Dominic (Made Men Book 8)

by Sarah Brianne

  Appreciating her honesty, Jordan headed back to the stage and began singing the song that made him famous as the girls started screaming and rushing the stage to dance together, leaving their men behind.

  I knew he would understand. She mentally smiled to herself, knowing Jordan liked pissing people off as much as she did.

  Knowing exactly where his wife wanted to go, they headed toward the table of men.

  “So, you’re telling me I got to marry probably the only woman in the world who turned down Jordan James?” Dom said to Maria.

  Matthias, who had been taking a sip of his champagne, spit it out. “You turned down him?” He was one of the only ones unbothered by Jordan’s presence, since he didn’t have a woman. “I thought I might have lost my touch when I met you.”

  Taking a seat on Dominic’s lap, she smiled, as it was clear he didn’t feel anything toward her now, but it had apparently worried him that his playboy antics might have been wearing off.

  “Oh, please,” Vincent snarled at her, watching Lake lose her shit, knowing Maria was the reason Jordan was still singing. “Maria’s turned down every man in the city because she’s a frigid bitch. It’s not a compliment.” He nodded a furious head toward Dominic. “God only knows why she lets you touch her.”

  “Watch it,” Maria hissed at him in warning before Dom could say anything, and he quickly realized he didn’t need to stick up for her at all.

  “What are you gonna do?” He tried to look through them to where they suddenly blocked his view of the girls freaking out. “Poke me with your little heel?”

  Lucca’s attention, that had been on his fiancée, went to Vincent’s face, waiting for it, as did Dom’s. Nero gave his friend a sympathetic look.

  Vincent stupidly continued, his eyes not on Maria. “Oh, I’m so fucking scare— What the fuck!”

  If they hadn’t been watching Vincent, then their eyes would have been drawn by the flash of the object whizzing by. The only one who missed it was Leo, not looking at Vincent until he yelled.

  Vincent grabbed the side of his face that hadn’t been black and blue from her husband. “What the hell was that? A fucking hammer?”

  “My little heel,” Maria said, proud that she had hit her target perfectly.

  “Jesus Christ!” Vincent wiped the blood that was beginning to form on his cheekbone. “What is it fucking made of? Cement?”

  Both Lucca and Dominic knew what it was like to have blood drawn by the woman, and they looked awfully pleased.

  “No … crystals.”

  Cassius was the one to pick up the shoe. He gave the slightest hint of a smile when he gave it gave it back to her.

  “You better not have hurt my wife’s shoe, or I’ll break the other side of your face and make you pay for a new pair.”

  “Me?” Vincent looked at Dom like he was crazy. “I’m the fucking victim! She threw it at me!”

  Maria gave the shoe a once-over, seeing they still looked brand new. “I like Louboutin for a reason. They’re fine.”

  “Good, ’cause I think she already broke the rest of my face.” Vincent held the throbbing pain on his face, feeling like the shoe from hell broke something.

  “I don’t know why you’re surprised after yesterday,” Amo spat at him like he was an idiot.

  “What happened yesterday?” Dom asked.

  All the men looked at him. Clearly, the girls had folded once they were alone with their men.

  Maria gave her shoe a little twirl, daring one of them to speak. Not one uttered a word as she slipped it back on ….

  “Ahh!”

  The girls screeching behind them had all their heads turning as Jordan took off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his button-up white shirt that was hardly buttoned to reveal the black and white tattoos.

  Matthias proudly raised his glass to the pussy legend on stage as he addressed the guys around him. “Men, this is why you invest in tattoos.”

  “He has a point,” Angel bit out, watching Adalyn lose her shit.

  Drago looked to be the most furious as his voice came out guttural. “I thought Kat was raised with a bunch of brothers?”

  “She was, but I encouraged her love of girly things because it was cute.” Dominic took the champagne from his brother-in-law’s hand. “You’re welcome.”

  Maria couldn’t help but laugh, enjoying Drago’s pain. It was obvious her husband had had fun raising a girl out of a bunch of boys.

  “Man, Elle wouldn’t even kiss me last night, and now this.” Nero looked frustrated. “She ain’t gonna want nothing to do with me for a week.”

  “Yeah, because these two couldn’t even manage to date for five fucking seconds,” Vincent threw at them. “I told you this would happen. They all expect us to get down on one knee now.”

  The only reason Dominic wasn’t jumping over the table was because Maria sat in his lap. “Will someone please tell me who the fuck invited this prick? Because I specifically remember never inviting you.”

  “I’m Lake’s plus one.” Vincent looked at him stupidly. “Duh.”

  “It’s okay.” Maria patted Dom’s chest, keeping him down. “If you knock him out a second time, he won’t wake up and he’ll miss this.”

  “In that case, thanks for coming.” Settling back, Dom agreed that him having to watch Jordan serenade his girl was better.

  Vincent gave him a silent fuck you with his eyes.

  Maria thought Lucca sat awfully quiet as he watched Chloe. She knew her brother, but even she couldn’t tell his dark thoughts behind his blue-green eyes.

  “Y’all really must not know women.” Matthias tossed back his drink. “Because this means they are going to leave here horny as fuck, and yes, they might be imagining Jordan as they’re fucking you, but they will put out a lot.”

  She could see the men were torn between loving and hating that fact, while one of them just hated it …

  “Thanks for that,” Dominic gritted out, downing the rest of the contents of his glass as he sat beside Drago.

  Drago the tank scooted his chair a bit to the side, unsure if their second fight would end in a tie.

  Running her hands over his chest, she soothed him, instantly calming him and silently reminding him that his sister was married and happy and nothing else mattered.

  “So, what exactly did the girls do yesterday?” he asked, smiling as he raised a brow.

  Maria gave them all a daring look, but the one she would never hurt spoke. “They broke into some guy’s car and dumped a bunch of glitter in it,” Leo told him.

  “That’s some serious fucked up shit,” Matthias spat at her, unable to imagine the thought in his precious baby.

  “No, it was just,” she stated, making herself clear. “He cheated on a girl with her own sister.”

  “We heard.” Lucca shot her a look but didn’t look too mad.

  “I wonder”—Dominic took her chin with his fingers that now displayed a glistening ring—“whose idea it was.”

  “Definitely Kat’s,” Maria obviously lied, smiling as she brought her lips to his.

  “Ew, please get a room.” Nero shivered in disgust.

  “Okay”—Dominic scooped her up in his arms as he stood—“we will.”

  “Finally,” she gasped out, wrapping her arms around his neck as he quickly went for the door and she started laughing at his sudden urgency.

  Seeing Jordan James wave as he sang, the girls turned around to see Dom rushing Maria out. They gave her a quick wave for good luck, knowing exactly why she was leaving.

  Maria couldn’t help herself as she yelled out over the music, “Sign their tits for me, Jordan!”

  Fifty-Three

  Fuck Me Out Of Your Bloodstream

  Dominic didn’t let Maria’s feet hit the floor until they were in the apartment. He didn’t seem to trust himself to carry her up the stairs to her bedroom after bringing her all the way here.

  Maria could feel it in him. It wasn’t nerves; it was more
like … anxiousness. Maybe? She wasn’t really sure, but she did know she felt more relaxed than he seemed to, and he wasn’t the one that was about to lose his virginity.

  “Do you want a drink?” she offered.

  Dominic shook his head, his hazel eyes unwavering from her and looked darker than usual, making her desperately wish she could read his thoughts.

  “Okay …” Maria put her fingers to her waist, revealing her little secret, as the long skirt flitted to the ground.

  She watched his Adam’s apple bob at the sight of her in the high-cut bodysuit that bared the curve of her hip and the length of her thighs.

  Slowly, she turned, heading up the stairs while giving him a view of the thong suit riding up her ass. Maria made her way up in the stairs in her heels, aware of Dominic blindly following behind her.

  Maria’s goal was to have a lot of nuptial bliss in her near future. Namely, in the next five minutes. As they entered her bedroom, she was scared that he still wouldn’t touch her by the look on his face, that for some reason, he was still afraid his sins would transfer to her, even after he protected her in the only way he knew how by marrying her.

  Helping him out and scared he wouldn’t initiate, she slipped one strap down off her shoulder, then the other, revealing her perfect C-cup breasts before slowly shimmying out of the bodysuit, until it was laying at her feet.

  Standing unclothed before her husband for the very first time, Dominic’s hazel eyes slid from her face down her body, making Maria swear she could feel the heat of his touch just from his eyes alone.

  “You have your belly button pierced?” he asked as he stopped from looking any further.

  Maria nodded, feeling butterflies fluttering in her stomach as her husband stared at her in the same possessive manner he did when he saw her walk down the aisle.

  Taking a step closer to her until he was close enough to reach her, Dominic swallowed hard as he outstretched his shaky tatted hands. It wasn’t from weakness, but from power, as he tried to keep himself in control.

  Instinctively, Maria knew why he was holding back. His fears of hurting her and her soul were still ruling him, but the moment his hands touched her belly … he lost the battle.

  Giving in, Dominic’s palms went over her flat abdomen, going over her belly button ring before sliding up to her breasts.

  The second she felt the pad of his thumb roam over her pointy, hard nipple, Maria brought her hands to his jacket to rip it off him.

  Dom let her take the suit jacket off, and then his tie, but as soon as she went for the button on his shirt, he lifted her chin with his finger. Craning her neck upward, as he loved to do, his hazel eyes glowed as they took her in and stopped her from continuing. “I’ll let you have your turn next.”

  In an instant, Maria found herself flipped around, the light hand on her hair telling her what he wanted as he pushed her toward the bed. Sliding on her silk sheets, she arched her back as she crawled on top.

  “I have dreamed of this moment every second of every day, Maria,” he said as he slid his hand from her head that he’d guided to the bed before he brought it all the way down her back in one, long line. “You will let me have my dream, and then I will give you yours.”

  Maria moaned into the sheets from his deep voice and words alone. Whatever part of himself he’d held back—the side of him he found sinful—had come out to play.

  When his hand touched her uplifted ass, he placed his other hand on her, then took two handfuls of her pretty ass cheeks before he spread them apart. “Ah, Maria, I have the prettiest view of your gorgeous pink pussy.” She knew she was already wet, he leaned his head down and licked the swollen bud before traveling all the way through the folds of her pussy and then her ass in one entire lick.

  “Please …,” Maria’s moan finally escaped. All she wanted was for him to relieve the constant ache she had felt every time he kissed her, and left her unsatisfied. And she loved everything he was doing to her, but it wasn’t relieving the ache; it was just making it worse … “Please just fuck me!”

  “I could have made you come three times for me already.” He let her know he was sure of those words—Maria didn’t doubt it—as he brought his mouth to her ass cheek, taking a playful bite that stung before he soothed it with a kiss. “But you’re not going to be able to fuck me out of your bloodstream, princess.”

  Maria’s body screamed out as he flipped to her back now, letting only the smallest shriek escape her lips. Her eyes went to the face of the man who was controlling her body like it was nothing, that it would do his bidding and whatever he so pleased.

  “No matter how many times we fuck, Maria, or how many times I make you come for me”—Dominic continued his puppetry, still standing at the edge of the bed while he raised her legs in the air—“you will never get over the feeling of needing to fuck me, because I fucking won’t allow it.”

  Holy fuck. If the ring on her finger wasn’t indication enough that she felt something for this man, then that was. The things that she would never allow any other man to say or do to her only made her that much wetter than she already was.

  She darted her tongue out to lick her lips. “How about you fuck me already and let me find out.”

  “Don’t worry.” He smiled as he placed one of her heeled feet on his shoulder, then showed special care to the other, taking in the way her foot looked in the heels that he’d bought and obviously dreamed about fucking her in. “I’ll give you what you want as soon as I’m done, princess.”

  Watching him kiss the exposed top of her feet, she was somehow turned on even more. She loved the way he looked at them, adored them, and the shoes she wore.

  Breathing heavily, her chest rose and fell as she said, “You know … I think you have a foot fetish.”

  Holding both ankles, he clicked her heels back together in front of his face, high in the air, then slowly spread her straight, long legs apart. “I’m aware.”

  She lay there, doing his bidding, as his eyes took in the exposed sight of her. She had never felt so self-conscious or vulnerable in her existence, but it all was quickly pushed to the side at his touch.

  Taking his middle finger, he let her juices wet his finger before he slipped it deep into her pussy and pulled it out in the next. “Heaven,” he groaned when he put his finger into his mouth to taste her elixir.

  “Please!” she cried, reaching the end of her rope, not knowing how much more teasing she could take. He could fucking do that after he fucked her. “Dominic, you have to fucking give me something.”

  “My dream, not yours,” he reminded her, now putting two fingers back in.

  While what he was doing to her insides felt like bliss, they were very careful movements, meant to coax her for what was to come and not release the pressure. Instead, each stroke only built her pleasure higher.

  Feeling him slowly remove the digits, Maria slightly rose up to quickly grab his wrist. She brought his fingers to her lips for her to taste the “heaven” as she slid them to the back of her throat and sucked.

  Looking up at him when she slid the tips past her pouty lips, Maria said the magic words … “Fuck me.”

  Immediately, Dominic placed his hand at the bottom of her throat, the action making her crane her pretty, long neck up to him as he crashed his lips down onto hers hard. Forcing his tongue into her waiting, open mouth, he stole back the piece of heaven she had taken from him.

  Whispering into her ear, he asked, “You want me to fuck you, princess?”

  “Yes …,” she ground out, thinking, Finally!

  The whisper in her ear this time was a command. “Then lay back down … and let me fucking finish.”

  Maria fell back onto the bed in a daze, obeying his order, hoping it would give her some points.

  When her tits swayed to the side, the motion alone had Dom unbuckling his belt.

  That seems to have fucking worked all right.

  Her gaze went to his hands. Biting down on her bottom lip, she
waited in anticipation, but she had only seen a flash of his skin before she felt the tip of his dick at her entrance.

  Even though she was on cold, silk sheets, Maria felt her temperature rise as he slickly stroked his dick between her lips to coat it in her juices.

  “You are the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, like it took all his strength not to come on her now.

  Loving the sensation of what felt like a very large cock on her, she couldn’t help but pout, wanting to see more of him as he stood there, still clothed. “I wish you would let me see yo—”

  Maria gave a start of surprise when she felt the tip of his cock enter her. The slight pain had her head falling back against the bed as pure pleasure rocked her world, her nails digging deeper into the sheets she was about to pierce through.

  “Am I hurting you?” Dom asked, the fear in him slightly returning.

  Quickly, Maria answered, “No,” greedily making sure her word held no hint of anything but satisfaction. The last thing she wanted was his conscience stopping this. It might feel a bit uncomfortable, but it would hurt a hell of a lot more if he stopped.

  “Good.” Dom’s voice was pure seduction. The slow movement of his dick slid higher inside of her when he bent her knees to her chest, pushing on the back of her thighs until he folded her, only her heels in the air.

  Seeing the sweat that beaded his brow, she knew he was still trying to hold back from hurting her. His movements were slow and precise while his eyes told her he wanted more.

  Maria tried to coax him, as if it was his first time and not hers. “I don’t break. Fuck me harder.”

  “Maria …,” he hissed. “I don’t need instructions.” He began rocking against her, barely increasing his speed.

  “Are you trying to drive me insane?”

  “Yes, it’s the best part of my dream.” His voice slightly softened as he continued his motions inside of her. “You falling apart in my arms, wanting more and more, a night with Maria Caruso screaming my name; what man could ask for more?”

  Maybe a man couldn’t, but a woman could.