Snaking up the inside of my dress, his hand finds the strap of my underwear. He pulls at the strap, then matches his hand on the opposite side, tugging them off my hips. Bringing them down my legs, he has me step out of them.
Shoving the material in his pocket, he winks, “You won’t be needing those.”
I freely fall forward into his arms, giggling, “I’m glad you’re here. You make everything better.”
He kisses me again, then steps away from the counter, taking me with him. “C’mon.”
On the way to the living room, he grabs a beer. Before sitting down, he sheds his Serpent jacket and t-shirt, tossing them on the back of the loveseat, leaving his abs and ink gloriously on display. Dropping down, he pulls me onto his lap. Lifting the beer, he opens it and takes a drink.
My eyes roam the living room, and my gaze lands on Drake, getting handsy with a blonde. He sees me looking and I smirk. I can’t help myself.
“Did you hit him?” I ask.
“Yeah, he won’t be touching you again. You can be sure of that.”
“Why does everyone take orders from you?”
Dominic rubs my back, and I momentarily close my eyes, taking pleasure in the sensation it causes.
“A couple reasons. We have a rank in the club. I’m the second in command. I don’t take orders from anyone, but Christian, and even then, only if I’m willing to.” He pulls me closer, within a whisper. “And the other is they’re afraid of me.”
Tracing my finger over his ink, I admire how detailed and beautiful each tattoo is.
“Why are they afraid of you?”
“Can you handle the answer?”
“Yes.”
“I’m willing to get blood on my hands.”
“You mean you’re willing to kill another man?”
Setting the beer on the stand next to the loveseat, he adjusts the way I’m sitting, making me straddle his lap.
“Yes.”
“Have you…killed another man before?”
Looking at his striking features I notice his dilated pupils. With his hands on my hips, he moves me forward and back over his growing erection. I push into him, wanting to feel him better. Letting out a quiet moan, he reaches down, unbuttoning his jeans.
“We’ll talk about that later.”
I’m brought forward, his mouth taking mine with an intense need. Every movement spikes my growing high. I’m blazing with heat, my core soaking wet. I hunger for more of his touch. Losing myself to the thundering music and exquisite desire coursing through me, I pull his erection from his open jeans and briefs. Raising my ass, I slide down on top of him. His head falls back. “Fuck.”
Fierce, lascivious gaze meeting mine, he slips his hands beneath my dress, raising it over my head and off. It flutters to the floor somewhere behind me.
With whispered words, he warms my ear. “Fuck me, my beautiful Sparrow.”
Desire, rich and sweet, urges my ravenous need for him. Arms around his neck, my head to his, he grips my hips as I ride him.
“Yes, baby, just like that.”
Just like the beat of the music, we fall into a rhythm. Moans echoing from my parted lips, he smothers my cries, swirling his tongue around mine.
Behind me, my bra unclasps. With a sensual caress, he slides the straps from my arms and tosses it.
Hoots and hollers are an echo around us. It’s the first I’ve become aware of anyone’s presence. Keeping my gaze hostage to his, I never look away. He’s the only thing that matters, and I’m in too deep, drowning in his touch, to care about anything else.
We’re a blazing inferno of heat as he holds my back, supporting me as I thrust fast and hard against his cock.
Wrapping my hair around his fist, he pulls my head back, sucking my nipple into his mouth as I continue to writhe over him. Filling my free breast in his hand, he massages it, thumbing over the nipple. A wet, slick heat travels up the center of my breasts as he licks across my skin, then switches to my other nipple, sucking it between his teeth and letting it pop free.
Gripping my hips, he slides his ass closer to the edge. Leaning back, he places my arms above my head, onto the top of the chair. With a controlled hold on my hips, he thrusts up, repeatedly, pounding me on his cock.
Crying out, I moan through my release. Trembling, I whimper through the aftershocks as Dominic thickens and pumps into me. Pulling me to him, my head rests against his before he kisses me.
“Fuck, that was good.”
Reaching between my legs, he swirls against my clit, and I hiss in a breath. Putting his middle finger against my lips, I suck to the base, tasting myself on his finger.
“Now I’m gonna fuck something else.”
Dominic stands, my legs still wrapped around him. Touching my ass, he prods the tight hole as he carries me to my room.
CHAPTER SIX
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ERIKA
ON ALL FOURS, I look over my shoulder as the bed dips from Dominic’s weight. Between his hands, he squeezes a bottle of lubricant he retrieved from Amberlee’s room. My body is humming with electricity, still riding my high, sensitive to every touch. Dominic spreads my ass cheeks, circling my puckered hole.
“I’m already getting worked up thinking about fucking your ass.”
His finger fills my entrance, and I grip the sheets beneath me.
“How’s that feel?” he asks, slowly sliding in and out, the sensation driving me wild.
“So good.”
“Fuck,” a low groan rolls out from his chest. “I knew you’d like this. You want my cock in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Another finger stretches me, and I wince before his pace picks up, pleasuring my ass. A third finger and the pleasure mixes with pain. Hand on my shoulder, he massages his thumb into my muscles, relaxing me as he stretches me, readying me to take him.
“The way you came for me out there…” his voice is low, a tenor riveted with sexuality, “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Withdrawing his fingers, I hear the slick sound of the lubricant as he strokes along his erection. Pulling my ass cheeks apart, he presses his head to my hole.
“Relax your body. I want you to enjoy this.”
The pressure builds as his head pushes in. I try hard to stay relaxed, but he’s so big, the pressure is overwhelming.
“Dom, it hurts,” I grimace, fisting the sheets.
Rubbing his hand over my back, he massages, kneading his strong hand into my muscles as his other hand wraps around my hip, sliding between my legs. Heat builds at my core. Every touch, every stroke, the feel of his hands on my body eases the strain on my backside. With each caress along my back, he eases further in. Pulling out some, there’s a release of pressure and with the next thrust, it switches to pleasure.
“Oh, God, Dom. That feels so good.”
“I knew you could take all of me,” his voice is husky, low, followed by a satisfied groan.
“Your ass feels even better than your pussy.”
My ass is tugged, slapping against his pelvis, as he thrusts deep and hard, filling me completely. Having him take me like this is an overpowering sensation. I feel vulnerable, desired, closer to him than before. The rush of pleasure that washes over my body with each thrust of his cock forces uncontrollable moans from my lips.
His own moans echo through my room as he continues to pound into me, slamming me onto him.
“You’re trembling. You gonna cum for me?”
“Yes,” I cry out.
Like a force of nature, I’m consumed by pleasure. A euphoric sensation so strong, it blurs my vision, obliterating my senses. My arms give out, and I drop, my head touching the bed as I writhe and moan through each pulse of utter bliss tearing through me.
An explicit groan escapes from his chest as he pulls my ass tight against him, thickening and releasing into me. Beneath me, an arm gathers me, putting me upright, holding my back to his chest as I pant through each breath. Hand aroun
d my throat, the other slides between my legs, gathering at my slick wetness, twirling around my clit, teetering me on the edge of another orgasm.
“Knowing no other man has had you, that you’re all mine, it does things to me. Turns me on in a way I’ve never felt. You’re better than a ride or a drug. You’re pure freedom, Sparrow.”
***
Laying in Dominic’s arms, I close my eyes as his hand caresses along my side, raising goosebumps on my skin. Looking into his eyes, I feel myself getting lost in the depths of his stunning green irises and the mysterious man behind them.
“I want to know everything about you.”
Touching my face, he caresses my hair and cheek. “Not everything. There are things I don’t want you to know. Things I don’t want you to see. My life is dark and dangerous. I don’t want you part of that. With all the shit I deal with, you’re my only escape from it. The only good thing that isn’t tainted.”
His dilated pupils tell me he’s still enjoying his high. My fingertip follows a trail of ink, and he stops caressing me, indulging in my touch.
“Tell me what you will.”
“I had to grow up fast, just like you. Home life was rough. I saw shit at too young of an age. My father and uncle were Serpents, so it’s no surprise I was drawn into this kind of life. The first time I killed a man was when I was seventeen. My brother was older than me, but he was weak, lacked self-control, a lot like your sister. He’d gotten addicted to heroin, was making bad decisions to get a fix. A deal went wrong, he’d stolen some shit he was supposed to sell. I was with him, along with a couple other Serpents when a gun was pulled on him. His head wasn’t right and he got himself shot. I tried to get to him, to put him on my bike. I remember seeing the blood pooling on the ground. I was scared he was going to die. Reaching for him, I felt a shooting pain in my side.” He adjusts the way he’s lying to reveal a one-inch scar blended in his tattoos. “I was stabbed. My choice was kill the owner of the knife or lay in a pool of blood next to my brother. You know what happened next.”
Dominic doesn’t flinch as I thumb over the uneven skin. “What happened to your brother?”
“He didn’t make it.”
“I’m sorry.”
Turning toward me, he grazes a finger over my jaw. “You have nothing to be sorry for. My brother did it to himself. He was weak. I know that sounds cold, but as a Serpent, you can’t be weak.”
Taking hold of his massive bicep, I scoot closer to him. His arm folds around me.
“I think Ditch is weak. I see him snorting cocaine too often and he’s easily angered by stupid things. I recently heard Alee yelling at him about not being able to get an erection.”
Dominic leans back, raising my chin to him. “Erika, don’t ever say that to him or anyone else. Promise me, now.”
“I won’t,” I assure him.
“He’d lose his mind if you emasculated him in front of anyone. He’d hurt you and I’d have to kill him.”
“Would you…kill him?”
With a languid motion, his finger trails up my inner thigh, across my opening.
“If he tried to take what was mine, I would.”
My lips part, my breath escaping as he toys with my clit.
“Would you be telling me these things if you weren’t high right now?”
Laughing quietly, his gaze raises to my face. “No, I’m not one to share things about myself, but I’m high as a kite and wanting to confess all my sins to you.”
“How long were you watching me before the night we kissed?”
“Part your legs for me,” he instructs, his eyes glistening with a renewed hunger.
Lying more on my back, I open them for him to explore.
“How long?”
Fingers sliding into my opening, my breath catches, and a proud smile spreads his lips.
“About three weeks. You caught my attention from the first moment I saw you, but when you avoided the parties, drinking, drugs, fucking any of my brothers that’s when my curiosity grew. The night you stood your ground with Tex, I saw the fighter in you. I wanted you then like I do now.”
Adding another finger, he works my hole making me drenched with need.
“How do you want me?”
“Wet, baby, always wet and ready for me.”
Rolling on top of me, he takes my arms, pinning them down above my head. Bending my knees toward my chest, I give him better access. With one powerful thrust, he fills me, pulls back and thrusts deeper, harder.
With my arms pinned, he has total control, and I love it. This is exactly how I imagined him dominating me, taking me with such raw passion.
“You like it when I take control of you, don’t you?” he asks, thrusting hard, his head hitting my cervix.
Arching my back, my body and mind plunge into an erotic euphoria.
“Tell me how much you love my cock in you.”
Another hard thrust, the rapture pushes me over the edge. My release shakes my body. I quiver beneath him, and he pulls out, stroking his cock as warm cum jets across my stomach.
Firmly caressing my thighs, his eyes are glossy as he looks me over.
“I like seeing my cum all over you.”
“Marking your territory?” I tease.
“Damn straight. You’re mine. Every part of you, whenever I want, however I want.”
His eyes are challenging, testing me.
Sitting up, I pull his face to me. “I wouldn’t have agreed to the initiation if I didn’t already feel that way.”
When his lips cover mine, the kiss is heated, passionate, a seal of approval.
Grabbing a towel from my laundry basket, he cleans me off. With the towel tossed back in the basket, I crawl into his open arms. Pulling the blanket over us, I lay on his chest, his strong arm holding me affectionately. Thumb grazing across my skin, I drift into a relaxed sleep.
***
Warm light touches my face, and I blink twice, my head throbbing behind my temples. Reaching over, expecting the bed cold and empty, my hand finds Dominic’s warm chest, and I’m surprised as much as I am elated.
Stirring awake, he turns to his side, pulling me flush against him.
“I’m glad you didn’t leave.”
“After the show we put on last night, there was no way in hell I was leaving you alone.”
Pinching my eyes closed, I try to deal with the ache in my head and stomach. “I feel miserable. My head is killing me.”
“I know.” Dominic rubs at the base of my neck. “Coming off that shit is rough. We’ll get out of here and get breakfast.”
“I’ll get us some water.”
Finding fresh clothes, I amble toward the kitchen, avoiding the usual mess on the way. I’m surprised to see a couple Serpents still here, passed out on the furniture. I creep to the bathroom, trying not to wake them. Nearing the door, I hear a woman’s plea, begging for someone to stop. Her words are raspy as if her breath is being choked out of her. Turning the knob, a crack of light seeps through before I see the terrifying scene.
Drake has his belt wrapped around the blond woman’s throat I saw last night. He’s pulling tight, her throat red and raw as he pounds into her from behind. His eyes meet mine in the mirror and his expression morphs, becoming menacing, slamming into her harder, never taking his dangerous glare from the mirror. Closing the door, I run back to Dominic.
Shutting the door behind me, I rush to the bed, falling on top of his chest in a panic.
“Drake is hurting a woman in my bathroom. I think he’s raping her. You need to do something.”
With an arm lazily draped over his head, he strokes my side and shuts his eyes. “Drake has fetishes. He likes to hurt women when he fucks them.”
He blows me off, and I rise from the bed, anger building in me.
“This is my house, Dom. I’m not putting up with shit like that.”
Storming to the door, Dominic moves out of my bed like lightning, pushing my door shut before I can walk through it.
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“I’m sorry. This isn’t your house anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“Christian owns it. He’s the landlord now.”
“How the hell did this happen?”
“It’s one of the things we do as Serpents. We own a lot of properties and they serve different purposes.”
“What purpose does my house serve?”
“It’s one of the things I want you kept away from, so don’t ask details.”
“Amberlee said I wasn’t part of the deal. What deal, Dom?”
Dominic pulls me closer, stroking my face in an attempt to cool my anger. I shove his hand away and his eyes darken.
Anger surges through me, clenching my jaw. “What deal?”
Pressing me against the bed frame, he moves in closer, his posture dominating. “Don’t ever shove me away like that when I’m trying to comfort you.”
“I…want…them…out,” I seethe. “If you won’t help me, fine. I’ll do it on my own.”
Slipping out through the gap between him and the bed, I yank my door open and storm toward the living room. Boulder-like arms wrap around my waist, easily lifting me off the floor. I’m quickly brought back into my room, the door slamming behind us. Squirming in his arms, I try to break free.
Against my ear, his voice is low, controlled. “Don’t fight me, Sparrow. I never want to hurt you, but I can easily overpower you and accidentally hurt you, so stop, now.”
My body goes limp in his arms. He releases me, turning me to face him. Dark, jade green eyes study my expression.
“Why are you so angry?”
“I hate living here. I hate Ditch and Drake. I hate having no control over my own life. I’m trapped here and I don’t even know what the hell is going on.”
Hands on my hips, he pulls me to him. This time I don’t fight him, he’s taken it out of me. When my body complies, his expression softens.
“Do you trust me?”
Placing my hands on his naked torso, I rub along his hardened abs. “Completely.”
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