14. Dominic

FOURTEEN

DOMINIC

Camryn's frantic, terror-filled eyes gaze behind me, so I lean in and sink my teeth into her soft flesh, marking her thigh.

She's still caught in her own nightmare and not breathing.

Anger floods me when I can't reach her.

Surging up, I seize her chin, then shove two fingers inside her soaking cunt. "That's it. Eyes on me." Her pussy squeezes as I rub her inner walls. "Stay with me."

"She's behind you," she breathes as she tries to skate her eyes past me, but I force her gaze back to me. "Look at me when I'm fucking you with my fingers. Don't lose yourself in your mind. You're here with me."

A sob rattles her chest. "She's going to hurt you."

I press down hard on her clit and grind my palm. "There's no one here but us. Nothing but our twisted desires. Tell me this cunt is mine."

She tries to peer past me again. I'm done with her paranoia. Done with the guilt that seeps into her mind.

I spin her around and haul her up on the piano so I can bite her ass. Her knees press down on the keys, the eerie notes creating the perfect background music for the growing sickness inside me as I circle her soaking entrance with my tongue.

I groan deep in my chest at her sweet taste. No woman has ever driven me this mad before.

Tasting Camryn's pussy is a descent into Hell. Nothing will ever satisfy me from this day onwards. Nothing but her pretty whimpers and pathetic pleas. I'm a glutton for this pussy and a prisoner to her every twisted desire.

She writhes on the piano when I suck on her pussy. Overhead, the clouds part, bathing her pale ass in ethereal moonlight, and my heart aches at the sight of her spread out before me like a feast.

I suck on her swollen clit as I fill her up with two fingers, twisting them just right while pumping her tight hole. More juices pour from her pussy, and I growl like a starved demon.

My dick weeps, needing to be inside her.

Easing back on the bench, I grip her hips and lower her onto my dick. As her tight heat wraps around me, she yelps in surprise when I bounce her on my length. "Dom," she mewls, gripping my wrists for leverage. "Fuck… More!"

"See that?" I whisper near her ear, nodding my chin at our reflection in the glass. "See how your tits bounce and how your pussy swallows my cock. You can fight me all you want, but you'll always shatter for me."

My balls draw up tight. She ripples around me while her moans echo in the small room. I stand up and slam her body against the piano, ramming into her so hard that she catches the keys when she tries to push back.

"I'm coming," she whimpers, and I pull hard on her hair and crush my lips to hers. Her pussy milks me. I savor her moans, reaching down to play with her too-sensitive clit.

Once her cries quiet and she tries to wriggle away from my touch, I bite her shoulder and thrust my dick as deep as I can. "Fuck," I grunt, shuddering, tasting blood on her marked skin. I lick it up before replacing my dick with my fingers and fucking my cum back inside her heat.

"I thought I didn't deserve to come," she says, a note of vulnerability bleeding into her voice.

"I don't know what it is about you," I reply truthfully as I brush my lips over the curve of her shoulder all the way to the crook of her neck, "but I'm hooked."

She shivers when I place a soft kiss on her skin.

I slide my fingers out to circle her swollen pearl. "I can't get enough of you, and I will fight you every day to get a taste of this." I tap her clit and smile. "I've smacked it, licked it, and fucked it, so it's mine."

Her airy laugh does wicked things to my heart. Things that should scare me, and they do. Camryn terrifies me. I've already cut myself open on her gleaming blade, and now I'm a lost cause. The hatred I feel is morphing into something with a lesser sting but a bigger consequence.

I straighten up and then turn her around and cup her chin, tilting her face up to mine. "What's going on inside that sweet head of yours."

The shutters go down over her eyes. She tries to hide her face behind her hair, but I refuse to let her push me away. Lifting her chin once more, I swoop down to whisper in her ear, "Don't make me chase you. You're not ready for my cock this soon again."

"I've already told you, Dom." Her weak voice trembles in the small space between us. "Weird things are happening in this house and this…town."

"It's in your head."

Her teary eyes clash with mine, but then she looks away and shuts me out. "You don't believe me anyway." She pushes off the piano and tries to escape past me. "Why are you nice to me all of a sudden? You hate me, remember?"

She looks so exposed as she trembles beneath the moonlight, with her eyes downcast and strands of matted hair sticking to the tears on her cheeks.

I lift her chin with two fingers. "Eyes on me."

Her blue ocean clashes with my storm, and I trail my fingers down the length of her jaw to shift her hair away. "My emotions for you are complicated?—"

She tries to look away again, so I seize her chin and lower my voice. "I do hate you, but my need for you burns stronger. You're an obsession, Sis, and I'm done fighting it."

"What if I want you to leave me alone?"

"Too late." I clench my jaw and inch closer. "I don't care if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth. In fact, I'll enjoy every minute of it."

Her breath catches, and a vicious smile unfurls on my lips. I love how delicate she is and how her fear permeates the charged air. It's almost as intoxicating as the lust shining in her eyes and the tears coating her lashes.

"By the time I'm done with you, nothing will be left for anyone else to salvage."

Shaking her head, she quivers against me, her delicate feet leaving a trail of blood on the floor amongst the broken glass and debris.

An inexplicable sense of protectiveness overwhelms me when she walks out, and I fist my hands as I force down the ugly feeling that demands I protect her at all costs. I simply can't afford to let her get beneath my skin like this.

Who am I kidding? She has already buried deep and siphoned my sanity like a vampiric parasite.

A shiver runs down my back as a cool breeze brushes by, like an icy breath against the curve of my neck. I spin around and scan the room.

Behind me, a haunted piano note rings out in the oppressive silence, and I whip my head around, heart crashing against my ribcage. Nothing else happens. I wait with bated breath, acutely aware of every whistle of the wind outside, every groaning tree hidden in the darkness across the overgrown lawn.

Every darting shadow.

Menace bleeds into my tone. "She belongs to me and only me. I don't care if you're a ghost or a demon from the darkest pits of Hell. Mess with what's mine, and I will ruin you."

I watch her at breakfast, my own bowl of cereal untouched. I watch her in the hallways at school, leaning up against the wall.

I watch her every chance I get.

It's pissing me off how she holds my attention this easily without trying. It pisses me off even more that she gives her friends attention. If it were up to me, I would lock her up so no one else could see her smile except for me.

The sun beats down relentlessly, but I barely notice. Camryn's eyes widen as I stride across the parking lot with determined steps, hands in my pockets.

I don't spare her friends a glance as I advance, solely focused on the little brat who's avoiding me at every turn.

She can't avoid me now.

I grab hold of her throat and slam her up against the truck. And then I swallow her surprised yelp with a hard, savage kiss.

The urge to claim her in front of her friends ripples through my veins.

Fuck that Aron guy.

Her sweet little body trembles in my hold. I devour her whole, feasting on her tongue and swollen lips like they're my last meal. I kiss her like I've never been kissed.

I have, just not like this.

Never have I been consumed to the brink of insanity by a girl, and while the power Camryn holds over me is frightening, I still binge on her because, despite the warning bells in my head, she tastes and feels like heaven. And the descent into madness, her madness, makes me heady.

When one of her friends clears their throat behind me, Camryn pushes my unmoving chest. I tighten my grip on her slender neck, the urge to snap her neck twitching my fingers, but I force myself to stay in control.

With a final bite of that plump lip, I step back and haul her against me.

Her friends watch us with wide eyes.

Gwen bounces her gaze between us before a blinding smile splits her face. "Oh my God… I can't believe you held out on us."

"I didn't hold—" Camryn falls silent when I tighten my grip on her waist in a warning to shut that pretty mouth before it gets her into deep trouble.

While Brittany and Gwen gush over my power play, I lock eyes with Aron and smirk.

If he thinks he stands a chance with her now that I've torn through her tight cunt with my dick, he can think again. Besides, I'd slaughter him slowly if he tried.

I step around Camryn with my hand on her waist and throw open the passenger door. "Get in."

She stiffens in my hold but slides in without a fight, and the raging possessiveness inside me likes that a little too much.

After slamming the door shut, I round the truck and throw one last glance at Aron.

He looks like a wounded animal.

Oblivious, Brittany loops her arm through his and guides him away from the truck while popping her pink gum.

Aron holds my gaze until he has no choice but to look away. I slide in behind the steering wheel, pull the door shut, and crank the engine.

Static meets my ears, disturbed every few seconds by a distorted voice. The signal out here is crap. I leave the radio on.

It's not until we were on the country road, with nothing but the baked asphalt in front of us and cornfields on each side, that Camryn asks, "What was that back there? Why did you kiss me in front of my friends?"

"Shut up."

Her lips snap shut, but her eyes bore into the side of my face. "Excuse me?—"

"Shut the hell up," I say, in a firmer voice this time, and she visibly shrinks back in my periphery.

My cock strains against my jeans as more static crackles through the speakers. Camryn remains quiet.

"I kissed you to prove a point," I reply, tapping my thumb on the steering wheel and glancing in the rearview mirror.

"What point?" she asks in that nervous little voice of hers that hardens my cock to the point of agony. It throbs behind the zipper.

The tires squeal as I pull over to the side of the road, the engine still rumbling beneath me. I throw open the door and round the truck in a flash, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her out. I slam her against the side of the vehicle, the rusty metal hot against her skin from hours outside in the relentless sun, and shove her shorts and panties halfway down her thighs. My tongue invades her mouth, capturing her surprised gasp as I breathe in her air, intoxicated by her sweet taste.

"Fuck," I exhale against her tempting lips, then kiss her again, deeper.

When she whimpers into my mouth, I spread my hand over her sopping cunt and spear her slit with a finger, sinking it deep inside her throbbing core. She trembles against me, creasing my sweaty T-shirt in her grip.

One finger becomes two, stretching her tight pussy until she melts against me. I chuckle as the wind moves through the cornstalks. "Your pussy missed me, didn't it? Missed my fingers and cock."

She looks at me through her heavy lashes, and I slap her cunt hard, making her yelp.

"Step out of your shorts."

Unlike the time in the bathroom stall, she doesn't question it or make me say it twice. She slides them off, then straightens back up.

"What are you doing?" she asks, her voice wavering when I reach for something in the flatbed. I like the fear that bleeds into every vowel, the way her eyes flash when I stride back up to her with a length of rope in my hands. Spinning her around, I press her up against the truck and fasten her wrists together.

She tries to look at me over her shoulder while I tie an expert knot. "Dom? What are you doing?"

"Did I say you could talk?"

"Anyone could drive by…"

"Let's hope they don't." I grab her by the neck and whisper in her ear, "I'd have to hunt them down and kill them for seeing you half-naked and tied up like this."

Reaching into my back pocket, I remove the ball gag before fisting her hair. Her unease ratchets up as I tug hard and forcefully insert the ball into her mouth. I make sure it's secured behind her head and then pull her toward the ditch.

With her hands bound and a gag in her mouth, she stares at me, wide-eyed, only wearing red Chucks from the waist down.

I raise an eyebrow. "What are you waiting for?"

She peers at the cornstalks and then back at me.

"It's time to run."

Her eyes widen even more and her nostrils flare on a sharp inhale.

"If I catch you, I'm going to fuck you." I shake my head and chuckle darkly. "Let me rephrase that. If I catch you, I'm going to tear through your pussy and ass with my cock."

Her gaze falls to my hand as I adjust my hard-on.

"And it will hurt." I tip my chin to the cornstalks. "These fields belong to Wilfred. Grumpy old man." Chuckles bubble up from my chest. "I doubt he'll be pleased if he finds a gagged and tied-up, half-naked girl running around." Looking into her eyes again, I warn, "So you'd better not scream."

Her face has paled, and her big eyes are filled with glassy tears. She takes a step back but trips and falls. Her legs splay open, offering me a perfect view of her puffy pink pussy.

"You're soaking wet, Sis," I taunt, hovering over her, my shadow suffocating the sunshine. "Look at that desperate little pussy."

She whimpers, then cries out when I grab hold of her arm. I drag her up and shove her toward the cornstalks, making her stumble.

The sound of an approaching car steals her attention, and her head snaps toward it before she peers back at me with panicked eyes.

"Now fucking do as you're told and run."