19. Camryn

NINETEEN

CAMRYN

I stiffen, pulsing between my legs. "What? Now?"

He can't be serious? Does he want me to run half-naked down a country road where anyone can see us?

"Did I stutter?" He grinds his cock against my ass. "Run like your fucking life depends on it."

My eyes drift over the dirt road, the deeply burrowed track marks, and the cracks in the dry soil. "What will you do when you catch me?"

"I'll hurt you."

My clit throbs at his delicious promise as a raindrop hits my cheek. I wrench free from his grip and run at full speed down the road, hoping for him to catch me and make true to his promise. I want him to fuck me and hurt me. To make me cry while I come all over his dick.

I've barely made it ten steps when the sky opens, and rain bounces off the dirt road.

Glancing behind me, I shriek, panic crawling up my throat as I see him hot on my heels.

I know we're playing a twisted game, but my brain hasn't caught on, which makes it exciting. My heart hammers hard as my breaths saw through my throat.

I turn my attention forward but trip and tumble to the ground, pain exploding in my knees from the impact. My hands and arms are covered in wet mud as I push to my knees. But before I can jump to my feet, Dominic grabs my hair and drags me back toward the truck, kicking and screaming, the rough surface shredding my skin.

The pain, the fear, the sickening satisfaction I derive from the dark look in his eyes when he drops me, before crouching down and forcing my face into the wet mud, should worry me, but my pulsing clit and soaking pussy speaks louder.

We like this.

We like this a fuck-lot.

"You want to be a dirty little girl?" he asks gruffly as I cry into the mud. "You should see your face now, covered in filth."

His bruising grip on my nape and his cruel words shouldn't lick such a delicious path over my skin, but I can't help it.

I'm lost, sobbing as the rain bounces off the ground beside me.

A raindrop clings to his nose, and his hair lies plastered to his forehead. He stares down at me, knowing full well the effect his savage treatment has on my body.

Hauling me to my feet, he drags me to the truck. My cheek meets the hard surface with a smack, and then he's on me, gripping me by my nape and sliding his cock through my ass crack while the rain hammers the rusty metal.

I feel him at my entrance, hard and throbbing, and my breath gets lodged in my throat when he sinks inside me.

"You have no idea how good you feel or how perfect you are," he says with a grunt as he bottoms out.

His dick pulses against my inner walls, and I close my eyes. He feels so, so good. Every slide of his hard length rubs against my rippling core, and all else fades when he hits a magical spot. I'm no longer aware of the thunder overhead or the summer rain, nor his punishing grip on my neck or the sharp snaps of his hips against my ass.

Dominic knows how to fuck.

"You like to be railed on my hood in the pouring rain, don't you, little sister? You like my big cock tearing through your cunt."

I whimper, and his fingers twitch on my neck in response.

"You thought you could tease me in the truck, huh? A fun little game. But you see, this is what happens when you try to get one over on me. I will fuck you raw and leave you with cum dripping down your thighs."

Pleasure blinds me. I cry out, struggling to catch my breath through the orgasm. My lips are slippery with rain as I moan his name. Moan it like it's a holy prayer and he's my god.

Dominic shudders, groaning deep in his chest, his hips stuttering as he comes deep inside me.

We stay like that, me bent over the hood and Dominic clinging to my back. He digs his fingers into my bruised hips, his harsh breaths tickling my ear as his heart thuds hard against me.

He pushes back then pulls me with him, enveloping me in his arms.

Cum slithers down my thighs, as promised. I cling to his T-shirt, feeling his heat through the thin fabric.

Dominic guides me back inside his truck and then rounds the vehicle. When he's seated behind the steering wheel, he rolls up the window and turns to look at me. Overhead, the rain hammers on the roof. The sound is so loud that it's almost deafening. I love everything about this moment.

I might even love him.

No—I squish that thought as soon as it enters my mind.

"Why do I feel like this around you?" he asks, lost in thought.

"Like what?"

His eyes scan my face, leaving nothing unseen. "Like I want to slaughter anyone who stands in my way of being with you."

My heart gives a hard thud, and I hold my breath as he crawls forward like a lion on the prowl. The muscles shift in his arms as he comes for me, his eyes heavy.

"Dominic?" I ask nervously.

He hovers inches away from my lips. We lock eyes, and I steal a quick glance at the spot where his T-shirt hangs open to reveal a hint of his carved chest. His pulse flutters visibly in his neck, and when I raise my gaze, he tightens his sharp jaw, demanding my attention with every ragged exhale. I reach up to brush his damp hair away from his brow, and he holds his breath. I hold mine too, flicking my eyes between his.

Then his lips crash down on mine, and he kisses me like I'm the oxygen he needs to breathe as he pulls me down on the seat.

This kiss is different from the previous ones. It's more than a promise and something far more intimidating than a threat. My toes curl as he delves his tongue into my mouth and groans.

"Camryn," he exhales longingly, stroking his fingers down the length of my jaw. I shiver, sliding my palms up his chest over his wet T-shirt.

"Dominic—"

He swallows his name on my lips, then sucks on my tongue as he rolls his hips. My mouth dries up when his hardening length digs into my thigh. I cling to his shoulders while he trails kisses down my throat and chest, all the way to my tank top's hem. He slides it up over my chest and pushes my bra away, too, before wrapping his enticing lips around a nipple.

Groaning deeply, he sucks hard. I gasp, digging my nails into his muscles.

"Tell me about that night." His warm breath whispers across my nipple as he peers up at me. "The crash."

I meet his hungry eyes, watching him trail kisses to my other nipple. His tongue darts out to circle the hardened bud, giving a warning bite that makes me shudder.

"What happened?" he asks, sucking the rosy bud into his delicious mouth and swirling his tongue until my toes curl inside my ruined Chucks.

"Your brother was in the backseat on his phone. Your father asked me about my dancing."

He peers up at me from beneath dark strands of his damp hair, and it's a struggle to speak coherently when he sucks and nibbles like he's on a mission to make me come from nipple stimulation alone.

I swallow down a whimper. "I saw something in the road."

He pauses, my nipple slipping from between his lips. "Saw something?"

"Someone—a man. Ah, fuck…" I moan as he swirls that expert tongue. "A man in the road."

"And?"

"Your father lost control…" My words drift off when he pinches my other nipple. "But there was no one there."

He looks up, his eyebrows pulling down low.

"I saw someone," I clarify, "but he disappeared."

"He disappeared?"

"Like a ghost."

Twirling my left nipple absently, he palms my other tit and delivers a hard blow.

I yelp, entrapping him with my thighs around his narrow waist.

"You saw a ghost."

I can barely speak. "Yes…I think so."

"Then what happened?"

It hurts to relive the memories, but he's determined to dig them all up.

Unable to meet his fierce eyes, I stare at the ceiling and swallow down the ache spreading throughout my chest. "The car careened into the river. Your brother… He was already dead."

"What about my dad?"

"Dominic," I whisper, but he slaps my nipple again, making me flinch as my skin smarts.

"Tell me."

"He was stuck, and we couldn't free him."

"Go on."

"He ordered me to retrieve his gun from the glovebox." Tears blur my vision, and I focus on a small stain on the ceiling. "He told me to save myself."

Dominic has grown still, and when the silence stretches on, I finally gather the courage to look him in the eye.

My chest caves in at the sadness there.

"How did the affair start?"

I try to look away, but he grips my jaw and snaps my eyes back to his.

"How did it start, Camryn?"

I'm acutely aware of my naked state. It feels wrong. The urge to cover myself borders on suffocating, but Dominic won't let me hide.

"I don't know." My voice is barely audible, but he hears it and grinds his teeth in response to the tears falling down my cheeks.

"Of course, you know."

I try to shake my head, but he digs his fingers into my jaw. "I don't know. It was like…"

"Like?"

I blink and more tears fall. "Like I was under the control of something—like we were under control."

His eyes flick between mine. Outside, the downpour transforms into light rain until it stops completely. Dominic continues watching me even as the sun peeks through the clouds.

"I don't think it's a mistake that we're here," I admit, remembering what Brittany said in the hospital. "I have this memory…"

He loosens his grip on my jaw and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I saw a doll in your father's office."

Stiffening, he pauses with his fingers on the shell of my ear.

"The same doll as the one in the attic." I raise a meaningful eyebrow.

Dominic knits his brows together in thought, then sits back in his seat, running a hand through his hair. He glances back at me—at my thighs, naked breasts, and tangled hair. His throat jumps, and I do as well when he slams his hand on the steering wheel.

"Fuck!" He trembles as he rests his elbow on the door and rubs his jaw. The scratch of his short beard is loud in the ensuing silence.

I sit up and shove my top down before bending to retrieve my shorts and panties from the footwell. Dominic says nothing while I pull them on and button them up. The lust I felt earlier is gone, replaced instead with feelings of vulnerability.

Tears burn the backs of my eyes when he continues rubbing his mouth and jaw while staring blankly ahead, as if I don't exist anymore and the moment we shared moments ago never happened.

When he finally looks at me, I don't know what to make of the haunted glaze in his eyes, but then he reaches out to palm my cheek and rubs his thumb over my skin in a soothing motion.

"Did I scare you?"

"No," I lie.

He pauses, before cupping my chin and dragging that calloused thumb over my trembling bottom lip. "I did." His clenching jaw contrasts starkly with the gentle way he caresses my mouth. "I'm sorry."

A breath escapes me. He crosses the small place and presses his lips to mine in an open-eyed kiss. There's no tongue involved, but the way his fingers tremble on my chin hooks my heart, as though he can't control his emotions.

I'm falling for this man.

"Kiss me back, Camryn."

I nip his bottom lip between my teeth and his chest vibrates as he responds, crashing his mouth harder against mine. With a final sigh, he presses his forehead to mine and whispers, "I believe you."

I'm holding my breath, I realize, when he sits back and cranks the engine. Outside, the damp air fills with exhaust fumes, but he's all I see.

When his eyes skate to me, my heart ceases to beat. I'm so screwed. Even more so when he smiles and reaches for my hand.