Chapter 19
DOMINIC
M y vision was dark red as Kai and I carried the limp form of the motherfucker into the safe house, Sophie silently tagging behind us.
I heard her mumble, “It’s all my fault , ” as she walked behind us, but I did not have any words that didn’t include raging and screaming at Samaira for stepping in front of the bullet.
I had never experienced the heart-stopping panic that I felt as I heard the gunshot with Samaira on top of me, streaks of red blood dripping down her arm as she ran away from me.
Samaira, the stupid girl, had gotten herself injured. The wild Crimson Tiger almost took a bullet for me. The strongest, the most powerful, and the prettiest woman I’d ever met had just saved my life.
So fucking reckless.
So fucking foolish.
So fucking mine .
I dropped the body on top of the large table where the Wildcats had sat discussing their strategy the last time I was here. My eyes met Samaira’s. She had a bottle of alcohol beside her as she sat on one of the chairs, her feet kicked up on the table.
I saw the rows and rows of weapons hanging on the wall behind her. I turned to Sophie and Kai. “Pick a weapon. Keep a watch on him. If he moves, stab him. Can you do that?”
Sophie pursed her lips while Kai nodded, looking at Samaira, who looked relaxed—relaxed as if her entire arm wasn’t coated in blood—as she raised her eyebrows at Sophie.
Sophie nodded, and I didn’t wait around for the two of them to grab their weapons.
I rushed to Samaira and snatched the bottle from her hand. “Up. Medical room. Now.”
Adrenaline fueled my blood, anger so visceral coursing through my veins that it was downright impossible to form a full fucking sentence.
Samaira got up without any arguments and started walking to the back of the house. We passed the kitchen and turned into the hallway. She walked to the end of the hallway and opened the door, my eyes tracking her every moment, every step she took, monitoring her body.
A fully equipped medical operating room was set up here, rows and rows of medicines, supplies, oxygen tanks, and several machines and cables that I didn’t understand were hooked to the wall.
Samaira walked to a shelf and grabbed a big box. “Supplies.”
I jerked my head toward the bed. “Hop on.”
She kept looking at me as if checking on me, as if I were the one who got shot and could drop dead at any moment.
I opened the first-aid box, pulled out all the supplies I needed, and looked at her as she sat on the bed. “Do I have your permission to touch you? ”
Her eyes widened, and she nodded, extending her hand toward me.
I stepped closer to her so the side of her leg touched my hip. I didn’t move away, needing the contact, and neither did she. Gently, I loosened the towel wrapped around her arm, and then the bloody handkerchief, unwrapping it slowly so as not to distress her wound.
Instantly, drops of blood pooled at the injury.
I retrieved the antiseptic solution from the kit and started cleaning it.
With every drop of blood and debris that I cleaned, my blood roared in my veins, anger finally erupting out of my body.
“What the fuck were you thinking, Samaira? How could you fucking jump on us like that?”
She flinched as I poured more antiseptic solution, and I quickly blew over the wound.
Every time she flinched in pain, an invisible wound slashed through my heart, making it bleed with so much hurt and panic I couldn’t breathe.
Despite blowing on her wound gently, I couldn’t fucking hold back my tirade.
“Did you even think for a second what would happen to me if something were to happen to you? Who in their right mind jumps in front of a bullet? What if it had hurt you even more? Or fucking worse?”
She kept staring at me as I screamed at her wound, needing it to disappear.
Once the wound and the area around it were cleaned, I grabbed an antibiotic ointment and started to apply it on the wound, causing her to hiss out a breath, her hands clutching her pants in a tight grip.
“You know what? I don’t even want to entertain the thought of the bullet actually hitting you because I am about ready to walk back out and kill that motherfucker with my bare fucking hands. ”
Her lips tilted up in a small smile, and if that just didn’t make me angrier.
I grabbed the sterile bandage and started to wrap it around her arm.
“Don’t you fucking smile at me after the shit you’ve pulled, Maira.
I am so tempted to spank the fucking shit out of your ass.
I hired you to find Sophie’s rapists. Not to put your life at stake, you hear me?
You do not stand in front of a bullet coming at me.
You fucking let me take it. You have no idea what you’ve done by pulling off this stupid stunt. ”
My voice rose higher and higher as I started to tie the ends of the bandages in a knot.
“And because jumping in front of a bullet wasn’t enough, you ran off like a fucking fool while your arm bled like a motherfucker.
What, you think you’re so badass that you can’t bleed out?
You think you would’ve saved me by jumping in front of me?
You would’ve destroyed me. You would’ve obliterated my will to live a life where you’re not in it.
Stupid fucking girl. I’d rather be hit by a hundred bullets than watch a hair on your head be harmed because of me. You had no right…”
My words were suddenly cut off as Samaira grabbed my face and slammed her lips on mine. Her taste flooded my mouth. So fucking sweet with a sharp bite of lethal danger.
So fucking mine.
She took deep pulls of my lips as if her life depended on it and grazed her tongue against mine.
A needy moan escaped my lips as she pulled away. Her eyes were wild and glazed over as she licked her lips. Her sharp breath touched my lips, and I grabbed the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her beautiful, lush hair, pulling her head up so her eyes met mine. “Not fucking enough.”
I slammed my mouth on hers, all my pent-up rage and panic and worry turning into a storm of thundering arousal that threatened to devour me whole.
I sucked on her full lips and pushed my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, feeling the warmth of her tongue against mine, the sharp bite of danger dipped in honeyed sweetness.
If I were to be shot right now, I’d happily die with her taste on my tongue.
Her fingers pulled at my suit and pushed it off my shoulders, dragging me between her legs.
I deepened my kiss, the need to feel her heartbeat overpowering everything else.
With my one hand clutching her hair, I dragged my palm up her waist and flattened it between her breasts, feeling the pounding thump, thump, thump of her heartbeat against my hand.
“This needs to always be pumping for me. You fucking understand?” My chest heaved at the feel of her body against mine, and I growled against her lips, biting the bottom lip in warning. Pleasure and arousal rode my body hard as I waited for her answer.
Every part of my body shook with the need to claim this woman, to slam my cock deep inside her, just to remind myself that she was here. In my arms. Alive.
I took a deep inhale at the side of her neck, breathing in the scent of her sweat, her strength, her power. She was a tiger, a powerful protector, a predator so threatening, her enemies trembled with fear. Yet she melted in my arms.
She arched her neck further, asking for more, and I gave it to her.
My cock ached at how hard and stretched tight it was, my balls heavy and full.
I sucked hard at the part where her neck met her shoulder, making her writhe on my aching cock, and bit her hard, knowing I’d leave my mark on her.
“Promise me. Promise me you won’t step in front of danger for me. ”
I stopped everything—my body begging and screaming at the sudden loss—and looked at her, waiting for her to open her eyes and meet mine.
“Dominic,” she gritted between clenched teeth, her breaths coming out in pants.
“Promise me, Samaira,” I growled.
She grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer, wrapping her legs tight around my hips, dragging my hard cock between her legs. My mind blanked out, my vision turning white as her sharp eyes met mine. “Danger would have to get through me first before it ever touches you. I promise you that .”
Her words crashed into my heart like boulders, my soul wrapping itself around them, embedding her in my heartbeat.
Her eyes burned with challenge and arousal, fueling my rage and terror and so much need, it made me want to drop to my knees to worship her and tie her to my bed and fuck her into oblivion.
Despite her stupid declaration that managed to tie her soul to mine, I would never fucking let her. “Like fuck it will.” I slammed my mouth on hers, biting her lip hard.
She grabbed my hair and pulled me. “Try to stop me.”
I grabbed her injured hand that she’d used to hold my hand and pulled it off me, thunderous rage clouding my vision dark.
I grabbed both of her arms and pulled them behind her back, holding them in my one hand, pressing her chest further into mine.
Her eyes hooded with pleasure as she moaned, grinding against my cock.
Her nipples poked through her tank top, and I was so tempted to put my mouth on them and suck them till she cried.
I bent lower so I grazed my jaw along her neck, my words rumbling in her ear.
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with here, baby.
I am so fucking tempted to tie your rebellious little ass to my bed and spank you so hard, you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week, let alone run in front of a bullet. ”
She whimpered as her back arched and she writhed on me with a wild abandon, pulling my hips deeper into her by squeezing her legs tighter. “You want that, Samaira?”
She bit her lip, refusing to utter a word, but tightened her legs around me, tempting me to get rid of our clothes and push into her.
Knowing that my filthy words and my dark promises were making her so wild with want, my cock pulsed with the need to consume her and fulfill every one of her desires.
“I’m going to keep you tied to my bed, completely naked, spread-eagled, entirely at my mercy, until you promise not to put yourself in danger for me. ”
She moaned loudly, arching her head back, lost in the fantasy.
I let go of my hand from her hair and clutched her choker, pulling her up.
Her eyes opened wide as her gaze darted to my hand that held her by her choker.
I gave her a vicious smile as I tightened my hold on it, pulling her so close to me that my lips grazed hers.
“You like this, baby? Is that why you wear a choker? You want me to put a leash on the end and fuck you as you ride me?”
I thrust my hard, pulsing cock between her legs, the friction of our clothes only making me harder.
She whimpered into my mouth and dragged her teeth against my lips as her eyes closed and she surrendered herself to the pleasure.
“I would keep you bound and gagged and not let you come until you promise to…” Thrust .
“Not.” Thrust. “Put.” Thrust. “Yourself.” Thrust. “In.” Thrust . “Danger.” Thrust . “For me.” Thrust .
She shattered in my arms, her back arched, eyes rolled back in ecstasy, writhing on my cock, her lips whispering only one word. “Dominic.”
It was by pure miracle that I kept myself from coming right between her legs. I let go of her hands and wrapped her in my arms, tucking her head into my chest, breathing in her hair, and feeling her heart softly beating at my chest.