to have a problem with her ‘belonging’ to Jaguar now. But…”
His nostrils flare, conveying a warning I fail to heed.
“You don’t seem too willing to share me with him. Why is that?”
He spreads his fingers out along my inner thighs, and I suck in a breath, grappling for a better grip on the rock beneath me.
“Because I never wanted Alexi.” He lowers his head, leaning forward so that his mouth comes dangerously close to my breasts, his gaze fixated below my waist.
I gasp as he nudges my legs apart, easily claiming the space between them.
“I never claimed Alexi. I never spent five fucking years wondering what she tasted like. I never cultivated a kill list of all the men she casually fucked—” His nails dig in as he spreads my legs further, fully opening me to him. The heat of his breath lashes me in searing waves, and my eyelids flutter, my brain paralyzed by the sensation. He’s growling, real anger seeping into every single syllable. “I never wanted her so badly I could get hard at just the sight of her smile. I’ll let you parse over those words, Ada-Maria. I’ll let you decide what that means.”
He lunges downward, and I barely manage to throw my hands in between us, feeling his mouth brush my trembling fingers.
“W-Wait,” I croak.
Not stop.
He looks up, eyeing me through a fringe of black hair, his eyes so vibrant they practically glow.
“I know you’re just toying with me,” I rasp, but it should be the least of my concerns at the moment, his approval. His lust.
Besides, my sloppy phrasing was a pathetic way of avoiding what I really mean—I know you’re lying to me.
“Good,” he says, his voice gruff. “I want you to think of that while I have my tongue buried inside of you. I want you to tell yourself that over, and over until it hurts, Ada. That pouty face you make when you doubt me… It’s sexy as hell.”
Chapter Thirteen
I can’t stop him this time. My hands are easily batted aside, and I wind up grasping for the nearest source of stability I can find as his heat sears the flesh between my legs. It’s so soft, whatever it is, like I’m grasping at silk—his hair, I realize.
It’s my turn to rake my nails over his skull and pull as he does exactly what he warned he would.
He buries his tongue inside of me.
In this instance, I have no frame of reference to compare him to. As it turns out, most of the men I’ve slept with were only interested in their own pleasure, never mine. I was just a smiling, warm sex doll. The closest anyone came to attempting to get me off manually was Tristan, and only with his fingers, sloppily with no real effort put into the act.
But Domino…
Eat is such a dangerous word—so vulgar to describe simply putting your mouth on someone. When a woman sucks a cock, it’s not described so viciously.
But the feeling assaulting me now can only be described by terms that should never apply to something like sex. Devoured. Swallowed. Choked down. Worshiped...
He turns my body into his altar, and then he douses me in sin. After sin. After sin.
I scream, writhing as his lips press against my inner flesh, while his fingers come to spread me open. Ruthlessly expose every inch and fold. Then his tongue lashes, hot and violent, irritating every single nerve to a painful degree.
His teeth graze me next, and I jerk, trying to push his head again. Then gripping him for dear life as my eyes roll back.
It would be one thing, if he could abuse me in this way, and I’d have to endure it. Suffer through each slow, savoring lick. Keep my senses. Hate him and hate him.
He turns my body inside out instead. Every bit of twitching muscle and heated flesh becomes my enemy, rebelling against the faint sliver of my brain fighting for control.
I whimper, realizing it’s too late to shut him out. His tongue easily slips inside of me, molten hot. My body welcomes him, each drop of moisture flooding like gasoline toward the lips and tongue working in tandem like a match and tinder.
I’m on fire. Too hot. Burning alive. Melting. Ashes.
Then, just when my stomach stops flipping, and I can breathe again, he keeps going…
Shame is a concept that feels harder to grasp with every brutal, gut-wrenching orgasm he wrings from me. My spine is his toy, my limbs jelly, my