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Nina
The happiness that filled my chest when I looked into Dorian’s smiling face was indescribable. My heart felt ready to burst through my ribs just to get closer to him.
The yellow specs in his hazel eyes shone brightly, and even if he said he despised me, I wouldn’t believe it. I saw right into his soul, and the joy in his irises matched mine.
For the first time, I was certain I was on the right path. He wanted me.
“How long have you been watching me?” he asked, closing the closet slowly, but he kept his stare on me as if he expected me to jump on him at the first opportunity.
“A few weeks,” I replied nonchalantly, grinning when he rolled his eyes.
“Good to know.” He turned back to me, his bare tattooed chest and nipple piercings bringing delightful memories to the forefront of my mind.
But I had to focus on reality. Still, it was tremendously hard when he stood before me like a marble statue of a Greek demigod.
“And today? How long have you been following my ass around the city?”
“Don’t flatter yourself; it’s not that long.” I moved toward the enormous bed covered with satin bedsheets, keeping a safe distance just in case he decided to attack me. “I had to check so you don’t cheat on me again.”
“Oh, please, ma vilaine.” He shook his head in evident annoyance. “Stop with this nonsense. How many times do I have to repeat myself? I didn’t cheat.”
“No?” I crossed my arms over my chest, my look hardening. “I clearly remember the situation I found you in, baby.”
“Okay,” he sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I admit I wanted to get laid.”
“I knew it!” I yelled, grasping the first thing that got into my hand, a thick book in this case, and throwing it at him. “You bastard!”
“Wait!” He dodged the pillow that I tossed at him and stretched his arms in front of himself. “Let me explain!”
Holding a lamp over my head, prepared to throw it at him, I smiled menacingly.
“Please, explain.”
“Iwantedtosleepwith Leigh, but mydickdidn’t, andwhenshetouchedme Ialmostcutoffher hand,” he fired so quickly I didn’t decipher the words. Blinking in confusion, I watched him bounce on his feet nervously, forcing my brain to understand. But I failed terribly.
“What?” I let my arm with a lamp fall beside my body, the adorable expression on his face smoothing the rough edges of my anger.
“I almost cut off her hand when she touched me,” he repeated quietly, sucking his plump lower lip into his mouth.
“Why?”
He shrugged, shifting his weight from one leg to another.
“I hated it. It felt wrong.”
My mouth hung open as I glanced into Dorian’s honest face. For a moment, I wasn’t sure that I heard him correctly.
“Her touch felt wrong?” My eyes narrowed as I placed my hands on my hips. “What the fuck are you talking about? You were naked!”
“I forced myself into it, okay?” He threw his arms helplessly in the air, the volume of his voice gradually increasing. “I just wanted to erase you from my head, from my body, from everywhere. I wanted you gone!”
It was the second time in less than a minute that he caught me off guard. If his plan all along was to shock me, he succeeded spectacularly because I had no idea whether I should feel ecstatic or frightened about this news.
Of course I was incurably obsessed with him. But obsession didn’t excuse stupidity. What if this sudden interest was nothing more than bait?
“And yet, here I am,” I said, studying every small shift in his posture and expression, searching for even the faintest hint of deceit. “You texted me after I killed your acquaintance, after I reminded you who you belong to. Why?”
Dorian paused. It felt like an eternity, standing there under the weight of his hazel eyes boring into mine with an intensity I couldn’t decipher.
He’d never looked at me like that before—with shyness, tangled with curiosity and confusion, as if he had opened Pandora’s box and was startled by what he found inside.
“Because I liked it,” he admitted eventually, making my heart miss a few painful beats in a row. Still, that certainly wasn’t the answer I expected, and it made me trust him even less.
“You liked it, huh?” My eyes narrowed. A dangerous idea slipped into my mind, urging me to test him. But if it backfired, I could be the one to end up unmasked and chained.
Dorian nodded, holding my scrutinizing gaze.
“What exactly did you like, baby?” The false sweetness dripped from the tip of my tongue as I took a slow step closer. With a gun strapped to my right thigh and a knife tucked into the holster at my back, I held a clear advantage over him. “The murder? Or the punishment?”
“The possessiveness screaming from your actions, ma vilaine,” he answered, his voice firm, unwavering. “The unhinged territorial instinct with boundaries that cannot be crossed. The obsession. The insanity. And your ludicrous belief that you could force me to my knees and walk away alive.”
“So much admiration and you still let another woman touch you.” I ignored my idiotic heart, beating so hard my ribs trembled.
“It was a mistake.” He lowered his head slightly, giving me the most adorable puppy stare I had ever seen. “I regretted it the moment we were alone.”
Fuck, I wanted to believe him so much it hurt. But the rational part of my brain was on alert. Why the sudden change? Why now?
“Where did she touch you?” I asked, carefully taking another step closer to him.
“What?” He looked taken aback by my question.
“Where did her filthy hands touch?” I repeated, briefly scanning his ripped pecs and glowing golden rings in his nipples.
“Just my chest.” His brows furrowed when I pointed my index finger at him and moved it from side to side, tracing imaginary lines in the air.
“Where exactly, Dorian?” I demanded through gritted teeth, the mere thought of another woman having her hands on him making me livid with rage.
“Here.” He raised his right arm toward the left side of his chest, his fingers circling the oval from his collarbone to the piercing. “This is the only place she touched.”
“I see,” I mumbled, blinded by the uncontrollable jealousy. Without thinking twice about my actions, I erased the distance between us, glaring at the spot he marked as if trying to burn it.
He belonged to me. Every fucking piece of him was mine.
Barely containing my temper, I removed the leather glove from my right hand and placed it on the exact place he circled, my brown stiletto nails digging into his skin.
He stiffened under my violent touch, his eyes glued to my hand.
Slowly, torturously, I moved my hand down along the entire spot that bitch touched, leaving five red, burning scratches behind.
A quiet hiss left Dorian’s lips, but other than that, he didn’t do anything to stop me. My acrylic middle fingernail drew blood from him, and he didn’t say a word against it.
“You’re mine,” I declared as if it was carved in stone, the possessiveness in my voice evident. “No one has the right to touch you but me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he confirmed in a hushed voice, gently taking my small palm into his large one. The unexpected contact surprised me, but what truly unraveled me was the way he lifted my hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to my skin without breaking eye contact.
Fireworks exploded in my chest. A jolt of electricity traveled through my entire body straight to my core. My lips parted, yet no words came out.
Not that they were needed. For a brief second, time froze, and the earth stopped spinning; it was only the two of us, and a simple connection that felt as if everything snapped into place.
The fear of getting overpowered disappeared. Instead, the need to own him completely consumed my thoughts, and before I could stop myself, I commanded:
“Get on your knees.”
Dorian gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing, but not a single word of protest followed.
Slowly, he lowered himself onto the fluffy carpet, staring at me with a devotion that sent my heart into overdrive.
I had dreamed of that look since the day I saw him jogging with his bodyguard in Central Park, since the day he became the center of my universe. And now, it was finally real.
Lifting my hand toward his face, my fingers tenderly brushed his cheek before tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the fullness of his lower lip, and finally the curve of his chin, rough with a day’s stubble that grazed my skin.
He was the work of God, handsome in a way that felt almost unreal, as if someone had taken their time carving every detail with intention, knowing exactly the kind of damage he would cause.
Everything about him was designed to draw people in and ruin them without trying.
And standing there, watching him kneel before me, I couldn’t help but think that something so immaculate was never meant to be shared.
“You’re so perfect,” I whispered, drinking in every minor detail, memorizing everything.
“Thank you.” His lips stretched into a playful smile. “Doing my best for my wife.”
My wife.
The words set my chest on fire. But the full effect of them was muddied by the tone he used. Mockery. My fingers tightened slightly on his chin, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to hold my gaze.
“That fucking arrogance will be your ruin.”
“Then ruin me, ma vilaine,” he teased, lifting a challenging brow. “Or let me ruin you.”
“You still don’t deserve me, Dorian.” I shook my head slightly, my thumb brushing over his full lower lip.
“Let me try.” His voice dropped an octave, gaze flickering to my groin. “I’m sure I’ll pass any test with flying colors.”
“Arrogance again?”
“Confidence,” he corrected me with a wink. “Don’t tell me you’re not curious about my qualities.”
Curious? That was a dangerous understatement.
I wanted to feel him. His skin against mine, his large hands discovering the hidden areas of my body, his sinful lips closing around my throbbing clit.
The thought sent a zap of electricity through me, aiming right between my legs. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass. It would be a sinful waste to walk away from this situation in the name of safety.
“If you want to impress me,” I whispered, my gaze dropping to his lips for a fleeting second before returning to his eyes, “then stop talking and start proving it.”
“Gladly,” he exhaled, immediately charging for the button on my pants, but I stopped him before he could touch me and stepped back.
“Hands behind your back,” I commanded firmly, earning a frown from him. “You’ll use your mouth only.”
Excitement lit up his face as he watched me remove my boots and unbutton my leather pants. In a seductively slow rhythm, I pushed them down and placed my foot on the bed, providing him with a view of my black lace panties.
“Oh, yeah.” He grinned, moving toward me on his knees. His eyes were glued to my fingers that dragged along the drenched fabric covering my pussy.
Teasingly, I sneaked my finger under the expensive material, moistening it with my juices. Dorian stalked my every move like a hungry lion expecting a feast, and when I pressed it against his lips, he obediently took it inside, slowly sucking on it.
A delicious shiver ran down my spine from the deliberate movements of his tongue.
My breath caught as I watched him, relishing that his eyes never left mine, darkened with lust that mirrored the storm building inside me.
Heat spiraled low in my abdomen, spreading through me with every subtle motion of his mouth.
Fuck, I needed more!
“Come here,” I rasped, my fingers entangling in his hair at the back of his head. In one quick motion, I removed my panties and pressed his face against my pussy.
“Oh, fuck!”
A low, almost animalistic moan escaped me when his tongue flickered against my swollen clit. My hips instinctively moved against him as the blasts of intense pleasure shot through me. I looked down at him, admiring the view that complemented the unbelievable experience.
My body was on fire, trembling in delight. Goosebumps erupted over my skin, and the pressure built rapidly in my lower parts. My breath turned uneven and shallow, my fingers tugging on Dorian’s hair as if to anchor myself in reality, because what was once a fantasy turned into certainty.
The man of my dreams was kneeling before me, satisfying my needs while following my commands like a good boy that he was born to be.
“Fuck, yes,” I exhaled, my thoughts scattering under the weight of sensations. My body tensed as the feeling climbed higher and higher, stealing my breath away. And then it broke.
A sharp, overwhelming wave crushed over me. My grip on Dorian’s hair tightened, my mind going completely blank, only registering the blinding relief. My limbs felt heavy, exhausted, and Dorian didn’t stop, licking my pussy as if it were his new favorite candy.
I stared at him, overwhelmed with satisfaction, losing myself in those sparkling hazel irises that haunted my nightmares.
I was doomed, so fucking doomed it hurt. And I didn’t care one bit.