my bottom lip. “Trust me.”
It’s strange that I do. Despite knowing what he is, I trust that he won’t hurt me. At least not in a way I don’t agree with.
Dominic goes back to kissing me while rocking his hips. This time, it’s slower like he’s savouring me. I moan as I get used to his size and overwhelming power.
His gentle phase comes to an abrupt halt. He pounds into me and attacks my lips with his. He barely gives me any openings to breathe. I’m so delirious with both light-headedness and the feel of him inside me and his tongue doing wicked things in my mouth.
He increases his thrusts. One of his hands clutches my hip while the other surrounds my back over my bound hands as if he’s keeping me from falling apart.
In a way, he is.
“You like being fucked senseless, baby girl?” he murmurs against my mouth.
I make an affirmative sound and mumble in French.
“What was that, Cam?” He smiles against my mouth and slams so deep inside me, I gasp for air.
“Oui. Oui!!”
“You like this?”
He pulls out almost completely, and before I can complain, he thrusts in again. A rush explodes within me.
I scream a yes. He slaps my ass cheek and I come all around him, clenching him with everything in me.
If any of the romance novels I stole from my mother were true, Dominic would follow me right now.
He doesn’t.
He lies me on my back and flings my legs over his broad shoulders. He keeps going and going and going.
His chest is sleek with sweat and his expression is of animalistic wildness. The maddening building restarts. His hand slips underneath my ass and I hiss then cry out when he slaps it. I’m so sensitive and delirious, I come all over again with a scream.
This time Dominic grunts. I’m feeling that blackness, but I can’t help falling for how his big body shudders and how his eyelids drop over the dark eyes.
When he growls and spills inside me, I smile and give up to the darkness.
He fucked me up.
Literally.
Figuratively.
I loved every second of it.
Chapter Fifteen
The cool scent of coffee tickles my nose.
Mmmm. My drug.
I open my eyes and sit up like a sleepwalker – or a zombie.
My ass stings and I stop. Fils de pute.
Memories of last night rush back in. The delicious soreness between my legs makes me grimace and smile like an idiot at the same time.
I slept with Dominic.
No. Actually, he fucked me until I passed out. Again. I was just so tired and he’s too intense. I massage my wrists. They aren’t red, but the memory of them being bound sends a shiver down my spine.
I scarcely remember Dominic unbinding me and carrying me in his strong arms. It’s strange how I came to trust him.
Papa always taught me not to trust strangers, and I took his words to heart, but for some reason, I don’t consider Dominic a stranger.
My gaze roams around the room. It’s large and extremely minimal. Tones of grey and black cover the walls. The king size bed rests on a high architectural platform. There are two nightstands and that’s it.
He spends all his time in the lab. David’s words play in my head. It does seem like a place Dominic only uses to crash.
I spy what I assume is the bathroom. Would I have the time to shower before leaving? Perhaps I should ask him first.
The scent of coffee has been beckoning me from sleep, anyway. I throw the covers and slip into my black dress that’s resting by the side of the bed. No underwear. The caveman tore them.
I head into the equally spacious bathroom with a big shower to die for. I brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush then wash my face.
A heavy feeling lodges at the pit of my stomach as I head to the source of the coffee smell.
This is it.
My adventure is officially finished now. Both Dominic and I signed up for a one time thing.
Now I had to descend from the cloud and crush in the world of the living.
The kitchen, lounge area, and the dining room are all in one big space overlooking the huge glass. The view seemed dreamy last night, but under the morning light, it’s just another overcast, gloomy day in London.
Or perhaps that’s a translation of my mood.
I halt near the kitchen counter when I make out Dominic throwing something in a pan. He’s only in baggy shorts. That’s it. His strong back