Chapter 20 #3
I pushed at his cock, drawing a grunt from him, and I remembered how he hadn’t come before. “If your worry stops me from doing my job, then it’s a problem.”
He bent closer until our foreheads touched. With his eyes closed, he nuzzled my cheek. “You’re right.” His words washed over me, soothing the jagged edges that his doubts had left behind.
My eyes remained closed, feeling his sharp jaw rubbing against my cheek, leaving behind a thousand fiery needles that sent jolts of sharp need through my body and filling my heart with the kind of warmth that I wanted to drown in. Why did this man affect me so much?
I couldn’t comprehend this savage kind of protectiveness that burned within me for Dominic, but I knew in my bones that I’d let no harm come to him and that he was someone who belonged to me. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, this obsessive, savage possessiveness threatened to burst from me.
Once we stepped inside the house, the women thankfully ignored the moment I’d shared with Dominic. Instead, every single one of them pointed out Dominic’s idiocy in taking up my challenge and failing so spectacularly.
Kai was very proud as he pointed out, “Even I lasted longer against you than you did against Samaira.”
Dominic had the biggest smile on his face as he rolled his eyes. “You wanna fight Samaira?”
“Fuck no. I’m not stupid.”
And I couldn’t help but laugh at that, bumping my fist with him .
Dominic had a ridiculous smile on his face as he took all the ribbing in stride as we sat planning our next move.
Since someone had eyes on Dominic, we didn’t want to let it show that he had hired a bodyguard. So, we unanimously decided that I’d act as his personal assistant.
Dominic got an unhinged smile on his face. “If I’d known you’d be spending every waking moment with me, I’d have never objected to you being my bodyguard.”
I rolled my eyes at his delighted expression, and I knew I had a similar smile on my face.
Dominic turned to Kai. “Have a desk set up for Samaira in my office on Monday, will you?”
He gave him a salute. “Yes, boss.”
I raised my eyebrows at Dominic and said, “And don’t you give me any fake tasks that make me step away from you for too long.”
This time, he gave me a quick salute. “Yes, boss.”
Dominic turned serious as he saw Sophie laughing at his joke. “I need someone to protect my sister as well. Whoever put that hit on me also put a hit on my sister.”
Sloane wrapped an arm around Sophie’s shoulders. “I’ll take care of your sister.”
Lena piped in, “Sophie, if you want, you could move into the Den for a while. It’s the safest space, and you’ll have more than just Sloane’s eyes on you.”
“The Den?” Sophie, Kai, and Dominic asked at the same time.
Lena’s lips tugged in a smile. “The Den.”
With that decision made, Naomi and Tara decided to stay at the safe house to wait for the cleaners to arrive to take care of the hit man’s body while I took his phone with me.
Lena and Sloane headed to Thunder Claw, along with Sophie, while I got into the car with Dominic as his brand-new bodyguard.
We sat in silence as he drove us back into the city to his home, the air between us charged with such intensity that it made the hair on my skin rise and my heart beat a mile a minute.
Now that I had tasted Dominic, I was starving.
Add in the high from defeating him five times in a row, remembering the feel of his muscles, his throat, his sweat-soaked skin under my palms, and I now wanted to feel his hard cock in my hands.
I was drowning in the heady scent engulfing the inside of the car, the proximity to his body threatening to crumble me.
We made occasional conversation about the logistics of the next day, but every word from Dominic’s mouth, the way his Adam's apple bobbed, the way the dark baritone of his voice washed over my skin, had my panties soaking wet.
“So your den is under the basement of Thunder Claw?” he asked.
I swallowed, my throat parched. “Yeah. Sophie will be safest there.”
He nodded. “I’ll let my parents know and get her stuff so she can live there for a while.”
I met his eyes and nodded.
Fire danced in his eyes, and in a slow movement, he moved his hand that was resting on his thigh and brought it toward mine, waiting for me to grab it. And because he waited for it, waited for me to touch him, I clasped his hand in mine, searing my entire body with the heat of his touch.
“Thank you for doing all this for my sister,” he said, squeezing my hand in his large palm.
I moved my thumb over his, and a breath hissed out of him. I shook my head and looked at him. “You don’t need to thank me.”
He gave a jerky nod, and slowly—so I could stop him if I really wanted to—placed my hand on top of his thigh and covered it with his own, keeping his eyes on the rough stretch of road as if he hadn’t just sent my world into a tailspin .
Did he not know that I’d never done this? Never had a man hold my hand? Never had him place it on his thigh, the thin material of his pants doing nothing to hide the strength of his muscles there? Never had my heart beating like a caged butterfly not knowing how to be set free?
I wanted to sit with him in the car forever, surrounded by his scent, the feel of his thick, muscular thigh under my palm. On the other hand, my mind wanted to bolt, hide myself from the pain that might shred me to pieces if I lost him.
I kept my hand still as he kept driving, every cell of my brain and nervous system trying to redirect it a little above, an excruciating need thrumming in my veins to feel his hard cock against my palm.
I wanted to bend across the car and open his pants, feel the rough glide of his thick cock along my tongue, swallow him so far down my throat, I’d gag.
I needed to see him lose control over me, watch him completely unhinged and thoroughly wrecked for me.
As my body waged war against me, he kept silent, occasionally brushing his thumb along the back of my hand, making my panties melt merely by that soft touch. How long had it been since I’d last had a good fuck? Probably ten months ago?
Too soon, we arrived at a tall, glass-and-steel building, one of Manhattan's most iconic skyscrapers. I gave him a side glance and found him already looking at me.
“Welcome to my humble abode.”
“Humble, my ass,” I muttered, causing him to break out in laughter.
I kept a glance at the side-view mirror just to see if anyone followed us down into the parking lot.
The building had seven stories of underground parking. Once we’d parked the car, Dominic led me to the small lobby space. “Maxim usually picks me up from the ground-floor lobby. It’s only when I’m driving myself that I use this lot. I’ll get you access to the building by tomorrow morning. ”
Once the elevator arrived, he pressed a fob onto the small device at the elevator and hit the penthouse button. “So only you can access the floor using this fob? Nobody else can access your place?”
He shook his head. “Not without approval from me. I told you that you didn’t need to check through my building and my apartment for any intruders. The security in my building is top-notch.”
“Your building?”
He gave a small smile and nodded. “My building.”
Fuck me . I shrugged my shoulders. “I had to make sure. You never know when someone could try to attack you. The parking lot, the lobby, all of them are accessible to other people. It’s my job to get you home safely.”
The elevator dinged open to a doorway. Dominic unlocked the front door with his fingertips, leading us directly into a massive vestibule, the view of the entire city of Manhattan welcoming us into the obnoxiously large living room beyond.
A loud whistle escaped me as I took in the sheer magnificence of Dominic Park’s “humble” abode.
We were on the 120th floor, and I felt like I was watching the city from the clouds.
Despite the stark glass walls and massive open space, his house felt surprisingly homey and welcoming.
A large, dark green, L-shaped couch with over a dozen throw pillows strewn across it faced a massive TV hanging from the ceiling over an electric fireplace.
Potted and hanging plants graced every corner of the house, flooding the space with life and lush greenery.
Soft, expansive carpets transformed the entire space into a warm, cozy cocoon, making me want to spread-eagle on the floor and get thoroughly fucked in front of the fire.
I turned to Dominic and found him watching me, eyes blazing with heat. Maybe he was having the same thoughts as me. My throat was dry as I asked, “Do you have any other exit aside from this elevator? ”
He tried to walk past me, and I immediately stopped him. “I go first.”
He sighed, clearly displeased, and pointed to the right. “There’s an emergency exit door when you cross the kitchen and go to the pantry.”
“Stay here.”
I quickly crossed the kitchen area, and it looked like it was picked straight out of a magazine. Once I reached the door that Dominic mentioned, I went through and checked the door that led into the stairwell. Everything was silent, and I made sure the door opened only from inside.
With that being done, I crossed to where Dominic waited for me in the living room, now sitting on the barstool in his kitchen.
“Do you need me to take you upstairs? Want to see my bedroom?” His voice was rough, his eyes hooded.
I was so tempted to walk up to him, stand between his legs, and jam my tongue down his throat.
Instead, I stood a few feet away from him, afraid my temptations would overpower my senses. “Yes, please. But I step through the doors first.”
He gave me a single nod as I led the way.
We climbed up the massive, helical staircase leading us to the next floor, the light from the huge central chandelier washing him in golden hues.
He’d lost his suit jacket as soon as we entered the house, so he only wore a shirt and pants, his sleeves rolled to his elbows.