13. Luca
THIRTEEN
LUCA
Dominic avoided me all night.
It probably had something to do with my sliced up palms and the blood all over his shirt. If he had a problem with that, he could leave. He constantly told me I shouldn’t hide. Unleashing my demons for the first time in weeks felt good. I slept amazing. I figured he’d be long gone in the morning.
Wrong .
I woke up to clinking dishes and roasting coffee. I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen, ready to sneer at Dominic, maybe pick another fight with him.
A shirtless Dominic leaned against the counter, a mug in his hand. Steam rose from the cup as he took a slow sip. His back muscle rippled as he turned around.
“Morning. Latte?”
My throat tightened. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”
He turned around, showing off his arms and pecs. Fuck, he was built. Veins popped from his biceps as though he’d just worked out. My breathing hitched. I hated the way my body reacted to him.
“I’m not some guy off the street,” he thundered, eye-fucking me. “I’m your boss.”
“Oh, are we pretending again?”
Dominic’s jaw tightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You stopped feeling like a boss when you started redecorating my kitchen.”
His lips curled. “Oh yeah?”
I folded my arms. “ Yeah , and if you’re pulling rank, put on a damn shirt first.”
Dominic’s smirk deepened. “You think a shirt’s going to make this easier, sweetheart?”
“It’ll make me less pissed off. I mean, what are you trying to prove, walking around half-naked?”
Dominic sneered. “Fuck off with your homophobic shit. I’m getting comfortable, not trying to seduce you. You, on the other hand, look like you’re trying very hard not to look at me.”
He made me want to rip out my hair. “I don’t care that you fuck men. Just put on a goddamn shirt.”
Dominic stepped forward. “Why does it bother you so much?”
“’Cause I don’t want to see your body.”
He leaned in, his breath ghosting my cheek. “I guess we’re back to denial.”
My fists clenched. “Nope, I just find it annoying.”
“You’re not annoyed,” he continued, his tone soft but dangerous. “It’s written all over your face. The way you tense up and can’t look me in the eye. You’re rattled .”
My pulse thundered. “Put on a damn shirt.”
“You ruined my shirt.”
“Pick another one. You have thousands.”
He took another step forward, his chest brushing mine. Every inch of his hard body rocked into mine. The asshole knew exactly what he was doing. His body heat sank into me, spreading up my thighs, lengthening my cock. My gaze kept sliding to his mouth. Fuck.
“Why not just admit it?” he whispered.
I blanked. “Admit what?”
“That you want me.”
I breathed hard. “I don’t.”
He glanced down. “For not wanting me so much, you’re rocking a pretty impressive hard-on.”
“The painkillers make my head all fucked up.”
“I thought you weren’t on those?” he taunted, his head tilted toward mine like he’d kiss me. “But sure, blame the meds.”
My gaze landed on his mouth. Again. How would those lips feel against mine? The possibility hung in the air like a dare. A reckless urge stirred within me. I mean, who’d find out? Dominic had as much to lose by getting caught, but there were no eyes here but his. No judgments but the ones I placed on myself.
I couldn’t drag in enough air. Sweat slicked the back of my neck. His lips hovered close enough to taste. My stomach twisted, nerves tangling with hunger.
I wanted to kiss him.
I wanted to feel his mouth on mine, to taste the defiance in his smirk and see if it burned how I thought it would. My fists curled into the hem of my shirt to keep from touching him.
This was Dominic. A man. I wasn’t supposed to want him, and yet I leaned in. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to draw blood, focusing on the sharp sting instead of the ache building in me.
Don’t do it.
“Luca, you keep looking at my mouth like you want a taste.”
His low voice made my pulse hammer in my throat. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The reckless voice in my head grew louder.
Get it over with.
His hands cupped my cheek. “You’re stuck in that fucked-up head of yours, aren’t you? Liking men isn’t a sin.”
I jerked my head back. “Don’t touch me.”
Dominic stepped closer, caging me against the counter.
“Dom.”
“Just stop fighting it.”
His thumb grazed my bottom lip. I flinched, just slightly, but his hand didn’t leave my face. My eyes flicked to his, searching for anything that could save me from drowning in this moment.
There was nothing but him.
His lips brushed mine, like he was giving me the chance to pull away. I didn’t.
And then he kissed me.
His hand tightened in my hair, and I gasped. Every nerve in me wanted this. My hands found his chest, but instead of pushing him off, I held on.
His mouth crashed into mine roughly. His tongue dove into my mouth, claiming me. My body was on fire. His taste flooded my mouth. Fuck, it was addictive.
I groaned, kissing him back. His teeth grazed my lower lip as if he wanted to bite it. I stroked his chest. His other hand slid down my back, gripping my ass, pulling me closer, and I ground against him, my cock rock-hard. Dominic pulled back, his breathing ragged.
“You know how crazy you make me?” he rasped.
I could barely breathe, let alone speak.
“You’re not seeing that girl ever again.” His hand cupped my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You know damn well who you belong to.”
A flood of heat shot through me.
“And don’t you ever ,” he said, growling, “throw your life in danger again. You hear me?”
I couldn’t look away, caught in the possessiveness that made me feel both trapped and safe. Dominic’s fingers were still tangled in my hair.
“We can’t do this. You’re my boss.”
“That’s right, and you’re going to start acting like it. You’re going to obey . You’re mine.”
My cock twitched. “You don’t own me.”
“I do.”
His lips crashed against mine again. I moaned into the kiss, responding even though my mind told me to stop.
Dominic’s hand slid down my chest, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I couldn’t think. His touch was everywhere, and all I could do was feel. When his hand reached the waistband of my sweatpants, my breathing hitched.
He untied the knot. “You’re not going to fight me, are you?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck .
Dominic’s hand dipped, brushing the skin just beneath the waistband. The feeling sent a wave of heat that started in my gut and spread outward. My breathing hitched, but I still couldn’t find the words to stop him. My hand moved on its own, pulling him closer. His lips pressed into mine, soft and sweet.
“Such a good fucking boy.”
His hand traveled further down. He grabbed my cock, and my mind blanked. Everything went white as he closed his fingers around me. My hips bucked. His other hand shoved my pants down to my knees, so that there was no hiding how I felt for him.
Dominic’s grip loosened. “For a guy who claims to be straight, you’ve got a hard time keeping your dick under control when I’m around.”
I shot him a look. “Please…”
“Please what?”
I swallowed. “Get me off.”
Dominic’s smirk widened. “You want me to jerk you off?”
My heart raced. “Yes.”
His eyes darkened. “If you want me to get you off, then you’ll have to do the same.”
My hand shook as I reached out, fingers brushing against the front of Dominic’s boxers. He was already hard, the tip of him poking through one of the legs. His eyes bored into mine, daring me to follow through. I swallowed hard, then curled my fingers around him.
Dominic’s eyes shut before snapping open. “Keep going.”
My cheeks burned, but I couldn’t stop. I moved my hand, feeling the weight of Dominic’s cock beneath the fabric, the heat of him. My dick throbbed. I couldn’t believe it. I was touching another man. There was no denying how much further I wanted to go. It felt fucking incredible.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Dominic rasped, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “All that anger, but deep down, you just want to be touched.”
I hated how easily he saw through me. But more than that, I hated how much I craved what he offered.
“Pull my boxers down. Touch me.”
Shaking, I obeyed him. I slipped a finger behind the waistband and pulled them down over the trimmed bed of pubic hair. The boxers slipped off his hips and fell down his legs. His thick cock bounced free, huge, uncut.
My hand wrapped around him. The sensation of touching another man’s cock was overwhelming—his hardness, the heat of him. My arousal throbbed as I began to move, my skin against his. Dominic groaned, and I jerked him harder.
Dominic’s grip in my hair tightened, and I gasped as he pulled me into a bruising kiss. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing back, my body aching for more.
His hips bucked into my hand, a low growl rumbling in his chest as our lips parted, both of us panting. Dominic grabbed my cock. A moan slipped from my lips.
“That’s it. Don’t hold back, Luca.”
My head spun as his hand moved, stroking me with a skill that left me breathless. I could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling in my stomach. I was so fucking close.
Dominic’s cock wept onto my fingers, the slickness spreading across the head. I spread it over the tip, my thumb swirling slowly.
“Grip the base,” he ordered.
My hand slipped to the base of his shaft.
“Nice and tight. That’s good, baby. Just like that.”
I followed his lead, stroking him with the rhythm he set. His hand moved faster. Low groans slipped from his lips, and it drove me wild.
“Grip it tighter,” he purred, fisting my hair. “Just like that. You want me to make you come, don’t you?”
“Yeah…please.”
“Such a good boy. I’m going to get you off, baby.”
Dominic’s hand moved faster, his grip relentless. His lips brushed against my neck. I was powerless to resist, the pressure in my stomach coiling tighter until it snapped. My entire body tensed, a deep groan ripping from my throat as the pleasure slammed into me. My vision blurred, my mind going blank as heat pulsed through me. Cum shot from my cock in spurts. Fuck, it just kept going, the release leaving me shaking. His hand didn’t stop, wringing every last bit of cum.
Dominic groaned, his hips bucking into my hand one last time before he came, his hot cum spilling over my hand. He shuddered, his grip tightening on my cock as he finished jerking me. He grabbed my cum-covered hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking on my fingers with a filthy groan. Then he crashed his lips against mine, his tongue feeding me cum.
My body shivered at how fucking dirty it was. I loved being claimed like this. I felt owned as his tongue stroked mine, and loved how it felt to be completely his.
Dominic pulled back, breathing hard. “That was…fuck, Luca. I have no words. You are incredible.”
Incredible .
The post-nut clarity slammed into me.
I looked down, realizing just how much cum was on me. Mine and Dominic’s. It was everywhere. Ice spread through my stomach. I should have never let it go this far.
Dominic pulled back. His gaze flickered with pity. He grabbed the paper towel roll off the counter and ripped off a few squares. I took them, wiping myself down. I felt drained.
“How you feeling?” Dominic asked.
I kept my eyes on the floor. “We shouldn’t have done this.”
Dominic sighed. “Luca, it’s not a big deal. Everybody catches a dick once in a while?—”
“ What the fuck are you talking about? I’m supposed to brush this off like it’s a normal thing?”
“It is normal, you asshole.” Dominic grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his legs. “It’s not like we killed someone.”
I threw the paper towels away and yanked on my sweatpants. I sank into a kitchen chair as Dominic hovered above me, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
“This…this isn’t who I am.”
Dominic ran a hand over his face. “You like men. That doesn’t mean your whole life is falling apart.”
I shook my head. “You can shrug it off, but I can’t!”
Dominic’s jaw clenched. “You’re being dramatic.”
“ I’m being dramatic? ”
“Yeah. We kissed, we touched each other, and it was intense. But it’s part of who you are, and maybe it’s time you grow up.”
I didn’t want to want him, but I couldn’t stop myself. The pressure in my chest grew unbearable. My hand connected with a coffee mug, sending it crashing to the floor. The sound of shattering ceramic filled the room as I sank to the ground, gripping my hair.
“Dom, you need to get out.”
He crossed his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I want you to leave.”
“I don’t give a damn.”
I looked up at him, my eyes burning. “Please. I can’t deal with this right now.”
Dominic let out a harsh breath. “You think I want to be here? I’ve been through too much crap to deal with a closet queen losing his mind over a goddamned hand job!”
“I’m not closeted!”
He looked like he wanted to punch me. He turned on his heel, storming outside, and slammed the door behind him.