Chapter 22 ATHENA
ATHENA
I left the door unlocked, and I heard it crack open after four in the morning. My heart slammed into my ribs, pulse racing like a wild thing. A sliver of light spilled into the dark room, sharp and brief, before the door slammed shut again, swallowing everything back into darkness.
I lay with my back to the door, but I didn’t need to turn to know who had come in. I left the door unlocked for him. I made that choice. A decision I might burn myself for.
But hadn’t I collected enough regrets already? Hours ago, I was on my knees, choking on his pierced cock while he used my mouth like it was his right. I gave him my first blowjob, and my throat still stung.
How can something so wrong feel so dangerously right? Not once in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d ever get on my knees for a man—let alone crawl. And yet here I was, doing all of this for him.
His footsteps came closer, slow and deliberate. My breath hitched, fingers clenched tight around the blanket, my body aflame with every feeling I was trying to bury.
“Turn around, Athena.” His voice was low, dark silk wrapped around steel. I obeyed, rolling over, and there he was. Towering, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes searing through me.
“Do you understand the decision you just made?” His voice was controlled, cold as business—but the heat in his eyes burned my bare thighs under the soft, creamy nightgown. “Are you fully aware?”
I nodded, though the truth was I had no idea what I’d just let myself into.
“I’ve never done that,” I blurted out, and I feel my cheeks turning red.
“You’ve never done what, Athena?” His head tilted, amusement flickering in his voice. An eyebrow lifted. “You’ve never been with a man?”
“No. I have,” I shot back quickly, watching his expression tighten, eyes narrowing. “Just… not like that.”
“And how, exactly, have you been with a man?”
He crawled onto the bed, looming over me.
“Just sleeping. Nothing more.” I swallowed hard.
His stare burned through me, dragging heat to my nipples beneath the thin nightgown.
Dominic shed his jacket, loosened his tie, and rolled his sleeves.
I watched, breath caught in my throat, heart pounding.
There was something primal about the way he moved—like a predator getting ready to feed.
Every gesture of his was smooth, controlled, and devastatingly confident.
In the blink of an eye, his body was over mine again, pressing me down into the mattress. He settled between my thighs without hesitation, but held back just enough to drive me insane. The air between us turned electric. His dark eyes bore into mine—obsidian and endless.
“What do you want, Athena?” His voice was a growl, gaze locked on my lips.
“I want you to touch me.” The whisper scraped past my lips.
His hand moved, sliding down to cup one of my breasts through the fabric of my nightgown, his grip firm and possessive. I gasped, a soft moan slipping out as his thumb brushed over my aching nipple.
“Like this?” he rasped, kneading gently, then rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers.
“More,” I begged, nails clawing the sheets.
Dominic was cruel. My enemy in every way that mattered.
But right now, his hands were gentle. He slowly slid the straps of my nightgown off my shoulders, baring me inch by inch, as if I were a masterpiece he was revealing to the world for the first time.
His fingers skimmed down my skin with maddening care, his touch so soft it hurt.
He paused, eyes locking with mine, silently asking for permission. I nodded. There was no turning back.
“You have the softest skin I’ve ever felt,” he murmured, eyes locked on my chest. “The most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen. Will you let me put my mouth on them?”
His lips brushed down my throat, kissing a slow path over my collarbone. One hand still caressed my breast, the other slipping around my waist.
“Would you like that, Athena? My mouth on your perfect tits?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”
I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. I was desperate.
The moment I gave him permission, he didn’t hesitate.
His mouth closed over my nipple, tongue swirling in lazy, torturous circles.
My back arched instinctively, pushing more of myself into his mouth.
A groan vibrated against my skin as his hand massaged my other breast, thumb teasing my other peak.
My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly, pulling him closer.
He feasted on me—biting, sucking, licking until I was gasping his name into the dark.
He switched sides, dragging his tongue slowly across my chest, leaving a trail of heat in his wake, and when his teeth sank into the swell of my breast, just hard enough to hurt, I cried out, the sting shooting straight between my legs.
Dominic made pain feel like pleasure, and I was helpless to stop him.
There was nothing gentle about the way Dominic touched me.
He left his mark on me with the scrape of his teeth and the heat of his tongue.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he pulled back to admire the red imprint, then licked over it slowly as if he were sealing a signature.
His eyes never left mine. That dark, intense stare was pure wildfire.
My fingers tangled in his thick hair, tugging again and again.
I couldn’t stop. It felt too good—the silkiness of it against my skin, the way he moaned when I pulled.
When he gripped the edge of my nightgown and began to drag it down my body, I lifted my hips to help him, breath hitching as cool air met bare skin.
I was naked and shivering. And I hated how much I wanted him to look.
No panties. No barrier. Just me—flushed and vulnerable in the dark.
A string of breathless curses escaped his lips. Even in the shadows, I saw the fire ignite in his eyes. That look alone made my thighs fall open.
“Do you even realize how fucking perfect you are on this bed, naked and spread out for me?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. His head dipped, lips dragging down the center of my chest. Kisses turned to bites, then licks, his tongue swirling across my stomach like he was tasting a forbidden fruit. Every touch had me gasping.
I didn’t know whether to push him lower or push him away, but either would’ve meant I had control, and I didn’t. I had nothing. He had it all.
No one had ever looked at me like this. Like I was something sacred.
No one had ever touched me like this. His mouth reached the spot just above my center, and he left a few sloppy, teasing kisses there—close, but not close enough.
My legs shifted wider in unison, instinct overriding modesty.
My heart beat so hard it hurt. Then his gaze dipped lower.
“Christ…” he groaned. “You have such a pretty cunt, Athena. So fucking perfect.”
His fingers trailed through my wetness, gathering my arousal like it was something precious. I whimpered at the contact, so familiar and yet unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“I should confess something,” he said roughly, his thumb pressing gently against my clit. “You shared your secret with me, it’s only fair. Not that it was much of a secret, dollface. It’s written all over you.”
I nodded, barely breathing.
“I’ve never done this,” he admitted. “Never felt the urge to have my head between a woman’s thighs.” His thumb circled me again, slower this time, more deliberate. I moaned, hips arching. “But if you let me, I want to do it with you.’’
The words slammed into me, their weight heavier than anything I expected. Paired with his thumb pressing into my clit—I was gone.
“Yes,” I gasped. His eyes flared—dark, primal, and then his head dipped between my legs like that’s where he belonged.
The first swipe of his tongue made my entire body jolt.
I moaned softly as he dragged it through my slit, tasting me like I was a forbidden delicacy.
His tongue was sin and salvation—dirty and electric.
He lifted my legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me open as his mouth devoured me.
He parted my folds with his tongue, then latched onto my clit, sucking with a deep moan that rattled through my spine.
Never in my life or in my dreams had anything felt like this. His tongue danced against me, hot and wet and perfect, while his eyes stayed locked on mine. He pushed the tip of his tongue inside me, and I cried out, hips rocking uncontrollably.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered, yanking his hair, pressing him harder against me. He groaned against my core, the vibration making me see stars.
“You’re intoxicating, Athena,” he said, breath hot against my clit. “Just as I imagined. Maybe even more.”
I was unraveling. Already too close. Then he slid a finger inside me. I gasped—a sharp mix of pleasure and pain stretched. My body pulsed around the intrusion, already clenching down.
“Your greedy little cunt’s sucking me in,” he growled, eyes glued to the place where we connected, lips wet with me. “You like that, dollface?”
“So good,” I moaned, rocking against him. He sucked on my clit again while curling his finger inside me, slow and controlled, dragging pleasure out of me with ruthless precision.
“Greedy, greedy fucking girl,” he murmured, laughing low. “Come on, fuck my mouth, dollface.”
And I didn’t care how wrong it was, didn’t care how dangerous this man was, didn’t care that I should’ve run a long time ago. His tongue lashed against my clit as his finger pumped deeper. He gave me everything—his mouth, his finger, his heat, and I rode his face like I was meant to.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” he whispered darkly. “Let me watch you fall apart.”
With one final flick of his tongue and a precise curl of his finger, I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, shaking me down to my bones. I bucked against him, lost in the pleasure, moaning out loud.
He didn’t stop. He held me down and took everything I had. Every last tremble, every aftershock. Then slowly, he withdrew, kissing my thigh gently, then biting it again, just enough to leave another mark. I was wrecked. Boneless.
He eased my legs off his shoulders, lowering them with care, but he didn’t move far. He raised his head, met my eyes, and licked his finger. The one he’d just had inside me. I gasped, lips parting. He hovered over me, lips inches from mine, and I could taste myself on the air between us.
“Want another confession?” His voice was ragged. “I’ve only ever kissed one woman in my life. Once. Regretted it immediately. Told myself I wasn’t built for it.” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “But right now? I’m dying to taste this toxic little mouth of yours.”
The air cracked between us, аnd I didn’t care if it was all a lie. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him down, and crashed my lips into his.
The kiss was molten. Desperate and long overdue. Our mouths collided like lightning and thunder—messy, wild, perfect. He groaned into me, thrusting his tongue past my lips, and I let him. Let him take that from me, too.
Dominic stayed until the sun rose, kissing me again and again, stealing every breath until I had nothing left to give.
And still… I wanted more.