Chapter 29
Ajori
Isank back against the pile of plush pillows, my focus fixed absently on the ceiling, but my thoughts refused to settle. They spiraled back to Domino and that intense glimmer in his eyes when he looked at me like he could devour me whole and still leave me wanting more.
Restless, I shifted under the covers, rolling onto my side, then my back, and finally my other side, in a futile attempt to find comfort.
Nothing helped.
“Yeah… I need to vent,” I muttered to myself.
With a sigh, I pushed the covers aside, slid out of bed, and made my way across the hall to Lainey’s room.
But just as I approached her door, I halted my steps, because what I heard was definitely not the sound of someone sleeping.
A series of soft, breathy sounds drifted through the crack, followed by a low murmur that made my brows lift.
"Lainey?” I whispered, already suspecting I knew what was happening on the other side.
I slowly leaned in, pressing my ear lightly against the door, curiosity getting the best of me.
“You talk too much,” Marcos’ voice came through, low and amused.
“Then stop giving me something to talk about,” Lainey shot back, breathless and full of energy.
I quickly pulled back, a smirk forming on my lips.
“Oh,” I whispered to myself, unable to suppress my amusement. “That’s what we’re doing tonight?”
I shook my head, stepping back from the door and feeling a twinge of envy bubble up inside me.
Lowkey… I was jealous.
My friend was in there having the time of her life, and then there was me in my room, tangled up in thoughts of a man who could make me feel so much and yet seemed to drift away without a second thought.
Since I was up, I headed to the bathroom, splashing a little water on my face, trying to cool down thoughts I didn’t need to be entertaining.
The coolness should have helped, but as I returned to my room, the temptation to crawl back beneath the covers was immediately interrupted by another sound.
It was another moan... but that one wasn’t coming from Lainey’s room; it drifted in from outside.
Furrowing my brows in confusion and intrigue, I tiptoed to the window, cracking it open to catch a glimpse of the commotion outside.
The sight that met my eyes nearly stole my breath away.
It was Domino, standing there shirtless, with his pants down to his ankles and hands gripped tight on a girl's waist as he drove into her from behind.
“Muthafucka,” I cursed, a mix of disbelief and irritation flooding my veins.
The girl leaned forward against a patio chair, absorbed in the moment, her voice carrying into the night, oblivious to any passersby who might overhear… or maybe she just didn't care who heard. But that wasn’t what had me stuck… it was him.
Domino lifted his head slightly, and his eyes landed right on my window—right on me—as though he knew I’d be watched and like he wanted me to. And the sick part? He smirked. And it wasn’t a soft one either. Nah… it was, a dark, taunting, petty smirk.
The girl beneath him was moaning like she was getting the best dick of her life, but the way Domino moved and carried himself suggested he wasn’t lost in the pleasure of the moment; he was only there for one reason—to get under my skin.
And he was succeeding in making his point.
“This isn’t about her; this is about me,” I murmured.
As much as I wanted to feel anger, a part of me couldn’t deny how good he looked.
Domino was holding back, and still, he was giving that girl a full-body spiritual awakening. As her moans climbed, his pace slowed. Then he abruptly pulled out as if to put the nail in the coffin.
I saw it… all of it.
“Oh my God,” I exclaimed, heat spreading through my chest.
Domino’s dick was big, heavy, still hard, and glowing in the moonlight, every inch of it threatening.
I slammed the window shut, backpedaled straight to the bed, and dove under the covers, hoping they could shield me from the vivid memories. But what I had seen lingered in the corners of my mind, refusing to be erased.
I laid there, staring into the darkness, fighting thoughts I didn’t want to entertain and feelings I didn’t want to name. Eventually, my body gave in before my mind did. And somewhere between frustration and exhaustion, I fell asleep.