.
Slipping inside his jeans, I gather his growing cock, the warmth and size of him fills my hand, and I whimper with anticipation.
Another groan fills my mouth as I stroke him energetically.
“Fucking woman.”
The taste of beer and man are an arousing force as his skilled mouth seduces my mind. I’m lost in the feel of him, the aching need for him.
Pulling back from me, he gathers my arms in his hands, running along my skin before pinning both wrists in one hand. Tracing fingers along the side of my face, his thumb glides over my lips. Dipping into my mouth, I suck at his tip and he hisses, bold green eyes ablaze as he stares down at me.
“There’s no going back, Sparrow. Once you’re mine, you’re mine for good. All you have to do is ask for it.” Dominic thrusts against my soaking wet core. “Say it.”
Another thrust and my body arches in response, burning with a fire I fear will consume me.
“I want you.”
“Be careful what you ask for.”
The heat of his lips fuels the scorching fire rising inside me. If I’ve made a deal with the devil, then I’ll be damned. Nothing will ever touch my soul the way Dominic Xavier does.
CHAPTER FOUR
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ERIKA
BLINDING LIGHT SLIPS through my curtains, and I wince, closing my eyes as I turn away from it. My body aches in more ways than I knew was possible, and what’s worse is waking up to an empty bed. Dominic’s gone, and the realization leaves a hollow sensation in my chest. Last night I learned a shit too many positions to remember. The culprit for my overly exhausted muscles.
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