Chapter Five
Dominic:
I don’t let her out of my sight. Not for a damn second.
Evie moves through the site, trying her best to focus, but I see the way she falters when she feels my eyes on her. She pretends not to notice, but I know she does. It’s impossible not to. I’m making sure of it.
After I made her come for me in the car this morning, the little self-control I’d had left has snapped. I’m not even trying to be subtle anymore. I want her and everyone else on the site to know I’m watching her, to know she belongs to me.
And the mark on her neck?
My mark.
The possessive satisfaction that surges through me whenever I see it has me nearly dropping to my knees.
A deep purple love-bite, standing out against her soft, flawless skin.
Proof that she’s mine. That I’ve had my mouth on her, my fingers buried inside her, coaxing those perfect little cries from her lips.
The memory of her orgasm plays on a loop in my mind, a relentless torment of arousal. The way her body trembled beneath my hands. The way she gasped my name as she shattered with my touch. My cock has been throbbing painfully ever since, my need for her clawing at me like a beast.
And now, watching her - knowing what she sounds like when she comes - I’m fucking feral.
She’s wearing her hair down today, long waves tumbling over her shoulders, but it doesn’t quite hide my mark.
The other men on site see it. I know they do.
I catch their glances, the way they flick their eyes to her neck, then to me.
Some look away quickly. Others hesitate, as if they don’t understand what they’re seeing.
And I don’t blame them. Most of the men here have worked for me on many projects, and they’ve never seen me act like this before.
But they will understand soon enough. Everyone will know Evie is mine.
She’s talking to one of the designers now; something about fixtures and finishes, but I don’t hear a word of it. I only hear her - that sweet voice, that nervous edge in her tone when she knows I’m close.
I need to hear her moan for me again.
Now.
I don’t give a fuck that we’re at work, that there are people around. I don’t give a fuck about anything except making her fall apart for me.
Some of Evie’s words break through the heavy fog of arousal that is clouding my mind right now. She’s going for lunch.
Perfect.
I stalk up behind her, and she doesn’t notice me until I’m right there, stepping into her space, towering over her.
The way her colleagues look up at me must give away my presence, because she turns and almost stumbles, until I reach out to grab her arm and steady her.
Evie’s breath hitches as her eyes meet mine.
“Dominic,” she says, a little breathless. “I was just...”
“Let’s go.”
She blinks. “What?”
I don’t answer, and I don’t take any notice of the way the other designers are looking at us.
I just take her wrist in my hand, gently but firmly.
Her skin is warm beneath my fingers, and I feel the way her pulse flutters at the contact.
I don’t give her a chance to protest. I lead her away, guiding her across the site toward the small office I keep here.
She doesn’t fight me.
When we reach the door, I pull it open and usher her inside.
Then I follow, shutting the door behind us. Locking it.
Without wasting a second, I pull her into my arms, then push her back against the locked door, lowering my head to capture her lips with mine. The hunger raging inside me takes over, and I claim her mouth. I kiss her deeply, hungrily, like a starving man who has finally found his salvation.
Evie gasps and her lips part, giving me the chance to delve deeper, to taste her, to feel the warmth of her tongue sliding against mine. Fuck, she tastes like heaven. I can’t get enough.
Her hands grip my suit jacket, pulling me closer, and her hips roll forward, grinding against me.
I’m fucking done.
With a growl, I step back and pull off my jacket, throwing it to the floor before tugging at my tie. Once that is gone, I open the top two buttons of my shirt.
The way Evie stands motionless, her eyes roaming over my body, tells me everything I need to know. She wants me. Badly. Not quite as badly as I need her - not yet - but it’s enough.
“Take off your panties, doll. It’s lunchtime, and I’m hungry for your pretty little cunt.”
Her jaw drops, and while I wait for her to do as she’s told, I move towards the old couch in the corner, dropping down onto my back.
Once I’m in position, I glance over at her. She hasn’t moved.
“Take your panties off,” I repeat, my voice a low growl. “Then get your ass over here and sit on my face. I am going to feast on your sweet pussy until you’ve come so many times you can’t walk straight. Am I understood?”
Her cheeks flush pink, and for a moment, I think she might say no. She looks nervous. Shy. But then her gaze flickers from my face down to the bulge in my pants, and her resolve seems to crumble.
With trembling fingers, she reaches under her skirt and pushes her panties down, letting them pool around her ankles before stepping out of them.
As soon as she’s within arm’s reach, I take hold of her hand and tug her closer, helping her get into position as she straddles my head with her soft, creamy thighs.
“Hold your skirt up, doll. Let me get a better look at what’s mine.”
“Oh god,” she whimpers.
But this time, there is no hesitation. She grips the hem of her skirt and pulls it up to her chest, revealing the smooth, wet folds of her perfect pussy.
I groan, sliding my hands over the silky skin of her thighs.
“Fuck, Evie. You’re so fucking beautiful. Now, lower yourself down on my mouth. I want you to come all over my fucking face, doll.”
“Jesus, Dominic...”
Her words trail off as I grab her thighs in my big hands and pull her down onto my waiting mouth.
She’s soaked.
And her taste... fuck, I can’t get enough. I groan into her sweet flesh, licking and sucking her swollen clit. Her hips start to grind against me, her movements slow and tentative at first, but then more frantic as she gets closer to her release.
I tighten my grip, pulling her harder against my mouth as she writhes on top of me. Her sweet nectar is coating my lips and tongue, and her scent fills my nostrils. It’s fucking intoxicating.
Her breaths become shorter, more labored, and her moans grow louder and louder as I lick and suck at her perfect little cunt.
“Oh, god, Dominic, please,” she cries, her hands gripping the back of the couch for support.
I groan, my cock pulsing at the sound of her needy little cries. Fuck, I love the way she says my name. It’s like a prayer. A plea.
And it’s only for me.
“Come for me, doll,” I groan against her slick flesh. “Come on my face.”
I slide my hands over her hips, grabbing her ass and helping her grind harder against my mouth. She’s moving as if she’s afraid to suffocate me, but I don’t fucking care. If this is how I go, so be it. All I care about is making her scream with pleasure.
“Oh, god, Dominic... fuck, I’m going to-“
She breaks off with a loud cry as her orgasm crashes through her. Her entire body trembles, and her hips buck wildly as she rides my face. I tighten my grip, holding her steady as I continue to lap at her slick pussy.
Her sweet taste floods my senses, and I can’t help but groan into her core. Fuck, she’s delicious. I could eat her cunt for hours and never tire of it.
Slowly, her body relaxes, and her breathing returns to normal. With a sigh, she lifts herself off me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.
“That was... incredible,” she whispers, a small, shy smile tugging at her lips. The same smile that makes me ache for her every damn time.
“It was,” I agree. “But I don’t know where you think you’re going, doll. I’m not finished yet.”
With that, I pull her back down onto my face, enjoying the desperate moans that emerge from her as I begin feasting between her thighs once more.