Chapter 20
Mila
The drive home from the Cockpit is quiet, but I can’t stop smiling. I don’t know what possessed me to jump up there and take Brynn’s place. She basically owns that dance, but I danced like it was all mine, and I don’t regret it.
Dominic, on the other hand, hasn’t said two words about it. That could be a good thing or a bad thing. Considering he hasn’t said two words about anything; I’m thinking it might be the latter.
So, I attempt to lighten the mood a little.
“You fought well tonight,” I say, trying to cut through the tension.
“I fought Fletcher. He’s new and na?ve. It was hardly a fight at all,” he spits out.
Alrighty then.
“Doesn’t mean it wasn’t a good fight,” I say.
Nothing.
“I had fun tonight. Bianca isn’t as bad as I thought she’d be,” I say.
“She’s his flavor of the week. Don’t get attached,” he says.
“Well, I’m not exactly permanent either,” I joke, but Dom isn’t laughing. He’s not even smiling. In fact, the way his mouth looks right now makes it seem like he’s never smiled in his life.
“The mocktails are good,” I add. “I’ve never had one before.”
“Why didn’t you order the real thing?” he asks.
“Because I had a headache,” I tell the same lie I told earlier.
“Right,” he says, his tone obvious that he doesn’t believe it. After that, I decide not to talk anymore. I happen to be in a very good mood, alcohol or not. I also think I did a great job playing the arm candy role. I think the entire evening was a win, even if he doesn’t agree.
After we get to the house, I head to my room, and he heads to his office.
Either he’s going to work, or he needs a drink.
I don’t really care one way or another. I turn on the lamp by the bed and slip out of my dress, letting it fall to the floor.
I grab my satin pajamas and lay them on the bed, then turn to the full-length mirror and take off my jewelry.
My mind is still on that dance, my brain buzzing with the adrenaline of it all.
The lights, the cheering, the music, the energy.
I haven’t felt like that in years. While the dancing I used to do is nothing like that, it’s still the same feeling.
It’s still moving my body in expression and getting lost in it all.
As I relive it all in my head, playing the memory on a loop, I find my hips swaying again, my feet moving in a shorter version of the dance.
I look at my body in the mirror as I move, wearing nothing but a strapless black bra and matching black lacy panties.
I run my fingertips up over my sides and then through my hair, closing my eyes as I turn around, hips shimmying.
When I open my eyes again, I nearly scream. Dominic is standing right in front of me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demand.
“I could ask you the same thing!” he growls, his eyes wild with something lethal.
“Why are you in my room?” I snap.
“What possessed you to get on that stage tonight?” he asks.
“Brynn was hurt. I knew the dance and–”
“How did you know the dance?” he cuts in.
“She taught me.”
“When?”
“What does it matter?” I ask, attempting to walk around him, but he steps in front of me, blocking my path. My heart slingshots in my chest, both in fear and arousal.
“It matters because you are not a Ring Girl anymore,” he says.
“I’m not a waitress anymore. You said I could still go to the Cockpit,” I argue.
“To see your friends, not to dance!” he booms, but I just smile.
“I see how it is,” I nod.
“Oh do you? And how is it?”
“You’re jealous,” I answer.
“Jealous?” he seethes.
“Yes. Jealous. Because your friends loved me. I played the part perfectly and impressed everyone in the room. Hell, even you were smiling. I was classy and tasteful and conservative, and doting. And by the end of the night, I had everyone in the room cheering.”
“Because you were parading around in the ring with dollar bills stuck to your tits,” he grits out.
“Because I looked good. Which means you looked good,” I correct him.
“You blurred the lines of who is in charge!” he shouts.
“What do you care as long as at the end of the day, people know I belong to you?” I ask. Casually, I try to shove my way around him, but it doesn’t quite go as planned.
Dom grabs my wrist and yanks me back towards him, hard enough that I crash against his body. He picks me up, walks to the bed, and tosses me onto it.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demand as he crawls on top of me, caging me in with his body.
“Showing you who you belong to,” he growls before his mouth collides with mine. At first, I’m pissed, ready to fight him off for being such a raging, chauvinistic asshole. But my body softens against his, wrapping around him.
“You have been a very bad girl, Mila,” he says between kisses.
“Oh, have I?” I ask, running my hand down his chest.
Dom takes it exactly the way I mean it. As a challenge.
He jumps up and yanks his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it.
Then he drops his slacks to the floor, standing in front of me in nothing but his black boxer briefs.
I swear, when it comes to this man, he is notoriously black on black on black.
He straddles me again. When he notices my bra is front hook, he smirks.
And with the snap of his fingers, unhooks it, revealing my bare breasts and hard nipples.
Ever since our night together in the car, I have been dreaming about this.
About being with him again. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.
Even if this man is the biggest pain in my ass, I still have an undeniable, aching crush on him. Bad temperament and all.
Dom resumes a push-up position, lowering himself down to me.
He kisses me once, biting my bottom lip in the motion, tugging away hard enough to sting.
He goes lower, zeroing in on my nipples.
His mouth hovers over them, brushing them ever so slightly with his lips, making them ache with the need for more contact.
“Fuck,” I moan, running my hand through my hair. The burning sensation that reaches my thighs is hot and aching.
His lips part, emitting hot breath across my skin, and I arch my back, needing more.
He smirks, knowing that I am at his mercy and loving it.
Sex wasn’t part of the deal. Sex was off-limits.
I am a rule follower, but I’ll be damned if I am going to bring that up now.
The world could be on fire and I would find a way to hide it from him as long as he kept doing what he’s doing.
Honestly, it would be a lovely way to die. Preferable even.
“Do you like that?” he asks with a gritty lilt in his voice.
“Mmhmm,” I whine with a nod.
He covers one nipple with his mouth, his tongue circling and swirling around it before thrashing against it.
I cry out and he switches sides, pampering the other nipple with the same treatment.
For a moment, he goes back and forth, again and again, licking, sucking, nipping, and anything else that makes me whimper.
Finally, when I am nearly raw with pleasure, he presses himself up and goes lower, positioning himself at the end of the bed.
“You know,” he says as he grabs me by the thighs, tugging me down towards him. “Ever since that night in the car, since I had you at my fingertips,” he says as he kisses my bare thighs, “I have been imagining, fantasizing about what it would be like to taste you.”
“Really?” I ask as I rake my fingertips down his hard shoulders and over a tattoo I hadn’t noticed before.
“Every…fucking…night,” he says. His eyes burn into mine, and I swear the shudder those words send through me is enough to make me come. Dominic’s mouth finally makes contact with my pussy, suckling on the nerve-filled skin, sending a wave of pleasure through my body hard enough to unhinge me.
“Fuck me, you know what to do with that tongue,” I tell him, biting my lips hard enough to draw blood.
“Did you ever doubt me, baby girl?” he asks.
“I mean–” I try to tease back, but a moment later his tongue finds my clit and burrows into it.
“Fuck,” I cry out, not caring if the neighbors, the lawn boy, or even Lady Gaga herself can hear it. Dom continues to suck and lick and lap and tease the hell out of every hidden nerve on my body. I moan and whimper loud enough that even God doesn’t need to strain to hear it.
“Dom,” I beg.
“What?” he grits out.
“You’re going to make me come,” I whine.
“And?”
“And I need you to get on with it!” I say, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging on it.
“Oh really?” he asks, letting out a gravelly chuckle. “Is that how you ask?”
“It sounded pretty good to me,” I say as I squirm on the bed.
“Is that how you ask?” he drills every word out.
I stare at him and my hips lift towards his mouth. His hands shove my ass back onto the bed, breaking all contact. I can’t even feel the heat of his breath anymore.
“Please,” I say. “Please, I need to get off.”
“Say it again,” he commands.
“Please. I need to come. I need you to make me come.”
Dom stares at me for a moment, leaving me waiting. Needing. And then finally, after the longest moment of my life, he covers my pussy with his mouth again. His tongue licks and sucks on my clit until the waves of my orgasm roll through me over and over.
Dominic comes up to face me, and my desire glistens on his mouth and chin. Then, he stands up in front of me and shoves his briefs down his legs to show me his erection in all its glory.
In the car that night, the dimness of a streetlamp was the only light around.
Right now, the lights in my room are on, and I can see every inch of his body.
I take him in slowly, from his hard jawline to the ridges of his abdomen to his hard, smooth cock.
It’s impressive. He holds it in his palm, and I can almost see it throbbing in anticipation.
“Roll over,” he tells me, drawing a circle in the air with his finger.
“On my stomach?” I ask.
“On your knees,” he says, and I turn over on all fours. The mirror on the wall displays our reflection. My perky tits, my hair falling over my shoulders, my lips parted in anticipation. The heat in his eyes, his dick heavy in his hand, his abs flexing as he takes two steps towards the bed.
His hand lands on my hips, and he yanks me backward. Then he runs the tip along my length, making me wetter as he glides towards my slit before he enters me in one thrust.
“Fuck,” I let out, jetting forward with the thrust.
“Too much?” He asks, and I shake my head.
“No. Never,” I tell him.
“Good,” he says, running his hand through my hair before fisting it in his hand and pulling just hard enough to bring my head back slightly. He grinds into me, slowly at first, then a little more quickly. With every glide, I can feel him filling me more and more with slick, intentional heat.
“Goddamn, you feel so good, baby girl,” he pants, making me swell around him.
With every push into me, I can feel his hands gripping deeper into my hips.
I grab the sheets, needing something to hang onto.
A thrumming river of need rushes through my veins, coming to a burning head in my thighs, and I lean forward, allowing him to go deeper inside of me.
Both of us groan in desperation as the rush of the promised orgasm surges towards us.
“Fuck,” Dominic lets out, and I can feel myself tensing around him before he bucks against me as he comes undone inside me, pulling me into the current with him.
I roll onto my side, and Dominic pulls his briefs back up.
Then he runs his hand through his hair, wipes his brow with the back of his wrist, and takes a deep breath. Then, he walks out of the room.
I sit up slowly, struggling to find my land legs, but a lazy smile crosses my lips. I don’t think he sweats that hard in the ring.