Chapter 23
Rayna
He was a bastard. The biggest fucking asshole.
Why did he have to push her and corner her and incite her into acting so unlike herself?
Why did he make her want him when she couldn’t fucking have him?
But Rayna couldn’t take it anymore. Something in her snapped when Dominic accused her of wanting Jake instead, as if she hadn’t had to suffer through her pulse panting Dominic’s stupid bloody name the whole drive back to the farmhouse.
Her body flicked the standby switch on in her brain, and she stopped thinking. She simply reacted to what she craved.
A taste of him.
Just one. Even if it was the only one she took. One. One taste. Just fucking one.
So she fisted his T-shirt, pulled him down as she pushed onto her toes, and her lips finally, finally, finally collided with his.
At first, Dominic remained frozen, but then he let out a sharp, shuddering sound and one arm went around her waist, cinching her flush against his hot, hard, broad body.
He shoved a hand into the back of her hair, bending her backwards over his arm, as he moulded his wide mouth to hers with purpose.
And that initial collision came to life by a delayed second.
A dam exploded inside her, releasing all the desire and frustration of the past three weeks in one all-consuming tidal wave. She was pulled under, suffocating her lungs in the sensation of too much, but it was laced with a drug that made her feel so fucking high.
The base compound of said drug was Dominic. And he was dangerously addictive.
Reacting to his ownership of her kiss, Rayna slid one hand to his nape, the ends of his thick hair tickling her fingers as she dug her blunt nails into his skin and kissed him back just as greedily.
It wasn’t a finessed kiss of passion, but they weren’t trying to seduce each other.
This was a kiss of raw need that was simply meant to quench a desperate thirst. But when Rayna opened her mouth, allowing Dominic to shove his tongue in, the warm, masculine taste of him with a hint of grapes only made that thirst grow.
Gasps and grunts and groans poured from them, louder and bolder.
His hands scrunched her hair harder, and he weighed her back some more.
She nipped at his lips, sucking on the softer bottom one with the hope it’d bruise.
But just in case it didn’t, she clawed at his skin, grazing the back of his neck and up over his scalp.
Every time his hand squeezed her waist, his rhythm growing faster and needier, her pussy gave another wet, painfully hollow throb.
Until Dominic was grinding his massive erection into the softness of her belly—or maybe the one moving was her, because Rayna couldn’t keep still. It was impossible.
She was liquid between her legs, and his pawing hands, the sounds he made, the warm taste and scent of him, the promise of his dick stretching her so good had her frantic for more.
More. More.
“More.”
She barely registered her own voice, and that alone should have been a wake-up call. She’d never been within the territory of lust where she completely lost herself.
But she didn’t want to go back just yet.
Dominic must’ve heard her, because his hand slid down from her hair and gripped the back of one of her bare thighs, hoisting her up effortlessly.
Their kiss momentarily broke as she wrapped her legs around his sturdy waist and looped her arm around his neck. She pulled his head back by the hair and swallowed the soft gasp he let out, claiming his mouth again like he held her last breath.
He moaned against her swirling tongue and walked them around towards the kitchen.
When he reached where he wanted to take her, his grip loosened, and she slid down his body onto the kitchen counter.
He might as well have slapped her down on it, because the cold granite lashed at the scorched skin on the back of her thighs with a million little whips.
She whimpered into his mouth at the shock of the sensation. He kept kissing her, smothering her, as he dragged her hips to the very edge of the counter, and buried the tent of his hard-on right against the molten puddle between her legs.
He rocked forward. And she couldn’t kiss him or breathe any longer as her mouth went slack.
“Oh, fuck,” she rasped against his lips, choking on a shuddering gasp.
He did it again, nudging at the swollen bud of her clit, and she leaned back into his arm as she struggled to get her vision to focus.
When it did, the feral, drugged glow in Dominic’s dilated eyes sent the sweetest, sharpest zap of thrill right through her clit. She moaned low and long.
Gosh, he was so absurdly gorgeous, with one of her hands gripping the dark locks of his hair, his cheeks flushed a lusty shade of pink, and his kiss-stung lips hanging open as he panted. The renewed wave of desire that crashed through her made her eyes feel feverishly warm.
“I fucking hate you,” she whispered.
She released his shoulder and smacked her palm on the counter behind her. Arching her back, she rolled her hips into his rocking motion, and the sensitive nerves of her sex quaked violently.
Dominic hissed, baring his teeth from one corner in a twisted look of pleasure and pain. “Dammit, Rayna,” he growled and sank over her, pressing his moving hips harder into her.
He rested his parted lips against her forehead as his hand returned to the back of her hair, before he kissed her right brow.
Then he kissed the tip of her nose. Just under her eye.
The corner of her mouth. Her jaw. And with each open-mouthed peck he placed, he tugged her head further back, until she was staring up at the ceiling full of spotlights.
“What you do to me,” he rasped against her neck, almost as if he were speaking to himself. “You have no idea how I…” He faded off with a moan as he breathed her in.
Rayna shuddered, curling her nails into the solid counter. But then he swiped his tongue over the pulse under her ear and sucked on her skin, and her body vibrated with unspent pleasure.
“Dominic,” she gasped, eyes rolling.
With a groaned sound, he squeezed her waist tighter, forcing her to go immobile and simply take his insistent grinding. His mouth latched on to her skin harder, and he lapped at her buzzing pulse with messy swirls of his tongue.
Rayna’s arm gave out as white pricked at the edges of her vision, but he didn’t let her fall backwards and supported her with his secure hand. She clambered to grip his body anyway, digging her fingers into his bulging bicep and holding his face to her neck, writhing to pull him deeper into her.
“Dominic,” she moaned again when he dragged his teeth over her throbbing skin.
He shivered on a sigh and licked at another spot. “How I have lived all these years without the taste of you, without hearing your sweet moans, I shall never understand.”
He eased lower, arching her further back as he kissed his way down her decolletage.
“Undo the bow, sweetheart. I beg of you,” he purred against the valley between her breasts.
He begged. But it was Rayna who obeyed like a mindless doll.
With one quick tug, the bow keeping her breasts tied within the fabric of her dress unravelled. She shoved the slightly padded sides apart, exposing her chest to him.
Dominic went still and released a raw groan from the back of his throat. His eyes darkened with ferocious need as they rapidly shot over her brown, puckered nipples and the generous weight of each globe.
“Rayna…you are devastating,” was all he said before dipping his head.
She gasped and shuddered as he licked and sucked and rolled each bud between his teeth in turn. Then he sucked harder until she squirmed, toying with her body like he already knew what stoked her pleasure impossibly high.
Or rather, he was eager to learn what she liked, because his piercing eyes only left her face when they fluttered shut and he buried his nose in her soft flesh, basking in the joy of giving.
He might have kept going endlessly if she hadn’t grown restless as her nipples throbbed red and her pussy wept for release.
“Enough,” she uttered breathlessly, yanking his head back by the hair.
Dominic panted, watching her through glazed eyes at half-mast like a possessed fiend.
Oh, fuck…
A shiver scattered through her spine. “You—”
He pounced.
Rayna squeaked as the band of his arm around her waist disappeared. She scrambled to grab his shoulder for support, but his hand was already buried in her hair along with the other one. He cradled her in both arms, angling her face right under his, as she held him close.
Rocking his hips, he jerked the head of his cock against her swollen sex, giving her a taste of what his thrusts would have felt like if their clothes hadn’t been between them—if he’d been buried deep inside her.
Hard. Fast. Possessive. Desperate.
He was so fucking desperate for her.
It was stunning. And she was losing her bloody mind.
“What are you doing to me?” she grated, hooking her legs around his hips.
One hand slipped to cradle the side of her face, and he nudged her lips with his thumb. “Nothing short of what you have already done to me,” he rasped, drinking her gasp into his mouth. “You have made me a broken man, Rayna. ”
He kissed her. Or rather, he tried to consume her soul from her mouth, and she had no choice but to enjoy his earnest attempt. She was willing to give it to him as long as he kept moving.
“Say my name,” he pleaded. “Say it, Rayna.” Kiss. “Let me hear the sweet sound of my name on your lips again.” Kiss.
A hundred arrows of bliss stabbed through her belly, and that was all it took.
The pleading of this big, arrogant, irritating, flirtatious man tipped her over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, Dominic,” she choked out before her face twisted, and she threw her head back.
Rayna cried loudly and locked up all around Dominic as an intense orgasm erupted all through her, puncturing her lungs, charring her nerves, shaking her bones.
He growled viciously into her chin, clasping her tightly, as his hips gave several hard jerks, sending little jolts of aftershocks through her belly until he finally sagged over her. She slumped, weak and damp and spent, into the cocoon of his trembling hands.
Panting, gasping silence followed.
Then Dominic shifted, laying the softest kiss to the corner of her lips, and the realisation of what had just happened poured over her like liquid nitrogen.
He must’ve felt her freeze, because he eased back, searching her face with a sleepy, blown stare, his skin covered in a thin sheen. “Sweetheart?”
Fuck…fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
What have I done?
Dominic was a Study. She wasn’t meant to touch him or lust for him.
But she’d kissed him. She’d just dry-humped him to an orgasm.
What the fuck am I doing?
Rayna slipped her hand from his hair and locked both her elbows, ready to shove him away. But he’d already anticipated her move and clutched her close.
“No,” he growled, a pained darkness casting over his brows. “Rayna, no.”
“Let go of me,” she bit out tiredly.
He shook his head. “Not when you gaze upon me in such a way.”
“Now!”
She pushed, and despite the frustration screwing up his face, he stumbled back, releasing her. She immediately threw herself off the counter, teetering as if she were wearing heels rather than trainers on her shaking legs.
Dominic reached for her, but she snatched her arm away and charged for the archway.
“Rayna,” he roared behind her.
But she didn’t stop. She just ran.