Blood Ties (Dinero de Sangre #2) - Lana Sky Page 0,16

got me off, Domino—”

“Your fake moans are pretty,” he continues as if I never spoke. “The real ones? Goddamn, Ada-Maria. You could drive a man insane with those cries. Whether you’re in pain or in pleasure, it’s the same damn tune.”

My next breath sticks in my chest as my heart hammers like mad. Is he joking? I can’t tell, and this time I’m not inclined to look for myself.

“Enjoy your shower.” I start for the door, scrambling to slide it open.

“Tristan,” he practically snarls the name, “never went down on you—at least not in any of the recordings. He never spread those legs and tasted that pussy for himself. I used to imagine how you’d taste.”

The intensity of his voice takes my breath away. I hate that he almost sounds genuine, like he truly did just that—dwell on the taste of me.

“How did Alexi taste?” I demand, turning to face him.

He raises an eyebrow. “How do you think she tasted? Like fucking roses. Why don’t you ask her?”

I flinch, gritting my teeth, desperate to disguise just how deeply that taunt cuts. So deep it hurts, outshining my general aches and pains. I hate the thought of him lying with her. Kissing her.

Tasting her with the same tongue I used to fantasize about tasting me.

Spotting my rag on the floor, I cross over to it, leaving the shower door partially ajar. Grabbing it, I turn to face him. “You want to know what I taste like, Domino?” My voice is a low, husky purr.

But I’m struck dumb by his reaction. He sits forward, his head cocked, eyes obscured by strands of black hair plastered to his forehead by the shower spray. They slice his face into slivers, each one more unreadable than the last.

His eyes track every step I take toward him, blazing and burning.

“Here—” I throw the rag at him so hard it rebounds off his chest and lands at his feet. “That’s the only taste of me you’ll ever get. Savor it.”

My words ring hollow, of course. He’s too strong to overpower on my own—and there’s nothing stopping him from lurching to his feet and pinning me down, taking from me whatever he damn well pleases.

To my shock, he grabs the rag and brings it to his mouth. Slowly, he extends his tongue, dragging it across a section of the rag in a way that makes my cheeks flame, my body heating. Licking his lips, he sits back again.

“Like milk and honey,” he says raggedly.

And I sway. He’s tasting the flavor of the soap I used. Not me. Getting ahold of myself, I once again stagger for the exit.

“That shitty camera of his never showed your back in detail,” he says with a certainty that makes me stop short, my horror returning in full. “I couldn’t see your scars from the footage. Tell me who hurt you.”

“Why? So you can get pointers?” I toss back, eyeing the sliver of the bathroom lurking beyond this fragile pane of glass. Freedom. All I have to do is take the necessary few steps to reach it.

One…

“No,” he says so coldly I’m frozen again. “So, I can kill them.”

It’s a strange boast to come from a man who hates me so. He whips me. Collars me. Lies to me.

Then confesses that he mused about what I taste like and vows to kill the man he thinks hurt me.

Though, it’s an empty threat.

We both know who whipped me and what happened to him.

“Luckily for you, he’s already dead, Domino,” I rasp, taking another step. I’m close enough to grip the edge of the sliding glass door—and I do, for dear life, rattling it on the metal rail keeping it in place.

The sound of him rising to his feet is loud enough to overpower that delicate clinging noise. There’s the thud of the rag hitting the ground a second time, followed by the patter of water dripping from his body, and his slow, heavy footsteps as he advances toward me.

All I can do is watch as he grips the door above where my hand is, easily wrenching it shut. I barely manage to pull my fingers out of the way.

“I want you to tell me why he did it,” he demands, his breath fanning the space between my shoulder blades, though I don’t dare turn around to see him there behind me. “And you will, Ada-Maria. You’ll tell me every fucking detail. Why? I’ll do what I know you’ve been dreaming about since the day