Chapter Three
Dominic:
I shouldn’t be here. Not like this.
Sitting in my car, parked a careful distance from the modest apartment building, I watch as Evie steps out of her car and walks towards the entrance.
I have no right to be here, no logical reason to be sitting in the shadows, my fingers clenched around the steering wheel like I’m holding myself back from something dangerous.
But logic has nothing to do with this anymore.
She’s mine. And mine alone.
From the moment I laid eyes on her, my world shifted.
I’ve built my empire on control, on ruthless precision, on taking exactly what I want when I want it.
But this... this thing inside me, the overwhelming need to claim her, to watch over her, to own every inch of her body and mind - it’s unlike anything I’ve ever known.
It’s obsession. And I don’t care.
Hours earlier, I told myself I’d be satisfied just keeping an eye on her at the site.
That I could restrain myself, act professionally, let things unfold naturally.
But then I watched her talk and laugh with the other men.
I watched her smile at them. And that tight, possessive coil in my chest wound itself even tighter.
None of them deserve her attention. None of them understand what she needs.
What I need.
That’s when I knew it would be harder than I’d originally thought to ever let her out of my sight.
So I followed her after work. Not closely. Not obviously. Just enough to ensure she was safe. Just enough to make sure no one else would dare approach her.
Now, as I watch her fumble for her keys and push open the door, I feel a sharp sense of satisfaction settle inside me. She’s home. Safe. Untouched. Just as she should be.
She pauses in the doorway, hesitating. For a split second, I wonder if she knows. If some primal instinct is warning her that she’s being watched. That I’m here.
Then she steps inside, and the door clicks shut behind her.
I exhale, dragging a hand over my jaw. Just watching her isn’t enough. I need more. I need her to crave me the way I crave her. I need her to understand that she belongs to me, even if this is happening at an insane speed.
Tomorrow, I’ll make my move. Carefully. Deliberately. I won’t give her a reason to run, but I will make sure she knows exactly who she belongs to.
With my mind made up, I can focus on other matters. Matters that make me grateful my car has tilted windows so that nobody in the nearby apartments will be able to see what I’m doing.
I reach down and pop the button on my pants open, tugging the front down enough that my hard dick springs free from my clothing. A hiss escapes through my teeth as I wrap a hand around my shaft, squeezing roughly.
Images of Evie fill my mind, each one making my blood burn hotter. Her on her knees. On her back. Bending over the desk in my office. I imagine how she would taste, the sounds she would make, the way her soft body would feel beneath my rough hands.
I picture her eyes, wide and filled with desire as she takes my cock down her throat, and I groan. I won’t let anyone else touch her. Ever. The thought of anyone else laying a finger on her perfect skin makes rage pulse through me.
She’s mine. And she always will be.
I can still smell the faint scent of her perfume, sweet and intoxicating. It only heightens the feeling of lust pulsing through my veins.
With another groan, I start stroking myself faster, imagining her stomach growing big and round with my child.
Fuck, that’s the only way to put an end to this madness.
When I’ve planted my seed in her womb, when she’s carrying my baby, everyone will know who she belongs to.
Everyone will understand that she’s not for them.
That she’s for me. Only for me.
With that thought in mind, I pump myself faster, letting my head fall back against the seat as I imagine burying my cock in her tight little pussy. Claiming her. Taking her. Filling her with my seed and making her mine.
The idea alone is enough to push me over the edge.
With a growl, I come hard, spilling all over my fist and the steering wheel. My eyes squeeze shut, my breath coming in sharp, heavy bursts as pleasure crashes through me.
For several long seconds, all I can do is try to remember how to breathe.
Slowly, the world comes back into focus, and the haze of lust clears from my mind. With a sigh, I lean back in the seat and drag a hand over my face.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow, everything will change.
Evie will be mine.