Chapter 21 DOMINIC
DOMINIC
I almost chuckled when I saw Athena’s face shift—her mouth parting, eyes wide like she’d just seen a ghost. Kneeling before me, she looked like something ripped straight from a wet dream. An image I’d tattoo on the back of my eyelids, top three material in my private gallery of sin.
I never expected her to play my little game. When I told her to crawl, I wanted to see her curl her tail and run like the scared little prey she tried so hard not to be. I was pushing her buttons, just like she pushed mine tonight. And fuck, she pushed them hard.
But she didn’t run, she obeyed. Wig crooked, eyes locked on mine, crawling like the goddess she is, even wrapped in cheap lace. That pathetic bra and thong made my blood boil—I wanted to burn them. I will burn them. But on her, even trash looks like art.
Athena crossed a line tonight. She was the one who begged to come to my birthday party, and like a complete idiot, I let her.
Only to have her show up dressed like this while I’m sealing deals and running my empire.
The second my eyes landed on her, the whole room turned into static.
The little princess thought she could outwit me, but all it took was one look—just one—to see the vixen hiding behind the wig and the mask.
Call it instinct, observation, whatever - I don’t care.
And when she sat on my lap, rubbing herself against me, the heat of her skin pressing into mine—it was like déjà vu. The same desperate, wild hunger I felt that night in the dark park, her body so warm and soft in my hands, fucking my lap like her life depended on it.
She made the mistake of doing it again tonight.
Do I hate her and her bloodline? Without a doubt. But do I want her more than words can spit out? Fuck yes. Painfully so. Will I destroy her in the end? Count on it.
But right now, I was bluffing. I didn’t expect her to reach for my belt.
I thought she’d break, run. Her eyes screamed inexperience.
I could bet my life she’d never even seen a bare cock, let alone given a blowjob.
Yet here she was, dancing that line like she was born to seduce, dressed like an exotic temptress with no shame.
Her fingers trembled around me, slick and hot beneath her touch, but her wide, wild eyes never left mine.
I saw the fight in her—the stubborn little fire still burning, even as she hovered on the edge of surrender.
Her breath hitched when I shifted, leaning back just enough to give her control, but my gaze pinned her.
I groaned low and guttural as Athena’s hands slid up my hips, fingers curling possessively.
She pulled my briefs down with a teasing confidence and wrapped her hand around me.
Our eyes locked, both of us frozen—her face pale, mine flushed and racing.
I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears.
Her wide, doll-like eyes locked on the sight before her.
“You’re pierced?”
A slow smirk curved my lips. Surprise, surprise, little princess.
“Is that a problem?” I raised a brow, pretending to hold my cool, but inside, I was losing my fucking mind. She stared down at my piercing like it was some kind of revelation. And she had the nerve to lie about me not being her first? Brat.
“It shouldn’t be since you’re, what did you call it…
experienced?” I taunted. She was far from it, but I’d let her drown in her own lies.
Her eyes flashed with a storm of desire and conflict.
I saw it clear as day—the battle raging in that quiet room, the way she clenched her thighs, trying to suppress the desperate ache between her legs.
I could smell her arousal from here, a sinful sweetness that made my mouth water.
She looked innocent, but I knew better. Leaning back, hands behind my neck, I threw the ball in her court. Would she run?
She accepted the challenge, wrapping her hand around me, stroking slowly.
That innocent motion set my senses ablaze.
She couldn’t hold my gaze as she leaned down, her tongue flicking over me near the piercing.
Little kisses, soft licks—just enough to make me flinch.
Then, she took me into her mouth, warm and wet, her tongue playing with the metal.
She moaned around me, and I let out a low groan.
It wasn’t supposed to feel this fucking good from her.
“Don’t play with me, Athena,” I growled, clutching her wig, fingers digging into her scalp. “Put me in your mouth.”
And fuck, she did. I hissed as she sucked me like a pro—licking, swirling her tongue over my piercing, bobbing her head like she’d done this a thousand times.
Her mouth was a drug, driving me insane.
Her eyes met mine—wide, fiery, desperate.
Each choke and bob sent shocks straight to my core.
I tangled my fists in her soft, red hair, making two tight ponytails as she begged silently with trembling eyes, letting me own her. A mistake—for both of us.
Like a greedy man possessed, I took her mouth hard and fast, pounding her throat mercilessly. She gasped, choked, but never stopped, tears shining in her eyes as she swallowed every inch.
“Keep your eyes on me, dollface,” I demanded, groaning when hers lifted, glossy with tears and lust. “I want to see the mess I make on that pretty face.”
She obeyed, sucking me raw, playing with my balls, making me shatter.
“You take me so well,” I hissed, breath ragged. She blinked those lashes at me like a goddess. I hit the back of her throat, watching her choke and cry quietly. “Who would’ve thought a good girl like you could suck cock like that?”
She was too fucking good—stroking, sucking, gagging until I was raw. Until I had to pull free, fist pumping myself over her open mouth.
“You want my cum?”
“Please.” Her whisper broke.
I almost lost it from that one word.
“Stick out your tongue.”
She obeyed, lips glistening, hungry. I came hard and fast, waves crashing through me. I groaned loudly, pouring myself into her mouth until she was full, and some spilled onto the floor. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips like it was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
Athena King, the innocent princess, had just given me the most intense, unforgettable blowjob of my life. Maybe the best. I leaned in close, brushing my finger over her lips, still glistening with me.
“Clean up after yourself, little brat.”
I tugged her hair gently, pulling her down, and she obeyed—pressing her cheek to the floor, sticking out her tongue, licking up every drop as if starving. Shit, I was getting hard just by watching her.
When she finally stood, wiping her mouth, chin lifted in defiance, I nearly dragged her to bed right there. Instead, I brushed her wild red hair back, gentling her into the princess beneath all that filth.
“You want to know what I want, Athena?” My voice was rough, wrecked.
“What?” She swallowed.
“You. Naked. In your bed after the celebration.” My gaze burned hers. “If you don’t want this, lock your door. I’ll walk away, but if your door’s unlocked… then I’m coming in, and I’ll take everything you’re willing to give.”
She trembled, caught in the storm I’d become because of her. I smirked, brushing her cheek with my finger.
“So choose wisely, dollface.” Before she could answer, I pressed a fierce, burning kiss to her cheek. “Because there’s no going back.”
Her breath trembled. Mine did too. I already knew there was no going back. Not after I’d had a taste. I’m a greedy man. And now, I want it all.