Chapter Four
Evie:
I pull into the parking lot, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.
My thoughts are a tangled mess, my body still humming with unease from last night.
That feeling - like someone was watching me - hasn’t quite left me.
I barely slept, tossing and turning, trying to shake off the lingering sensation.
What little sleep I did manage to get had been dominated by dreams of Dominic. They were the kind of dreams that made it necessary to give myself some relief in the shower this morning - twice - and yet it still hadn’t felt like enough.
As I shift into park, a sleek black car pulls up beside me. My stomach tightens. I know that car. It’s the same one Dominic had used to drive me to the restaurant for lunch yesterday.
My pulse picks up when his window rolls down to reveal the man himself, and I follow his lead, pressing the button to lower the window on the passenger’s side of my car.
“Mr. Vance?” My voice, surprisingly, comes out sounding a lot steadier than I feel.
His lips twitch, but don’t quite pull up into a full smile. “Evie. Come sit with me for a moment. I need to talk to you.”
Before I can even respond, his window is rolling back up again, making it impossible to see him through the dark tinted glass. Letting out a sigh, I tell myself to make an excuse. To say no. But I don’t.
Instead, I find myself unbuckling my seatbelt and stepping out of my car. The morning air is crisp, but my skin is already warm as I slide into the leather seat of Dominic’s car. The scent of him surrounds me instantly - dark, masculine, intoxicating.
The door shuts with a soft click, and suddenly, it’s just us.
“I couldn’t sleep last night,” he says, his voice low, rough. “I kept thinking about you. About how much I need you.”
My breath catches. “Dominic...”
“Don’t deny it," he interrupts, his fingers brushing against mine where they rest on my lap. “You feel it too. This pull between us.”
Once again, it’s a statement, not a question.
I swallow hard. Because he’s right. I do feel it. The electric current humming between us, the way his presence makes my heart pound and my stomach flip. It’s overwhelming. And terrifying.
I’ve always promised myself that I would never be reliant on a man.
Not after seeing the way mom had struggled to raise me on her own.
As far as I was concerned, I would be better off without a man in my life, because they never hang around.
And after twenty-one years of keeping every man I’ve ever met at arm’s length, Dominic is somehow managing to break down every barrier I’ve ever constructed. Without even breaking a sweat.
“This is all happening too fast,” I whisper, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. But there is none. Dominic Vance is a man who knows exactly what he wants. And right now, what he wants is me.
His fingers grip my chin, tilting my head up and forcing me to meet his gaze. “I don’t do slow, Evie. And I don’t let go of what’s mine.”
I should be running from words like that. But instead, I feel myself leaning in.
Dominic makes a low sound of approval before his lips crash against mine. The moment they touch, something inside me snaps. I should be resisting, but I can’t. He consumes me, his mouth demanding, his hands tangling in my hair like he can’t get close enough.
When we finally pull apart, I’m breathless, my head spinning.
“I’m going to put my baby inside you,” Dominic murmurs against my lips, his voice like gravel. “You’re going to be mine in every way.”
My entire body flushes at his words. I should be horrified. I should push him away. But instead, a deep, forbidden thrill rushes through me.
“You don’t even know if I want that,” I manage to say, my voice weaker than I intend it to be.
He smirks, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. “You do. You just don’t realize it yet.”
I exhale shakily, willing myself to put up some kind of fight against this. It’s moving too fast. We’ve known each other for less than twenty-four hours. But the truth is, I don’t want to fight. The battle is already lost.
Without saying another word, Dominic pushes his seat back before reaching for me, pulling me across the center console with very little effort to settle me in his lap. My legs are straddling his powerful, muscular thighs, and I can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against my core.
Even through our layers of clothing, I can feel him pulsing, throbbing, aching to claim me.
I have to fight the desire to rub myself against him in a wanton display of my own need, and the ache between my thighs intensifies as he cups the back of my head, bringing me to him for another fierce kiss.
His fingers trail up my thighs, reaching under my dress to grip my ass as his tongue parts my lips, demanding entrance.
“Evie.” My name is a rough whisper on his lips. “Fuck, you taste good.”
I moan into his mouth, arching my back, pressing myself closer to him. His cock is straining against his slacks, and my body is screaming out for more. More friction, more contact, more of everything.
Dominic’s large hands slide over the curve of my ass, gripping my cheeks firmly. Then, without warning, he gives one firm slap.
“Mine.”
I gasp, both from the sting of his palm and the possessiveness of his tone. It’s almost animalistic, primal. And even though I shouldn’t, I love how it makes me feel when he says it.
A deep rumbling growl escapes his throat. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper.
His dark eyes flash with something fierce and predatory. “That’s right. Now tell me how many men have been lucky enough to fuck you, Evie. Tell me how many men I have to kill for taking what’s mine before I could ever find you.”
My chest clenches. I’m not an idiot. I know what kind of man Dominic is. The power he has. But the words are still startling.
“N-none,” I stammer. “No one, Dominic.”
He stares into my eyes, searching for any hint that I might be lying. But he must be satisfied with what he sees, because he lets out a low growl of approval.
“Good girl. And from now on, there will be nobody but me. I’ll be your first. Your only. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“That’s right. Mine. All fucking mine.”
The words send a shudder through my body. I should be scared. Hell, I should be running. But I can’t. Because even though this is happening too fast, even though my head is spinning, I don’t want to stop.
With a groan, Dominic leans forward, claiming my mouth in another bruising kiss.
“That’s right,” he growls against my lips. “You’re fucking mine, Evie. And I’m not letting go. Not now. Not ever.”
My breath hitches as he trails a hand up my spine, pulling me closer, deeper into his lap. I can feel his cock pulsing through the layers of fabric, and my body aches with the need to have him inside me.
“But how, doll?” he asks, his voice ragged. “How have you managed to avoid all the men who must have been desperate for your attention ever since you became an adult?”
His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so he can brush his lips against my neck. The gentle touch sends a shiver down my spine, and soft whimpers fall involuntarily from my lips.
“Because I decided no man was worth the heartbreak that my dad put my mom through,” I answer softly, my voice little more than a whisper. “He just left her for no reason when I was a baby. He left her to raise me alone and wanted nothing to do with me.”
Dominic lets out a soft groan and pulls back just enough to look into my eyes again.
“I promise you, I will never be like him. I will love you more than you ever thought possible. I will take care of you and the many children I plan to put inside you, doll. I’ll make sure you never doubt that I am crazy about you.”
My heart squeezes in my chest.
I haven’t got a clue what to say to him in return, but when he leans forward once more to bite and suck at my neck, the only sound that falls from my lips is a loud moan.
One of his hands remains tangled in my hair, holding my head back to keep my throat exposed, while his other hand slides up my skirt, his fingertips brushing against the gusset of my panties.
“Mmm... you’re already soaked for me, doll. You really are perfect,” he growls into my ear.
I whimper, my body trembling as he traces the edge of the fabric.
“Before we go into work, I want to see you come undone for me, Evie. I want to hear you moaning my name as I play with this pretty little pussy that belongs to me now.”
His words make a rush of heat flood between my thighs. With a groan, he pushes my panties to the side, exposing my sensitive flesh to his touch.
I gasp when he starts to tease my clit with his thumb, the contact making sparks of pleasure explode inside me.
“Oh god, Dominic...”
“That’s right,” he rasps. “Come for me, Evie. Give me what’s mine.”
My hips start to move instinctively, grinding against his hand as his expert fingers bring me closer and closer to the edge. It feels incredible.
“Dominic, please,” I beg. “Please, I need-“
“I know what you need,” he growls. “And I’m going to give it to you.”
With that, he slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them against my most sensitive spot.
I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he starts to pump the digits in and out, filling me completely. At the same time, his thumb continues to circle my clit.
“You’re so tight, Evie. You feel like a fucking vice around my fingers.
How the hell are you going to cope when it’s my cock pounding this sweet pussy, doll?
I bet you’ll feel so fucking good wrapped around me.
You’ll make me come so hard. I already know it.
Your pretty little cunt is going to milk every drop of seed from my balls, and I’m going to knock you up, Evie.
The entire world will see you growing big with my baby inside you, and everyone will know you’re mine. ”
His filthy words send me over the edge.
With a scream, I come undone, my body shaking and trembling as waves of pleasure wash over me.
As the intensity begins to fade, I slump forward against him, resting my forehead on his shoulder. My breaths come in heavy gasps, and my body is tingling from head to toe.
“Good girl,” Dominic groans as he presses his lips against the top of my head. “Such a good fucking girl.”
I’m barely coherent enough to register him sliding his fingers out of me, but the loss makes a soft whimper leave my lips.
“Shh, doll,” he murmurs. “You’re okay. I’m right here.”
Slowly, my breathing returns to normal, and reality starts to sink in. What the hell am I doing? I can’t just let myself fall into the arms of a man like Dominic.
I’m just starting to push myself upright, to pull away from him, when he stops me. His hand slides around the back of my neck, pulling me back down for a deep, sensual kiss.
My body melts into him, all thoughts of resistance forgotten in a heart beat.
“That was just a taste,” he whispers. “Soon, I’ll have you. In my bed, on my desk, wherever I want. And you’ll love every fucking minute.”
My head spins. God, what is he doing to me?
“Let’s go, doll,” he murmurs, lifting me off him and depositing me back in the passenger seat. “We’ve got work to do. But tonight, after work, you’ll be coming home with me. Okay, doll?”
I nod weakly, my head still reeling from the intense orgasm he’s just given me.
With a satisfied smirk, Dominic leans across to kiss my lips gently, and when he pulls back, he brushes his fingertips against the side of my throat.
“That mark on your neck should be enough to let all the men here know that you are taken. I suppose little marks like that will have to be enough to keep the others away until I’ve got my ring on your finger and my baby growing inside you.”
I gasp, bringing my hand up to the spot where he’d just been touching. Damn it. I’d been enjoying his kisses and touches so much that it hadn’t even occurred to me that he had an ulterior motive - that he wanted to mark me.
He climbs out of the car with a smug grin on his face, and I take a deep breath before getting out myself.
Dominic Vance is a man on a mission, and it’s clear I’m the target.
But can I really let myself get swept away by him? Can I really just fall into his arms and let him take control?
My gaze drifts back to the man himself. His dark eyes are already locked on me, and his lips curve up into a dangerous smile.
God, the answer is already right in front of me. I’m going to fall. And it’s going to happen fast.
All I can do is hope that the landing is gentle.