Chapter 15 DOMINIC #2
“These are the circumstances, Athena,” I murmured, my thumb tracing her jawline. “You were born with the wrong last name.”
She leaned into my touch, ever so slightly, and I swore my heart skipped a beat.
“Otherwise… things might have been different.”
“How?” Her voice was barely a whisper, but the defiance in her eyes begged for answers neither of us should give.
Before I could think, I wrapped my other hand around her waist, pulling her flush against me.
It was wrong. So fucking wrong, but her body against mine felt electric, like a drug I couldn’t quit.
Athena gasped softly, but I swallowed my own sound, the heat of her skin against me igniting something dangerous inside.
Memories slammed into me like a hurricane—her, that night, on top of me. I’d buried those images deep, pretending they didn’t exist.
The plan for revenge never included temptation. But Athena King put those filthy thoughts in my head the moment she moved against me that night.
I’m a man used to control and getting what I want. And right now, I wanted her. All of her. Without realizing when, we were inches apart, lips barely touching, neither of us daring to pull away from this madness.
“Do you want to know what’s really happening inside my twisted mind, dollface?” I whispered, my hand trailing down her back dangerously low, fingertips teasing the edge of her ass. I was playing with fire, and I was ready to get burned.
“I want to know what would be different if I didn’t have that last name? If I were just an ordinary girl?”
An ordinary girl. The thought made me laugh, but I held her tighter.
Athena King was anything but ordinary. It wasn’t her name that made her stand out—it was everything about her.
She drew every eye, even with Mason Rivera’s hand in hers.
Men drooled over her without shame. But she never noticed.
Now, she was looking at me. Really looking.
Athena King hated me with every fiber of her being.
The feeling was mutual. But who was I to deny her?
Especially when she begged me with those soft brown eyes like she wanted to swallow me whole and see the man beneath the suit.
That’s a fucking dangerous game. Maybe Alec was right—I should have gone out to the club. Found someone to ease this tension.
But I didn’t want easy. I wanted her.
No other woman could satisfy this hunger. Not when it was her fire I craved.
“I’m giving you one last chance to turn your back on me and run to your room, Athena. This is the rational choice.”
My voice dropped low, rough and husky, like it didn’t even belong to me.
Saying it out loud, I hoped she’d listen — for her sake, for mine.
Nothing good would come of this. It was late, and she wasn’t thinking straight.
Hell, neither was I. I expected her to run away. Instead, she surprised me again.
Through long lashes, she looked up at me and whispered, “I don’t seem to know how to make right choices, do I? Isn’t that why I’m here in the first place?”
Fuck. Her voice hit me straight in the cock. It was hard and painfully ready, pressing against my pants. I lost my mind — no other explanation for why I pressed her harder into me. I told her to leave, yet my hands held her close, possessive, unwilling to let go.
She gasped when she felt my hardness pressing into her stomach. Her eyes widened. I nearly groaned. She was too innocent, too fragile, yet here she was, in the hands of the monster she despised. And still, she looked at me like she was ready to give me everything I asked for.
It was too much. Losing myself in her eyes was intimate. I don’t do intimate.
Seeing no sign of her running, I spun her around so her back pressed to my chest. I avoided her eyes.
Her vanilla scent hit me full force when her hair brushed my skin.
I almost growled, craving to pull that bun loose, wrap my fist in her hair, and drag her closer.
Instead, I wrapped an arm low around her waist; the other found her shoulder, squeezing lightly.
I loved how small she was compared to me and how she twitched under my touch.
Keeping my lips close to her ear, I whispered, “If you didn’t have that damn last name, that pretty little mouth of yours would be silent by now.”
My hand moved with a mind of its own, trailing down her stomach and stopping just above the hem of her skirt, right over her covered pussy. Material separated us, but I could still feel her warmth. My cock ached painfully against my pants. Her ragged breaths only stoked the fire.
“How?” she asked, voice steady, not breaking even as I traced slow circles just above her pussy on the thin skirt. It was too short, too sheer. Yet it felt like a wall keeping me from her.
“By stuffing your mouth with my cock.” I cupped her through the skirt. She moaned, leaning back against me. Her ass moved against my hardness. “Have you on your knees for me, choking, begging for more.”
The more pressure I applied through the fabric, the more she lost control — panting, pressing against me.
Her innocent ears had never heard a man speak to her like this.
Mason Rivera looked at her like she was a fragile princess, but beneath that facade, Athena King was a fireball.
A Fenix waiting to burn free. She wanted it rough.
I knew it. That night on the bench, I’d choked her with her own necklace until it left marks, and she’d come harder than Rivera ever made her, I’m sure of this.
I’m not generous. Fuck no. I’m greedy. Women I’ve fucked? I only cared about my pleasure. Didn’t care if they came or were satisfied. Why bother when my men took turns? Someone else could do the job.
But with Athena, it’s different. I’m desperate to feed my ego and erase Rivera’s touch from her body. For me — not for her.
“What makes you think I’d let you do something so disgusting, so degrading?
” she asked, voice trembling like a cry as my fingers kept circling her covered pussy.
My other hand found her breast, squeezing it hard.
It fit perfectly in my palm. Her nipple hardened, and I cursed softly, lips still near her ear.
I slid my hand lower, slipping it under her skirt, cupping her pussy through the panties.
She moaned. I sighed. The answer to her question was on my fingers — drenched in her arousal.
I bit her neck to stifle the guttural moan rising in my throat.
Her skin was soft even through the fabric. She’d be perfect.
“I see through you, dollface. The real you, not the mask you show the world.”
I massaged her clit through her panties. She shifted against my hand, searching for more. She wouldn’t admit it, but her soaked pussy spoke louder than words. Leaning into my touch was just a bonus.
“Because it excites you — the thought of dropping that princess act, getting on your knees for me, letting me do whatever I want, even though you despise me.”
I pressed harder, making her cry out, then wrapped a hand around her throat — half to suppress the urge to kiss her, to taste those tempting lips.
“N-no,” she stammered, still fighting even as she rode my fingers. She was dripping, my palm soaked. I gave in to my dark hunger, pushing her panties aside, feeling her bare warmth. I groaned.
She was soft, wet, fucking perfect. I spread her arousal everywhere, playing with her clit, pushing her to the edge before pulling back. She cried out, falling apart, hands digging into my thighs, nails scratching skin. Her skirt lifted, her almost bare ass grinding against my cock.
“No?” I echoed, tightening my grip on her neck just to feel her pulse. My tongue slipped behind her ear, marking her hot skin. “Maybe I read you wrong, dollface.”
I pinched her clit harder, making her scream.
“Tell me, are you this soaked when that wretched, self-proclaimed boyfriend puts his hands between your thighs?’’ My lips kissed down her neck, her scent driving me insane. “Is your pussy this ready for him?”
“More,” she breathed.
I chuckled against her skin. Always fighting me.
“Is that right?”
I stopped moving my fingers, hearing her tortured cries and feeling her ass grind in frustration.
The princess’s mouth was full of lies. Her body spoke another language — mine.
She didn’t want me, but she pressed harder against my cock.
She hated me, but let my hand slip between her thighs, touching her bare cunt.
I knew if I put a finger inside, she’d ride it like her life depended on it.
She’d let me do anything, because her mouth denied me, but her body burned.
“Why’d you stop?” she cried, eyes closed, lips parted, breath heavy. She was needy just like me.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Say what?”
“That you want me.”
My finger teased her opening, and she held her breath, nails leaving marks on my skin through my pants.
“That even though you hate me, you still fucking want me.” I worked her clit again, the little golden princess a moaning wreck under my touch. “Say it, Athena.”
She cried, trembling, wetting her sinful lips.
“I want you.” She moved against my fingers. “Please don’t stop.”
And I didn’t. Hearing those words was the reward I craved. Athena was too far gone, and so was I. Panting, chasing her high, I let her have it. This time, I didn’t stop as she soaked my fingers. I turned her face roughly to meet my eyes. I needed to see her as she shattered, or I might die.
It was a view from another fucking world. She cried, trembling, eyes closed, lips parted, riding the storm with grace. It shook her to her bones, and it shook me hard as well. The want, the need, the desire to take her lips was too much. She was stunning, intoxicating.
I pulled away, removing my hand. Without my support, she collapsed to her knees, panting, trembling. My fingers itched to reach forward, to spread her on this floor she’d just cleaned, and have my wicked way with her again. To watch her break, come again and again. But I locked those thoughts away.
I was already out of control. I couldn’t let this happen. Not when I could feel her wetness on my fingers. That alone was enough to push me over the edge.
“I hate you.”
Her voice was low, defeated, while she knelt with her back to me.
I slipped my hands into my pockets, fighting the urge to reach for her.
Instead, I circled, standing in front of her.
I bent down, lifting her chin with two fingers until our eyes locked.
Her face was flushed, swollen, eyes burning with a venomous rage mixed with desire. More stunning than ever.
“If you want to talk shit about hating me, at least make it sound genuine, dollface.”
Without warning, I shoved my fingers still slick with her juices into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around them, sucking hard. I clenched my jaw, fighting the groan that threatened to spill out.
“Maybe next time you wanna talk shit, try not to come on my fingers.”
I pulled my fingers free, spreading her saliva and juices around her mouth like lipstick. For the first time, Athena King was speechless and defeated. I moved so close I could smell her on my lips — so tempted to taste her.
“Try to keep that bratty mouth of yours in check, and maybe I’ll give you what you want next time.”
Before I make it to the door, she spoke again, voice harsh.
“There won’t be a next time.”
She couldn’t see me, but my smile twisted. I wanted to look back, to see her, defeated on her knees, staring right at me. I felt her gaze burning into me.
“Lie to yourself all you want, dollface.” I turned my head, not looking at her, but wanting her to see the smile tugging at my lips. “I’ll be right here when you’re ready to accept the truth.”
I then left the room, slamming the door behind me, and even though my body was begging me to go back and finish what we started, my cock stretching my pants to the point of pain, I didn’t.
For a moment, while I was taking the clothes off my body, I thought of calling Linda to my room, sucking me off good, take my mind off of this shitty week I had, but that thing I didn’t do as well.
It would be an empty momentary feeling that I don’t seek. Not from her. Not when the lips I want to be wrapped around my cock belonged to none other than the little golden princess Athena King.