Chapter 10
Harry
Ilooked up at him, pain pounding through me as words I’d been dreaming of hit me.
Heat ripped me open, lust flaring up inside me, and the pure pleasure of watching the need in his eyes ruined any chance I had at resisting him.
Everything was centred on that moment. There was no space for thoughts, or reason, or anything that could drown out the burning ache in my heart.
Lips tingling, mind blank, I acted on instinct. A groan burst from me as I grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him down so I could take him properly.
Phone forgotten, and any shred of sanity gone, I kissed him with everything I had. Dirty, messy, with no sense of myself – exactly how I spent my nights following his orders and submitting to him.
Dom took control of the kiss, and I whimpered against him as I tipped my head, slanting my lips so he could press down on me, take me harder. I was giving in to him again. After all he’d done, I was still weak in his arms.
Anger roared along with the raw heat between us. His lips, his moans, and the pressure of his fingers clutching my waist as he pulled me closer. But I wasn’t having it. Not when he was the one who did all that to me. He couldn’t just kiss me again and wipe it all away.
The phone pressed against his left shoulder, sitting between us like a stain, but it kept me grounded, reminding me why I was here.
I growled again, breaking the kiss to grasp Dom. I spun him around. His surprise stopped him resisting as I pushed him and slammed his back against the door. I was happy that a breath escaped him as he tried to straighten himself, but I held him still.
“How could you do this to me?” I croaked, shaking my head. All the hurt poured from me as I looked up at him. I never thought he would betray me, at least not so sordidly. But who could imagine their best friend going that far?
He leant forwards, his lips moments from mine.
“Tell me you didn’t think about me when you slid that vibrator into your ass.
” His lips grazed my cheek, creeping towards my ear, until his breath tickled it.
“When you were crying about how good it was.
Tell me you weren't thinking about my cock when you called my name.”
Sparks flew around my body as another wave of lust hit me, and I let out a shuddering sigh.
His teeth caught my earlobe, tugging gently before he pulled back, searching my eyes.
“I thought so.” His voice curled around me. That silky, sexy lilt he only reserved for the men he fucked, and me.
He grabbed the phone from my hand, not giving me a chance to react as he threw it onto the sofa behind me before he dropped his head and took my lips again.
I was supposed to resist him, but, by that first kiss, I had already given in.
That flash of anger had given me enough strength to push back, but he kissed me tenderly.
It was even worse, taking his time, softening me so sweetly that by the time he pressed his hard cock against me, I was nearly his.
He broke the kiss; both of us pressed together, panting and desperate. I wanted everything he could give me, but it didn’t change how this would end.
“I hate you,” I said, but the words could barely measure up to the storm raging inside me.
Dom reached out, palming my throat, his thumb pushing my chin to force my head back.
“That’s the thing, handsome. You really don’t.”
I grit my teeth, my lips tingling as I glared at him. I couldn't let him get away with it. It was too much.
After every single thing I had thought I felt for him, the month of choking down my need because I didn’t want to betray Molly, and it wasn’t her I’d been with. The pain, the indecision, the sleepless nights stroking myself to Dom, trapped in my situation, and it was all a lie.
Pressed against his body, I felt the outline of his cock against my stomach, and my anger flared.
I pulled back my fist, my elbow pointed downwards, hitting him in the shoulder with the edge of my hand.
He gasped in shock, and my little finger stung at the impact.
I couldn’t find another way to express myself except to hurt him.
And his response was to swoop down and kiss me again.
“No,” I pushed him back, pinning him to the door. “No, you don’t get to kiss me like it’s somehow resolved.” I hit him again, but it was a pathetic attempt. I didn’t have any strength when he bucked his hips, grinding his cock against me.
“That’s it, handsome. Just keep going. Make me feel it.”
I slammed my fist over his heart, and he moaned as the door rattled. But he still smiled.
“I never want to see you again,” I hissed, stepping back from him, but he wouldn’t let me go.
He grabbed my wrist, my hand pulsing from punching him, and kept me close.
“Don’t lie to me, Harry. You know I can always tell.
What you feel for me is so fucking far away from hate.
” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "Do you know how hard it is to sit next to you, knowing how much you want me, and not touch you? I meant it when I said I would suck you off on the yacht in front of everyone. I need them to know what this is.”
“That’s what you’re saying? That’s where you’re going with this? Poor Dom can't get what he wants so he manipulates and lies instead?”
“Yeah, I’m fucking going there. I’m making this about me. Because I’m going to keep on telling you how much I love you until I’ve drilled it into your head. There’s no stopping me now, handsome.”
I threw my fist at him again, landing a punch on his shoulder. His head notched back, his chin lifting as his bottom lip dropped open and he groaned.
I froze, my hand over him, watching the pleasure scatter across his face. I was supposed to be hurting him, but he was enjoying it far too much.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he sighed, dipping his gaze back down to me.
I was going to snap back, but he didn’t give me a chance to reply. All I gave was a weak whimper as he gripped my ass and held me.
I didn’t know how far he would go, but I knew I wanted him to push me. Our bodies rubbed together frantically, my hands clasping his shoulders, until Dom moved.
His kiss changed as our tongues connected, his grip hardening, his heavy breaths meeting mine as we fell into each other.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he murmured against my lips. “You want me like this?”
He gripped me harder, trapping me against his body. I almost came right there. Everything was so intense, all of me on high alert; angry, betrayed, mortified that he would do that, but my body still craved his.
The hand on my back released and he grasped my face, digging his hands into my hair, forcing me to look up at him. His clutch was tense, like he needed to hold me to stop me from running away. Didn't he know I couldn't do it anymore? I couldn't escape him. I was too far gone.
“I need you so fucking much, Harry. Just here, like this,” he said coarsely, his eyes burning, lowering his head to me again.
Everything was so full. I didn’t have words for him. I didn’t want to give him anything. But I also couldn’t let him stop. If we stopped, I’d have to face reality.
I needed to taste his lips, and I closed my eyes, expecting him to follow my lead, to kiss me again.
Instead, I cried out in shock, lightning spearing through me as his tongue creased my neck, drawing a line up the softest part of my throat, over my Adam’s apple, and burying in the nook between my neck and chin.
He kissed me there, biting gently before continuing his path up to my face.
Kissing my cheeks, my chin, moving his hand to let his lips find my neck, his rough stubble scraping my skin as I moaned beneath him.
“Just like that, handsome. Relax for me. Let me take care of you.”