Beneath my touch, she stirs. “Dominic?”
Gorgeous golden hazel eyes gleam at the sight of me. Raising up, she kisses me, and I move forward, wrapping her in my arm as I roll onto the bed, putting her on top of me. She raises her hips and legs as I move the comforter out of our way.
“Still have it in?”
“Yes,” she coos, her expression filled with pleasure as she moves over my growing erection.
“You like it, don’t you, baby?”
“I do. It’s kept me aroused and waiting for you all night. I want you inside me,” she tells me, her tongue lashing at my neck and ear.
Sliding my hands beneath my shirt she’s wearing, I remove it. It disappears to my right as I take a good look at her breasts. They’re firm, large, and fit perfectly in my hands. Her head tilts back as she pushes her bare pussy against my jeans and I massage her tits. She rides me harder as I squeeze her nipples, pinching them between my fingers.
“Fuck, Dominic, I need you so bad.”
Leaning up, I trail my tongue across her chest and bite her neck. Reaching behind her, I press the button. The vibration starts and she releases a moan of pleasured relief.
“It feels so good.”
“It’s gonna feel even better when I fuck your pussy with it vibrating.”
Curiosity and excitement shine in her eyes. Flipping her onto her back, I slide away, undressing quickly.
“Touch your pussy,” I tell her.
She does just as I’ve instructed, and my cock hardens, thick and stiff as I watch her finger between her lips. Her whimpers of pleasure drive me over the edge. A growl slips from my mouth as I climb above her and enter her.
The vibration adds to the stimulation I feel when fucking her tight pussy. With the way this feels, her pussy walls clenching around me as I raise her leg, pounding into her, I know I won’t last long.
Her satisfied cries echo in my room as I take her harder.
“Fuck, baby…so damn good.”
Everything is lost when I’m inside her. She’s my freedom, my drug. My addiction.
Bellowing through her orgasm, her body trembles, and her wet pussy soaks my cock. Gently removing the butt plug from her ass, I take its place, slipping in easily. The incredible sensation draws the blood from my head to my cock. Gliding in and out of her, I thrust deep, several times, fucking her ass good and hard before coming inside of her.
Laying across my chest, her fingers rub affectionately as I caress her body.
“Did you get the butt plug just for me?”
My mouth curves as I chuckle. “Yeah, baby. I’ve never used it on another woman. I bought it for you.”
“Good. I’m sure you’ve had a lot of women, but I want to be special to you.”
Taking her hair and head in my hand, I lean her toward my lips. “You are.”
“I was worried about you when you went out tonight.”
“Don’t be.”
Her hazel eyes capture me, something tickles in my chest. Shit, I know this feeling.
“Of course, I’m going to worry. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“You don’t ever need to worry about me. I have my brothers to watch my back and I watch theirs.”
Pulling the comforter up, I cover her small frame tucked in my arm.
“The conversation you heard tonight. You can’t be listening in on my business. You understand?”
“Yes. I don’t like being in the dark though.” I can hear the defiance in her tone. “You want me to be with you, but you’re keeping that part of your life hidden.”
“I have to. The less you know, the more deniability you have. It keeps you safe.”
“The Serpents activities are illegal, aren’t they?”
She’s fishing for information, her thirst for knowledge driving her. I can spare a little to satisfy that thirst.
“Some are. Some aren’t.”
“The properties?”
“Legal. No more questions.”
“One last one. I need to know how involved Alee is. She’s my sister. I need to protect her.”
“Your sister is street smart. She’ll be fine.”
Raising on her elbow, her hazel eyes bore into mine.
“Dominic. I need to know.”
I adore how she doesn’t fear me. She’s the only one I know who doesn’t.
“Your sister sold your house to Christian as a commitment to the Serpents. She’s as much a part of us as a woman can get. We don’t allow women to be patch members, but she has earned herself protection as Ditch’s property and with her commitment to us. She’s now a trusted associate.”
“That was the deal? Her loyalty, our house, no one touches me?”
“Yes.”
“What does Christian want with the house?”
“That’s enough,” I warn.
“Fine,” her tongue smacks her cheek in irritation. “but what does Alee do for the Serpents?”
“Containment.” It’s vague. I know it. She won’t understand what that means, but it’s an answer still. “Is that enough answers or are you going to keep me up for more?”
Scowling, she turns away from me, putting her back to me as she curls up on the other side of the bed. She’s angry. It’s obvious. Turning to my side, I enfold her in my arms and easily tuck her body against mine. Lips grazing her ear, I reach between her legs and cup her pussy in my hand.
“You can be angry. You can be unsatisfied with my answers, but you don’t turn your back on me.”
Sliding my finger between her dampening lips, she lets out a tension releasing breath. “I’m sorry. I worry about her.”
Laying on her back, she spreads her legs for me. Working her pussy, I attempt to relieve the tension building in her. “I understand the frustration, but your sister does a good job of handling her own shit.”
Mouth parting, eyes closed, her body instinctively arches, giving the telltale sign she’s giving into the pleasure.
“Damn, baby, how wet you get for me. You’re slick with need for my cock already.”
Gaze meeting mine, she nibbles her pouty bottom lip. “Alee doesn’t want to be with Ditch anymore,” she blurts out.
My hand stills. “What?”
Fear fills her eyes. She’s concerned she shouldn’t have said anything.
“He’s abusing her. He treats her terribly. She wants out of the relationship but knows she can’t end it. I was hoping you could talk to Ditch.”
“Fuck, Erika.” Head dropping, I shake it as irritation fills my chest. “You need to stay out of their business.”
Anger burns in her gaze as she pulls back from me. Gripping her leg, I tilt my head, shooting her a warning glance.
“He may be your brother, but she’s my blood sister. He’s hitting her, Dom. In my eyes, he’s a piece of shit.”
Rubbing my hand over the back of my neck, I step off the bed. I need to think. Cool the fuck down.
“Don’t walk away from me,” she snaps.
Gaze over my shoulder, my eyes narrow. “Don’t push me, Sparrow.”
***
Watching her move through my kitchen, cooking us breakfast, a pang of guilt stings me. I was a bit of an ass last night, but I’m not used to caring this much. I’m in a tangled web between wanting to protect her and satisfy her. I may be desensitized to feeling compassion in some ways, but not when it comes to her.
“I’ll talk to him. I need to address his cocaine use anyway.”
Her body jolts at the sound of my voice. She was lost in thought as she scrambles the eggs.
Attention to me now, an appreciative smile lights up her face. She’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Her dark, brownish red hair is in some crazy ass messy bun atop her head, her face free of makeup, and she’s got my t-shirt over her sexy body, tied at the waist. Her lace panties barely cover her ass and I love being able to see that below my t-shirt.
Setting the spatula aside, she moves into my arms. The warmth of her small fra
me against my body is a welcomed feeling even if it turns my insides to fucking teddy bear mush. Damn woman.
“Thank you. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass last night.”
“It’s ok, baby. It gives me more reasons to cuff you and fuck you.”
Her laughter is a melody to my ears. Lifting her chin, I kiss her soft lips.
“You liked everything I did to you, didn’t you?”
Pink flushes her cheeks. “Yes, a lot.”
“Good. I did too.”
Squeezing her ass, I pull her tighter against me, kissing her.
“You ready to eat?”
“I am. What did you make?”
“Bacon and eggs. Your fridge is low on food. I can go shopping for you today,” she offers, sprinkling pepper on the eggs.
With a pat on her ass, I give an approving grin. “Do that. Take the car. Get your appointment made too.”
Gathering two plates from the cupboard, I hold them out as she fills them with the food. Two cups of orange juice are already waiting on the table. I like this. She knows how to satisfy me in more ways than one. A domestic Goddess. My domestic Goddess.
Vibrating on the table, her new phone rings. Has to be Alee. She sits and takes the call.
“Hi... Yeah, this is her... I am... Yes, Thursday at one works great. Thank you.”
Excitement spills out of her as she sets down the phone. “I applied for a job. They called Alee and she gave them my number. They want to do an interview.”
“No.”
Her excitement ebbs. “What?”
“You don’t need to be working some shitty job on the side while in college. I want you to focus on getting the degree you want and I want you readily available to me at all times.”
Shock morphs her expression. She’s processing it, the mental wheels turning.
“What, Sparrow? Spit it out.”
“I’m still deciding how I feel about that statement.”
“Uh huh...and?”
Twisting the fork in her hand, her brows furrow. “What will I do for my own money? I need a job. I need to pay for books, clothes, food, the bus to take to college.”
“Uh huh,” I reply casually, biting off a piece of bacon. “So, you’re working all the time to pay for those things. When will I see you? When will I have you in my bed? When will you get to study?”
“You’d see me.”
“What do you think? Once a week? More, less? I’m not good with that.” Just the thought irritates the fuck out of me.
“Dom, I’m not going to live off you.”
“You’re not living off me. I’ve told you once, I’ll take care of you. I’m not going to keep repeating myself. Call the company. Tell them the interview is canceled.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You’ll think about what?” I reply, dropping the bacon back on the plate. “This isn’t a negotiation.”
“Yes, it is. I’m grateful for your offer. Honestly, I’m overwhelmed with how incredible you are that you’d even offer it, but I’m not a leech. I’m not going to take advantage of you because you’re my boyfriend.”
The feet of the chair scrape across the floor as I move it back, rising to my feet.
“I’m not your fucking boyfriend. I’m your man and I take care of what’s mine.”
***
Stepping out of the shower, she’s waiting with a towel in hand. “I didn’t mean to disrespect you.” Shifting her weight against the wall, her lip slides between her teeth as she watches me run the towel over my cock. “I’m not used to someone caring like you do. I also want you to respect me. To see me as an independent woman who can take care of herself.”
Hanging the towel on the hook, I move to where she stands and pull her to me, holding her at her lower back as she looks up at me with adoring propensity.
“The way you’re looking at me right now. Whatever you’re feeling. That’s what I want. I want to be your man, to take care of you, and that doesn’t mean I think you can’t take care of yourself. I’m asking you for a commitment. If you want to be with me, then you be with me, and knock off the feminism bullshit.”
“All right,” a smile splits her pretty pink lips, “I’ll cancel the interview.”
“Good, and now that we’re done fighting over that shit, it’s time for me to get you wet, and I don’t mean in the shower.”
CHAPTER NINE
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ERIKA
PULLING UP TO my house in Dominic’s silver Camaro, I’m not surprised to see Ditch’s bike outside. At this point, I’m pretty sure he’s officially moved into the house. With my duffle in tow, I hit the fob, and trudge to the front door. I would’ve stayed at Dom’s, but he left for club business, and after I went grocery shopping, I called Amberlee to apologize for skipping our movie outing. Thankfully, she wasn’t upset and was good doing it today.
Approaching the door, I hear tussling inside. Sounds like Ditch and Amberlee are at it again; fucking or fighting. The stench of after party wafts out the door as I open it. Fear, ripe and excruciating seizes my chest when I witness Ditch backhand Amberlee in the face. Without falling over, she takes the hit, her hand instinctively covering the fresh wound. Ditch’s deadly gaze fixates on me. His eyes are wild and he’s twitching like a damn addict.
Moving between him and her, I straighten my shoulders. “Back the fuck off.”
Shoving me, my back hits Amberlee, and she touches my arm. “Don’t Erika.”
I shake her hand from my arm. “Think you’re a tough guy because you like to hit women. You’re not. You’re fucking garbage. Get the hell out of this house. Now!”
Ditch lunges forward, gripping my hair in his fist. I’m shoved against the couch, his placid cock pushing into my crotch. A harsh ache throbs across my back. Amberlee frantically propels at his side, trying to break him off me.
“Get off her!”
Jaw clenched, Ditch hits Amberlee again. Falling to the floor, tears pool in her eyes. With his attention averted, I claw at his bare arm, then kick outward, catching his leg. It’s enough to loosen his grip.
With all my might, I shove forward, crashing us both into the wall behind him. “Get out! Get the fuck out!”
My adrenaline is pumping hard, my heartbeat pounds in my ears. Everything but him is a blur. I’m not stopping until he’s gone.
Untamed, his gaze bores into mine. Fearfully, I back up. He lunges again. His hands on my hair and shoulder, forcing me back to the couch. Back arched, I’m propelled backward, my arms flailing as I land on the cushions. Ditch is on me instantly, his grip tightening to the point of ripping out hair.
“You think you can talk to me like that because your Dom’s girl?” Pinning me beneath him, he slams his cock against me. “I’m gonna teach you a fucking lesson.” Cock hardening, he withdraws from me. My arms swing, making contact with every part of him I can. Forcing my wrists together, he tugs at my jean shorts, unfastening the button. Amberlee is leaning over the couch, clawing at him.
“Get the fuck off her!”
Throat squeezed in his hand, she reaches for her neck as she gasps for breaths. The lethal look in his eyes sends sheer terror coursing through me.
“Let her go! Damn it, let her go!” I scream, bucking and fighting with every ounce of energy I have. Ditch releases her only to backhand her again.
“Stay out of this, Alee or I’ll kill you.”
Fear has Amberlee frozen, tears run down her red, swollen cheeks as she looks on in horror.
Ditch yanks at my shorts and underwear, pulling them from my hips as I buck and scream.
“Get off me!”
“I’m gonna get off in your fucking pussy. Stop fighting me, you little bitch!”
A slap echoes through the room. My head swings to the side and everything momentarily suspends in time until the pain vibrates through my nerves, alerting me to the severity of the hit.
Cock pulled from the opening in his jeans, vomit rises to my throat.
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The clashing of broken glass forces my senses back to an acute awareness. Amberlee holds the neck of a broken beer bottle as Ditch’s heavy body collapses onto me.
“You fucking bastard.”
“Alee, help get him off me.”
Rushing around the couch, Amberlee and I push and pull until his heavy body lands with a thump on the floor. Touching his neck, I check for a pulse. Thankfully, he has one.
“He’s unconscious. I don’t know for how long. We need to call Dominic.”
Bringing my underwear and shorts back over my hips, I find my fallen phone on the dingy carpet.
Drenched in tears, Amberlee throws her arms around me. “I’m so sorry.” She’s breaking down before me, emotions and fear running high.
Petting her hair, I soothe her. “Ssh, it’s ok. We need to move fast before he wakes up. Can you help me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Find something to tie his hands behind his back. Secure them as tight as you can, Alee. As tight as you can,” I emphasize.
Amberlee runs to the garage. Phone in my other hand, I dial Dominic.
“What’s wrong?” his tone is concerned. It must be the sound of my voice.
“Ditch is high. He was hitting Alee again. I tried to stop him. He attacked us both. Dom…he tried to rape me.”
For a beat, the line is silent. “Where’s he now?”
“Unconscious on the floor. Alee hit him in the head with a beer bottle. I’m not taking any chances if he wakes up. I’m tying his ass up.”
“Take Alee and go to my house. Don’t waste time packing anything. Just go. Don’t leave my house until I arrive.”
“As soon as he’s tied, we’re out the door.”
I disconnect as Amberlee comes back with zip ties in hand.
“That’ll work.”
Squatting, I pull his dead weight arms behind him. Amberlee places a zip tie around each wrist and tightens them. I put two more on each wrist, tighten them, then loop three zip ties through the wrists ties to secure his wrists together.
“What do we do now? What’d Dom say?”
Standing, I take her arm, ushering her around the room as I gather my duffle and the key to Dom’s Camaro.
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