Chapter 23 DOMINIC #2
Dominic caught my wrist gently, but firmly.
With one smooth motion, he helped pull his boxers down just enough to free his cock, never breaking the kiss.
My breath hitched when his warm, throbbing length pressed against my palm.
But then he stopped me—his hand pushing mine away, firm and unwavering.
“No,” he rasped. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
His refusal slammed into me like a whip crack.
I wanted to ask why, but beneath the sting, a sliver of clarity cut through.
Maybe I wasn’t ready to give myself to him—right here, on this filthy desk.
Still, the ache of rejection lingered, bitter and sharp.
His hands roamed me slowly, reverently, tracing every curve as if memorizing me.
His lips left a trail of kisses down my jaw, my cheeks, then back to mine.
“I won’t fuck you, but I can try something else—if you let me.”
I nodded before I could think, refusing to let this end. Dominic searched my face, hunting for hesitation. When he found none, his hand slid back down, wrapping around his cock. The metal piercing glinted in the low light.
“Open your legs wider for me, Athena,” he ordered. “Show me that sweet little cunt.”
I spread my legs without hesitation, lifting my nightgown higher, baring myself completely. His eyes darkened with approval as he clenched his jaw.
“Lean on your elbows.”
I obeyed, breath catching as he pulled me closer, my ass hanging off the edge of the desk. His cock pressed against my wet entrance, and my body froze, heart pounding so loud I thought he’d hear it. Dominic groaned low and guttural, jaw clenched tight, eyes locked on me.
“Fuck,” he cursed, veins bulging as he gripped himself hard, fighting something fierce. “You’re so fucking wet, Athena. I could slide inside you with nothing but this.”
He traced slow, torturous circles with the head of his cock against my entrance, the piercing brushing teasingly against my sensitive skin. My mouth went dry, my mind drowning in the forbidden, dirty thrill of being spread open for him like this.
“I’m sure you’ll be tight and warm,” he breathed, pressing harder, “your pussy ready to devour me.” His free hand squeezed my breasts, pushing my nightgown down, making me moan.
“You have a lot of faith in a cruel man like me, dollface,” he said, eyes dark and unrelenting.
“I could take your virginity right here on this filthy desk, make you scream my name, and feel nothing but satisfaction for breaking you.”
“Maybe,” I whispered, “but you won’t.”
He cursed under his breath, wetting the tip of his cock with my slick, then dragging it slowly over my clit. Each stroke sent sparks of fire straight to my core, and my hips instinctively lifted to meet him.
“Oh God,” I cried out, head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed over me. His groans joined mine, deep and raw, filling the room with a dark hymn.
“God isn’t here, dollface,” he growled, fingers digging into my skin. “There’s only me. Cry out my name as I fuck you with my hands, my mouth… my cock.”
And I did. I cried his name like it was salvation, my body trembling on the edge as his piercing teased me over and over. When I finally shattered, my hips rocked against him.
“Dominic…”
“That’s my girl. I love how your face loses all its color when you come,” Dominic murmured darkly, his voice grazing my skin like silk over fire. “The most beautiful fucking sight that could exist.”
He moved with a predator’s grace, smooth and relentless, but I was already spent, my chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.
My body trembled beneath him, every muscle strung tight with sensitivity, yet aching for more.
His palm came down sharply on my breast—once, twice—sending a delicious sting across my skin.
Again and again, until both breasts were blushing red under his touch, and all I could do was moan through gritted teeth, loving every cruel second of it.
Then he pulled back, chest heaving, hand sliding over his cock with urgency—fist moving fast, precise, unrelenting.
“Tell me where you want me to come, Athena,” he growled, voice low and animalistic. “And be quick with your decision.”
I didn’t hesitate. My hand reached out instinctively, guiding him to the space above my pussy, just below my belly—the soft skin that ached to feel him there.
A guttural sound ripped from his throat, and his grip on his cock grew tighter, more desperate.
His hips flexed, his body strained. His free hand found my chin, tilting it down with firm fingers.
“Watch me paint your pussy, dollface,” he ordered, voice ragged and trembling on the edge. “I want you to fucking watch.”
And I did. I stared, helpless and spellbound, as he let go.
A deep, feral groan tore from his chest as his cock jerked in his fist and thick, hot streams of cum splashed across my skin.
I gasped at the heat, the mess, the sheer rawness of it—staring at his release as it coated me in slow, dripping lines.
His entire body trembled. Muscles clenched, head tipped back, lips parted as he let out the kind of moan that could haunt a girl’s dreams for years.
His dark hair clung to his forehead in damp strands, eyes shut in release, and all I could think was God, he’s beautiful when he’s broken.
We both stayed like that, silent, catching our breath, staring down at the evidence of his desire covering my skin.
I slid my hand slowly down my belly, never looking away from his eyes.
His brows furrowed, confused—until he saw what I was doing.
I dipped one finger through his release and brought it to my lips and licked it clean with an exaggerated sweep of my tongue. I smiled, slow and wicked.
“Delicious,” I purred, pulling him closer. “It’s my new favorite taste.”
“You’re fucking troublemaker, ” he muttered, before crashing his mouth onto mine. I let him. Arms wrapped around his neck, I let him kiss me until he stole my breath.
He lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the bed.
Our mouths never parted, his hands never stopped exploring.
When I pulled back for air, I didn’t let him go.
My fingers traced the line of his jaw as I nestled into him.
The warmth of his skin. The way he held me, like he wasn’t ready to let go either.
“Tell me about your scar,” I whispered against the quiet. “How did you get it?”
His body tensed. Just like that, the warmth in his eyes vanished.
“If you don’t want to tell me, I understand,” I added quickly, guilt hitting me for even asking. “It’s just so…”
“Ugly,” he cut in, voice even and emotionless.
“No. I wasn’t going to say that.” I pulled back, eyes searching his.
“But you thought it.”
“Absolutely not.” I shook my head. ‘‘It’s… unique.”
He looked at me then—really looked—as if trying to decide whether or not to believe me.
“It’s a definition I’ve never heard before,” he murmured dryly. His smile flickered, brief and broken. It faded too fast, but when I stopped touching his face, he nudged my hand back with his own as if needing it. He was quiet for a long moment.
“I got it from my father. As punishment for disobedience.” he finally said.
My heart shattered.
“Your father did this to you?” He nodded. Calm. Cold. I reached out and gently traced the scar on his eye with my fingers, wishing I could take the pain out of it, strip it away.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. It doesn’t haunt me anymore.”
I wanted to ask more. About his hate for my family, his revenge, but this wasn’t the moment. Tonight… I didn’t want to fight fate.
“Can you stay with me?” I whispered.
“Athena—” He sighed.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I interrupted, even though it meant everything for me. He stared down at me, and I regretted the question the second it left my lips.
“Forget I asked,” I whispered, forcing a smile. “It was stupid.”
Silence stretched. My heart thudded in my chest.
“I’ll stay.”
I almost didn’t believe I’d heard it, but when he pulled me into his chest and my head found its place over his heart, I knew I had. He was here. In my bed. I let myself melt into him, lulled by the rhythm of his breathing, the steady beat of his heart against my cheek.
“I have a confession,” he muttered after a while.
“Hm?” I traced circles over the fabric of his shirt.
“I’ve never done this before either.”
“What, cuddle?” I teased gently.
“Yes,” he answered seriously. “And I’ve never stayed in the same bed with a woman for more than an hour.”
“I’m honored to be your first.” I smiled, leaning in to inhale his scent.
“So am I.”
His hand brushed over my shoulder, and just like that, I fell asleep—wrapped in the arms of the most dangerous man I’d ever known, and it was the most peaceful sleep I’d had in years.