Chapter 30
DOMINIC
I couldn’t hold on for a minute longer, let alone all the way home. I felt like I was flying, or more like jumping off a plane and free-falling to the ground. My heart was racing, my blood was roaring in my ears, and my cock was rock fucking hard.
I grabbed her crotch and felt the warmth at her apex, pulling a rumble out of my chest. I felt unhinged.
Untethered. Like a wild fucking animal. All I needed was Maira’s skin against mine.
To feel her beating heart against my chest, her wet, warm pussy soaking my cock.
I rubbed at her covered pussy, uncaring that she was still driving, trying to park on the side of the road. “Fuck, Maira. Need you.”
My hands shook, and my body trembled. An ache bloomed under my skin as my chest felt a kind of emptiness that I’d never felt before.
I clutched my heart and squeezed, trying to stem the pounding heartbeat.
I felt like I was stuck in a free fall through the freezing winds and being swept in a blazing tornado in the desert.
My body wanted to run, to fuck, to scream, to punch.
But my mind was frozen and achingly alone.
It was only my hand touching Samaira that kept me barely tethered to the present.
The moment I felt the car turn off, I snapped open our seat belts and dragged her on top of me before she could even blink. “Fuck, you’re so warm, baby. So fucking soft.”
Her legs were on either side of me as I pushed my face against her throat. An animalistic sound escaped my lips as I breathed in her soft, feminine scent mixed with a hint of sweat. My hips moved of their own accord between her legs, trying to get inside her.
Need so deep ran in my veins, my chest heaved as I clutched her to me, her tank top bunching in my fists.
I kept breathing her in, pulling in deep gulps of her scent as I felt her fingers running through my hair.
I realized she was trying to soothe me. My lips moved lower, down her neck, to the top of her chest, licking and biting her skin, feeling the warmth of her skin on my tongue.
My body shook with the aching emptiness and cold that seemed to be slowly thawing the more I touched Samaira.
I was about to tear open her tank top when she quickly grabbed both of my hands at her chest. “Shh…Dom. Give me a second, baby.”
Warmth bloomed in my chest at her endearment, and I halted my movements as I watched her remove her tank top.
The moment she snapped open her bra from the front, I lunged.
I ran the flat of my tongue on her breast, pulling a long moan out of Maira that echoed in the car.
My ears rang, and my cock pulsed in my pants as I pulled her nipple in my mouth and sucked.
“Dominic.” My name on Samaira’s lips had my blood thrumming in my veins and my mind relishing in the soft warmth of her breast on my tongue.
Precum oozed from my cock as Samaira ran her fingers in my hair and pushed her nipple deeper into my mouth with a whimper, urging me to suck harder.
Her hips rolled on my lap, and all my senses focused on sucking and nipping and licking at her breasts, pulling out moans from her lips.
She pulled me off her tits with a sharp tug on my hair. Her chest heaved as her dark eyes met mine. I grabbed her jaw and noticed the deep red spatter of blood on my fingers. “I’m going to mess you up, Maira. Tell me to stop now.”
A wide, vicious smile stretched across her face, and she ran her tongue over my lips, giving a sharp bite to the bottom one. “Mess me the fuck up, Dom.”
Arousal and adrenaline roared a battle in my body as all thoughts escaped my mind except one. Samaira.
I clutched her hair at the back of her head and slammed her mouth to mine, swallowing her moan and tasting her need. My tongue swiped between her lips with the urgency to taste her sweetness, her warmth, her life. I sucked and nipped at her lips and kissed her like it was my last breath.
The bone-chilling cold that had seeped into every pore of my body melted as the warmth of the woman in my lap seeped into my soul, into my very essence.
She clutched the back of my neck as she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, fucking it the way I wanted to fuck her pussy. She bit my lip and murmured in my ear, “The moment you chopped off those dicks, I soaked my fucking panties. You were so fucking hot.”
With a growl, I wildly dragged her pants and panties down, causing her to gasp in my mouth as she helped me undress her, and then opened the zipper of my pants. My cock sprang up as I pulled it out of my briefs and shoved my clothes down my hips.
Her lips ran along the side of my throat, causing goose bumps to erupt down my back. “I fucking loved that you didn’t hesitate for even a second. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Her words were gasoline to the fire erupting in my chest. My cock pulsed with need, and I pushed it along her soaking wet pussy.
I was so hard, arousal drumming through my blood so fucking viciously, I was afraid I’d come just by her words.
Samaira was proud of me for killing three people.
A laugh rattled in my chest and escaped my mouth.
Samaira brushed a quick kiss on my mouth as her lips quirked in a smile. “What’s so funny?”
I couldn’t bear not to have my lips on her skin for even a second. I licked her throat, feeling her pulse on my tongue, and said against her neck, “You’re proud of me for killing three men.”
Her neck arched with a delicious moan, and she rubbed her pussy on my cock. Rising on her knees and slowly, so achingly, punishingly slowly, she sank down on my cock in one stretch.
I roared as her soft, wet heat engulfed me, enveloping me so thoroughly, I rammed into her again and again, needing more of her heavenly warmth. Blinding pleasure replaced the harrowing emptiness.
I wasn’t free-falling anymore. I was flying. I was swooping. I was fucking soaring into her wild heat.
Maira pulled my hair and stared down at me, our chests heaving, our breaths fogging up the windows of the car.
“I’m even more proud that you used my fucking knife and my brass knuckles.
You marked my knife with your first kill.
” Her teeth clenched as she pulsed around my cock, her eyes rolling back in her head with a moan. “Fuck me, Dominic.”
My mind obliterated. Red-hot arousal pulsed in my veins as I slammed into her with the desperation of a dying man. I sank deep into her, dragging my cock along the walls of her pussy, making her shriek along my jaw.
With every hard thrust into her heat, one truth crystallized in my mind.
I held her throat with one hand and held her still above me with another on her waist. She moaned with need and looked into my eyes with a wild desperation as I halted all our movements.
“I’m glad you’re proud of me for killing those men because if anybody puts a single scratch on you, I’d flay them open and skin them alive.
I’d kill for you. Bleed for you. Burn for you. Fucking die for you.”
My words ended on her lips. “Like I said before, Dom, death would have to get through me first before it ever grazed you.”
Like I’d ever let that happen. She wanted to protect me, and her protectiveness only made me want her more.
Protect her more. I’d let her keep her promise.
But if ever death came knocking on our door, if anybody tried to take Samaira away from me, I’d fucking tear them apart.
Samaira was mine, and I refused to exist in a world without this woman.
I grabbed her hand and sucked two of her fingers into my mouth. I kept them pressed along my lips as I said, “This.” I thrust into her. “Yours.”
I dragged her hand lower and pressed her palm against my chest. “This.” Thrust. “Yours.”
I moved her hand lower so she touched the spot where my cock entered her pussy. “This.” Thrust. “Only fucking yours.”
She whimpered and rubbed her clit in time with my thrusts.
My pulse pounded as my balls tightened, and that familiar heat unfurled at the base of my spine.
My rhythmic fucking faltered, and my body lost all its control as my balls slapped at her ass.
“Samaira. Be a good girl and come on my fucking cock, baby.”
With a keening cry, Samaira tightened unbearably around my cock, her pussy pulsating around me, and she flooded my lap with her orgasm. Before I even knew it, she pulled off me, making me roar like an animal in heat as she held my cock.
Her dark eyes met my wild ones. “No condom. Come on me, Dom. Soak my pussy.”
Her words were my undoing as my vision whitened and my orgasm barreled down my spine. I snarled and bucked my hips as she jerked me off, my mind splintering and my cum shooting all over her pussy and stomach .
Our foreheads touched as we looked down at the mess I’d made on her. She panted against my lips as I moved my fingers in the mess and spread it even more on her body, rubbing my cum on her skin. “I like you dripping with my cum.”
“Me too.” Her whisper touched my lips, making me smile.
I pulled her into a whisper-soft kiss. “Let’s go home.”
She quickly donned her pants sans panties. She handed those to me for safekeeping. And I held on to them like a lifeline. I stared down at my blood-splattered hand, clutching her delicate lace panties. My cock stirred in my pants at the beautiful paradox.
She pressed the switch on the car to get the fog out after she started the car. Once we got back on the road, I turned in my seat so I could look at her. “Can I ask you something?”
She nodded. “Anything.”
“Are you on birth control pills?” I’d fucking love to come inside her. Just the thought had blood stirring in my cock.
She bit her lip and shook her head in denial.
“I’ve always gotten normal periods. After my assault, I didn’t have sex for a few years.
I started to have more positive sexual experiences after I got some toys, which made me want to have some dick willingly.
So I hooked up once in a while but always with protection.
I wasn’t going to put my body and my hormones through the side effects of birth control pills when I had normal periods and was occasionally having sex with condoms. I had no desire to feel a man coming in me. ”
A growl rumbled in my chest at the thought of another man even touching my girl. “Good. And now? Is that something you want?”
Her hands squeezed the steering wheel as she bit her lip.
“Honestly, I don’t know if we really need condoms. After my assault, I was told that I’d most likely never conceive.
I’ve made my peace with that. I don't want to risk a pregnancy on the off chance though, you know. But I’d love nothing more than to feel you come inside me. ”
“Hmm. Me too, baby. And if you’d like to have children in the future, I’ll have the best doctors to help us out.”
Her lips curled in a shy smile, and I loved it even more. She shook her head and asked, “Do you want children?”
I turned to her and found her biting her lip as if nervous about my response. I brought my hand to the back of her neck and squeezed. “There are always options when it comes to having a kid. But when it comes to a life partner, there is only one option and choice for me. You.”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips were stretched in a wide smile. “I don’t mind going to an ob-gyn to discuss my options for birth control.” She softly muttered, “Fucking never stood a chance.”
My throat dried up, and I had to swallow before my words came out in a hoarse voice. “Only if you feel comfortable, Maira. You discuss it with your doctor first.”
“Alright then.”
“Alright.”
Our smiles were wide, and we looked like fools, but I was happy.
Even though I’d killed three men less than an hour ago, I was happy.
Once we reached home, Samaira turned on the shower to high heat, helped me remove all my clothes, and followed me in naked. My body was trying to shut down, the adrenaline starting to leave my system.
Samaira patiently and thoroughly cleaned and washed every part of me until the water flowing in the drain went from red and bloody to clear and full of suds.
She washed until every single speck of blood was removed from my body.
She washed my hair, my armpits, my rock-hard dick, and even the crack of my ass.
Which, again, only managed to ramp up my arousal.
But another emotion was flooding my heart even more than the arousal.
Warmth.
Warmth of her care.
Warmth of her smile.
Warmth of her fingers gently washing me.
Warmth of her love.
We hadn’t said those words to each other, but this overwhelming feeling of warmth that settled in my heart down to the marrow of my bones was nothing but love.
When she pulled me into the bed, under the warm blanket, her bare skin against mine, all I could think was I wanted this every day for the rest of my life.
Technically, Samaira and the Wildcats had fulfilled their job. She was free to leave me any time now. She had no obligation whatsoever to me.
I could only hope that she, too, wanted to stay .
I slept with her in my arms, feeling her chest move against my front, my cock nestled in the cleft of her ass, and a decision was made.
Make Samaira fall in love with me . Because I was completely and irrevocably in love with her.