5. Dominic
5
DOMINIC
I lean against the frame of my dorm window, just barely sitting on the sill and feeling the cool breeze of the nighttime air on my face. The night is still and quiet, but still, I can’t quite seem to fall asleep. I don’t know why, but every time I close my eyes, I am overrun with conflicting thoughts.
The Valentis taking over my family and using my mother. Luca making me look like an idiot in front of the families. My own mom ignoring my concerns. Running into Luca at the party and finding out he goes to college here .
I feel like I can’t leave my room or else I’ll run into him.
But what am I supposed to do? Just stay in here until I eventually fail out of college and then hide away at home too? That’s pathetic.
I sink into my own mind to try and escape from it all, to get away from how weak and stupid he made me look in front of everyone. I think about an alternative ending to the Rossi-Valenti wedding, crafting the perfect what-if conclusion for what could have happened if I hadn't been grabbed and pulled off Luca that night.
Getting to be all alone with him, maybe in some storage room after he was sent off to grab something or even trapping him in the bathroom. Watching him squirm in front of me, as he knows there is no way out for him and that he is not strong enough to stop me from doing whatever I want to him.
Grabbing hold of him by his stupidly expensive suit jacket, throwing him back against the nearest wall, and pinning him down. Watching fear take over his eyes and his entire body trembling under my fingers .
Even just thinking about it makes me grin with excitement.
Then when I have him completely under my control, after he stops struggling to escape and just lets it all happen to him, I throw him down to the floor and pounce on top of him. Like how I wanted to at the reception, but this time, he wouldn’t have his dad to step in for him or his uncles to drag me away.
On top of him, I would just start beating him and tearing him apart. Bruising his perfect face, ripping his pristine outfit to pieces, and exposing his scrawny body underneath. His tight, bare body just beneath my fingertips. Feeling the slight bumps and crevices in his skin, the heat radiating from him and inviting my hands to feel more.
And only when he begs for my cock do I give it to him, hard and fast. Tearing him apart.
My train of thought gets away from me, ending up in a place I hadn’t been expecting. What the hell was that? Where did that come from?
I feel my face turning red as a crimson blush overtakes my skin and the cool air outside extinguishes the heat that comes along with it.
No, I can’t think about…that any longer. I need something else. Something to distract me for now.
The echoing laughs of a small flock of students call to me through my window as they walk on by.
Carefully, I edge myself out of the window and get a better look at them. The group of men are all wearing black tuxedos and head away from the campus.
“Could be fun…,” I mutter to myself.
Jumping up, I grab my jacket off the back of my door and duck out.
I stuff my hands into my pockets, lowering my face as I follow the group of suited-up men from a safe distance. Leaving the threshold of the academic grounds, they make a turn down the next street.
“Greek row?” I ask myself in a hushed tone.
They continue down the street and stop just before one of the houses that I instantly recognize as the Delta Zeta’s house. The men all reach into their inner jacket pockets and retrieve small envelopes, handing them to a significantly large man standing at the front door of the house.
Knowing I’m not wanted, I peer around the entire house. I’ve been here before, but they never took their security this seriously. The raucous noise of the party blasts through the walls of the house, telling me that I need to go inside.
I scan the surroundings for any possible way inside; the front door is stationed with a bouncer, and the side porch is packed with partygoers who would definitely notice me walk past.
I retreat down the block and skirt my way around the next house, keeping my profile low so that no one at the party can see me sneak past. Manicured bushes line the back row of the houses, almost completely blocking off any sightline to the back windows, except for one small break in the shrubbery. Crouching low and holding apart the mass of leaves, I am just able to push my way through the thicket and collapse into the house’s backyard.
The rear patio is small and holds no space for people to socialize, so the party stays away from there. Instead, the hosts are using it to store small party supplies, random assortments of extra decorations, red solo cups, and, most importantly, the kegs.
I run my hands through my hair to freshen it up from my trip through the hedge, brushing away a collection of leaves that cling to my jacket, and finally rolling up my sleeves.
Awkwardly crashing through, I make my way through the back door. Lugging one of the kegs from the backyard over my shoulder, I use it to hide my face from the crowd of people who gawk at me as I enter.
“Hey, where did you guys want this again?” I ask the group, hoping at least one of them will excuse my presence with an answer.
“Just throw it down somewhere over there,” one responds, relieving me from any further scrutiny.
Making my way through the crowd, they all split apart like the Red Sea to allow me through. All of them are enraptured by the sight of a keg lofted over their heads, a mesmerizing image for partying students.
I lower the keg gently to the floor with a small thud, taking a step away and being enveloped by the swarm of people as they all head for the metal drum.
“I’ll leave you guys to it.” I chuckle, backing away from anyone who could recognize me.
Making my way into the next room, I grab someone else’s drink from the coffee table as I pass by and perch up against the wall, just standing in place, allowing the sound, heat, and energy of the party to wash over me. For now, I don’t need to talk to anyone else. I just want to be able to be part of the fun.
“Did you just take my beer?” an aggravated man grunts at me.
“What’s that?” I play dumb, taking a sip of what is definitely his beer. “This?”
“Yeah, dumbass. You just stole my drink,” he yells, his friends quickly backing up around him.
“Sorry, man, but I just got this from the other room,” I lie. “They just tapped a keg in there, though, if you wanna grab another,” I say with a smile, hoping they’ll putter off for a new drink and not decide to kick my ass.
“Are you even supposed to be here?” one of the others asks, already looking down on me. “You’re dressed like shit.”
His friends join in on the laughter, and I stand up properly and look them in the eye. “Look, guys, I didn’t get the memo about the dress code alright? I just came here to help out and have a good time.”
“Sure, bud” The real owner of my drink scoffs. “So, you know Dianna then?”
“Are you kidding? Me and Dianna go way back. We practically grew up together!” I lie through my teeth.
“The Dianna who moved here from California for freshman year?”
He’s got me there.
“What can I say? My family travels,” I joke, but the first guy is already squaring up to me.
His fists clench tightly by his sides. “You’re a real smartass, aren’t you?”
“Trust me, you haven’t met a real smartass.” I sneer, ready to cock my fist back.
His friend grabs him by the shoulder, pulling him back. “It’s not worth it, Bryce. Just let it go. We can talk to Dianna and get him kicked out.”
Bryce settles. “Would be funny to see him get thrown out on the street.” Already laughing at the idea, he walks away.
I check around; no one else saw that happen. Good
Moving swiftly out of the room, I duck away from where the group of guys went and head in the opposite direction. Sweeping around the corners, I peep briefly into each room, hoping one of them will be quiet and distant enough for me to lay low for the rest of the night.
Finally, I reach a small bedroom at the far end of the house. The walls are bare, the furniture is basic, and no personal items are anywhere to be seen. For tonight, it’s been converted into another quiet social space for people to talk in, but only one other person is sitting in here.
He rests back on the small couch across the room from the door, not saying a word to me as I walk in but only nodding. I nod back and watch him return to his quiet contemplation .
The sounds of the party still move through the house, even being heard from this small hovel of a room. Perching on the coverless bed, I close my eyes and am almost able to imagine myself as part of the party. Still in that first open room, dancing and mingling with the drunk crowd, enjoying my time with everyone else, but if I want to stay, I have to be in here.
“You really do have a way with people, don’t you?” someone says from the doorway.
I turn to face them, meeting Luca’s deep blue eyes as he leans against the frame. His stature looks ridiculous in comparison to the large door, making him look petite in his tailored suit. As if he’s a knock-off spy action figure.
I burst to my feet. “What do you want from me?”
“Woah, calm down. I just saw your argument back there and watched you sneak off here.”
“You saw that?” I snap at him.
Luca nods. “I was starting to think that your outbursts were my fault, but you just seem to have that effect on people.”
“Why don’t you just stay the hell away from me?” I side-eye the other man in the room. He quickly catches on and shuffles his way out of the small room.
“I’m not too sure, actually. Too much fun?” Luca laughs.
“Well, I’m glad I can entertain you.”
“You certainly do,” he teases. “Anyway, it’s not like I’m seeking you out. You just keep turning up no matter where I go or what I do.”
“It’s mutual. Before the whole wedding ordeal, I hadn’t even heard about the Valentis having an heir,” I jab. “Now, though, it’s like I can’t go five minutes without you showing up to ruin my night.”
“How do you think I feel? I can’t sleep at night because of you!”
I bet you can’t…
I’m taken aback, stunned as to what to say next. I’m keeping him up at night?
“What are you talking about?” I ask, totally bewildered.
“I-I just mean—” he stutters. “You being a wildcard all the time is putting stress on my entire family.”
“Are you sure that’s all you mean?” I taunt .
“What else could I mean?” His cheeks turn red, throwing me off my rhythm. “You’re making all of us look weak!” It takes me a moment to settle my unsteadiness. “Why should I care?”
“Your mom is part of this family now. Do you want her to look like an idiot for raising a son like you?”
I burst toward him, seizing his arms and swinging him into the wall. His back slams against it, and I pin him down. My eyes blaze with rage. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother.”
Luca smirks. “What are you going to do about it?”
Fuck your throat so hard you throw up on my dick.
I feel the heat of my own breath deflect off of his face. Forcing my forehead against his, I slam his head into the wall. Enough of this pussyfooting around.“What do you think I’m gonna do?”
The tension in the air between us crackles in anticipation.
Before I can react in any way, Luca pushes himself toward me and presses his lips against mine .
The soft touch of his kiss feels euphoric, and the only thing I want to do is push it further. I grip him tightly and slam him back into the wall, thrusting my tongue between his lips and teeth, enjoying feeling him open for me as I violate his mouth with my tongue.
My pulse races, and my breathing quickens until it syncs with Luca’s, making the two of us feel like one single being in this moment of pure lust and passion.
Fighting against my hold suddenly, Luca rips himself from me.
I could have kept ahold of him easily, but I choose to let him go. This time.
Our eyes meet, and now open, I can see and understand every unspoken thought that flashes through the vibrant blue of his eyes. I don’t want this moment to end.
My dick rears hard in my pants as though it will bust out of them at any moment.
Fuck, I need to get laid.
I focus on his lips again and propel myself to them, but Luca shoves me away. We stand only feet away from each other, but after our moment of connection, it feels like miles .
“I’m sorry,” he mutters.
My entire body is frozen in the moment that’s long gone now. He barges past me and runs from the small room. I am left all alone.
I don’t move. I can’t move. Why won't I move?