Chapter 37
DOMINIC
“Last chance,” I whispered finally. “Walk away, Athena, while you still can.”
“No.”
One word. So small, but it hit me like a match to gasoline. She doesn’t mean it, she’s just trying to save her family, but still, those words lit a fire I couldn’t control.
I slide off the tie, choking my neck, loosening the final restraint. Her skirt swayed as she shifted, each movement daring me deeper into madness.
“Lie down,” I ordered softly. “Wig off. Turn toward the other side of the bed.” I circled her, placing myself exactly where I wanted her. Where she was safest from them. “I’m not letting those fuckers see an inch of your body.”
Her lips parted like she wanted to protest, but nothing came.
She obeyed, crawling across the blood-red sheets like the little rebel she is.
The moment her back faced the glass, my lungs loosened.
She was mine to claim, and no one behind that window would see what belonged to me.
Her fingers found the edge of the wig and peeled it off.
That cheap synthetic mess fell to the sheets, revealing the wild crown of her red curls.
Untamed. Just like her.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She leaned back on her hands, breath shaky, but her gaze never wavered. Slowly, she opened her thighs, a flash of red lace catching the low light. I stepped in, the mattress pressing against my thighs. My world narrowed to nothing but her.
How far will you go for me, dollface?” My fingers brushed the smooth skin of her knees, trailing upward, stopping just shy of her center. “Would you let me take you right here, in front of every sick bastard behind that glass just to prove you’re mine?”
“Yes.”
Her answer was sin itself.
No hesitation or shame. Just fire in her eyes, burning to match mine.
“Pull your panties to the side,” I rasped. “Show me what’s mine.”
Her trembling hand slid the lace aside, revealing soft, glistening pink. My cock jerked, straining against my zipper. I crouched at the edge of the bed, inhaling the sharp, addictive scent of her arousal. My control was a thread about to snap.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded, gripping her thighs and holding her open. “Play with that pretty little pussy. Show me how you like it.”
Her hand moved instinctively, fingers parting her folds, her thumb circling her clit with hesitant pressure. Her eyes locked on mine, cheeks flushed, lips parted in breathy surrender. Every second of it was a goddamn masterpiece.
She let out a soft gasp as her fingers moved faster, her hips starting to roll. Her moans were a melody I wanted to hear on repeat.
“You’re soaked for me, baby,” I growled. “You want me to fix that? Want my mouth on you?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
She tilted her head back, lost in the pleasure, but I wasn’t having it. My hand wrapped gently, but possessively, around her throat, claiming it like it was made for me. Her eyes shot back open, wide and shining.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I ordered. “If you give them a glimpse of your face when you come, I’ll slaughter every one of those fuckers and fuck you in their blood. You want that, dollface?”
Her pupils dilated, and she shook her head quickly. I dragged her to the edge, her slick heat pulsing right in front of me.
“What do you want, Athena?” I said softly. “Be a big girl. Use your words.”
She hesitated, just for a second, then swallowed.
“I want your mouth on me.”
God. Damn.
My grip tightened on her thighs, and I pressed a kiss to the soft skin just inside one of them, then the other. She was already trembling.
“Do you think about me when you’re alone in that big empty house?” My voice was rough, vibrating against her skin. “My tongue fucking you while your family sleeps down the hall?”
She sucked in a shaky breath, eyes locked on mine like she couldn’t look away.
“Every night,” she whispered.
Two words. That’s all it took to send a sharp jolt straight to my cock. It throbbed against the inside of my pants, desperate, ready to break free and claim what was already mine.
Every. Fucking. Night.
The image of her in her bedroom, hand between her legs, whispering my name under her breath while her family slept down the hall—fuck. Her confession hit harder than any bullet ever could.
“I think about your taste more than I should, but I’m done thinking.”
I grabbed her by the hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed, burying my face in her soaked heat without warning.
Her cry was instant, and it only made me hungrier.
Her taste hit my tongue like a shot of whiskey—hot, addictive, dizzying.
My tongue slid between her folds, savoring every drop, every sweet tremble of her thighs.
I groaned against her clit, and the vibration made her jolt, her fingers fisting the sheets.
“You taste like a dream,” I muttered against her, sliding a finger inside her. Her walls clamped down instantly, tight and desperate.
“You’re so tight, baby,” I murmured, fucking her slowly with one finger, then faster, deeper, my tongue teasing her swollen clit. “You miss this? Miss being filled by me?”
She whimpered, nodding, and I gave her another finger. She cried out, her hips rocking with every thrust. The sounds coming from her drove me to the edge. My cock throbbed behind my zipper, angry and aching, but I wasn’t done.
“Can you take another finger, dollface?” I asked between licks. “Would that feel good?”
“Yes, please,” she gasped.
“Of course, you can,” I growled. “Your greedy pussy loves being stuffed.”
I slid in a third finger, groaning at the way her slick heat sucked me in, clutching around my knuckles like she never wanted me to leave.
My mouth returned to her clit, sucking harder now, teasing, tasting, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke.
She was soaked, dripping down my wrist, her thighs shaking.
“You love that, don’t you?” I murmured. “You love it when I fuck you with my fingers.”
“Yes!” she cried, nails burying in my hair, hips lifting off the bed.
The wet, obscene sound of my fingers thrusting into her echoed in the room, mixed with her panting and desperate little moans, and the soft slaps of her thighs against my shoulders. My mouth worked her over like she was the last thing I’d ever taste.
Then she shattered. Her orgasm tore through her with a raw, guttural cry. Her thighs clamped around my head, her juices flooding my mouth, soaking my chin as she rode every wave of release. She rocked against my face, hips bucking, moaning my name.
And then it happened. She squirted. It exploded over me, warm and wild, covering my mouth, my jaw, my hands. My stare locked on hers—both of us stunned, her body still trembling from the intensity. I pulled back, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.
She stared at me in shock, cheeks flushed, hair clinging to her damp temples. Her lips parted around a stunned breath.
“What… what just happened?”
“You just squirted,” I said, grabbing her by the waist and dragging her closer again. “And I can’t wait to make you do it again. This time on my cock.”
I tore her ruined panties off and pocketed them. Then I unbuckled my belt, the clink of metal sharp in the charged silence.
“Keep your legs open for me.’’
She was watching me, those wide, doe eyes fixed on the hard bulge in my pants. Watching the consequences of her existence. Of what she does to me without even trying.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Athena. Bare. No barriers between us. Do you want that?”
“I want you, Dominic,” she whispered, her voice steady. “You said you wanted to show everyone I’m yours… So show them.”
Fuck.
My heart was racing like it was my first time, even though we were far past that. I’ve fucked women in public before. I’ve taken them in alleyways, on balconies, in clubs just like this one. Hell, I’ve shared them. Passed them around like party favors.
But not her. Never her. With Athena, there’s no sharing. I’d rather kill than let another man have her the way I do. She’s the only one who’s ever made me feel anything beyond the numb.
In one motion, I was on top of her, pushing my pants just low enough to free my cock, and with one thrust, I was inside her—raw, skin to skin.
Her mouth parted in a broken gasp, her back arching, body stretching around every inch of me.
Tight. Warm. Fucking perfect. She squeezed me like she never wanted me to leave.
My mouth crashed onto hers, swallowing her sounds while I thrust deep, slow, deliberate strokes that lit every nerve in my body on fire.
Electricity rippled through me with every slide of her slick heat around my cock.
I’d never fucked without a condom, not once.
The idea had always disgusted me—too personal, too vulnerable.
Too real. But Athena made me crave that real, and now that I’ve had her like this, skin to skin, I’ll never put a barrier between us again.
“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath. “I knew you’d be perfect. Of course you would be. You’re made for me.”
“I’m so full,” she whimpered, arms tightening around my neck, pulling me closer.
“Does it feel good, baby?” I whispered against her lips. “Does my cock fuck you good?’’
“Yes… faster… please.”
My hands gripped her hips, using them like handles as I pounded harder into her, driving her into the mattress.
I glanced down, watching her pussy stretch around me, my piercing disappearing into her slick heat, reappearing with each relentless thrust. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, joined by her soft moans and my low groans.
“You like that, don’t you?” I said, voice low and ragged. “You like me fucking you in front of everyone like my personal little fuck toy.”
She moaned, loud and high, then nodded, pulling me in for another kiss that wrecked us both. She thrashed beneath me, hips rising to meet every brutal thrust. Her nails dragged down my back.
“I’m going to come inside you,” I growled against her neck. “I’m going to fill you with every drop, and you’re going to take it.”
“Come inside me,” she begged. “Please.”
“My dirty girl,” I snarled, gripping her throat with one hand, the other on her hip, burying myself as deep as I could go. “You going to come for me again, baby? Going to milk my cock like you did my mouth?”
“Y-Yes,” she cried. “Dominic—please—I’m so close—”
Her body seized. She shattered again, her walls pulsing around me. Her release drenched us both, soaking the sheets, her moans wrecked and beautiful, and I was gone. With one final thrust, I came hard and deep, my hips grinding into hers as I pumped her full, claiming her from the inside out.
I kissed her. This one is slow and sweet. As I caught my breath, I pulled away, tucked myself back in, looking down at the mess I’d made of her. My cum was dripping out of her pussy, sliding down her thighs, glistening in the red light.
Fucking Art.
“You look so good filled with my cum, baby.”
Her eyes fluttered open, soft, a little dazed. I took her hand and guided it between her thighs, letting her fingers scoop up the thick mix of us.
“Taste us,” I said, voice hoarse. “Taste how fucking delicious we are together.”
And she did, slowly sucking her fingers clean, never breaking eye contact. Mine.
“Use your manners, baby,” I whispered, tugging her skirt down, covering the masterpiece I made between her legs. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you.” She bit her lip, flushed and breathless, her voice barely audible. I leaned down and kissed her again. When I pulled back, a wicked grin spread on my face.
No, I was the one who should be thanking her.
Then my eyes lifted, straight to the dark glass on the wall. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were still there. I could feel him staring.
Mason Rivera.
And that just made it better.