Chapter Twenty-Four

When I wake up the next morning, I’m in bed. Not my bed at my apartment. Not Dominic’s bed, but the bed in the spare room. My prison bed, as I like to call it. Last night felt like a fever dream. It must have been, right? There is no way all of that happened. No way I willingly fucked Zayden twice. I look down at the dark gray shirt engulfing me before lifting it to see three lines that are already beginning to heal on my inner thigh.

Okay, definitely real. I don’t suppose temporary insanity could explain away my lapse of judgment. I mean, maybe it could. That and the fight-or-flight mode that was activated with his little primal play chase game.

I force myself out of bed, noticing instantly how sore I feel between my thighs. God, he was not fucking around last night. I feel like I got fucked for hours.

While I basically hobble toward the bathroom like a newborn deer, I wince when I step inside the shower, allowing the warm water to hit my sensitive skin. I swear to God, I’m going to get a UTI if I sleep for one more fucking night full of cum.

Once I’m rinsed off, I grab the shirt I threw on the ground which, now that I look at it more closely, I recognize it as Zayden’s, before I cautiously slip out of the bedroom.

When I step into the bright kitchen, a strong smell of bacon and something sweet fills my senses. There also seems to be a brand-new vase filled with daffodils on the island, and just the sight of the beautiful flower has my heart squeezing.

A muscular back is turned to me, and when those deep brown eyes land on my own, my stomach does a little flip. He gives me a soft yet hesitant smile that makes my heart hurt. In the wake of the insane night I had, I had almost forgotten about the other morning. What I said to Dominic and how I hated myself for saying it. Obviously, I should hate him, but if I can fuck Zayden, then what’s stopping me from at least talking to Dominic, right?

“Hi,” I say softly.

“Good morning.” He nods.

I stand awkwardly in place as his eyes flick down to my shirt, his jaw clenching in response, which makes me feel like shit. I’ve never been one for good timing, either, because I’m blurting out my words in the next moment. “I slept with Zayden.”

Dominic just stares at me as I continue to speak.

“I mean, on purpose this time. Well, kind of not. The first time I was kind of against it but kinda not, and then the second time I initiated it. But I honestly think I need a lobotomy because who willingly sleeps with their stalker? Someone who wants to end up as a lampshade, that’s who.” I laugh hollowly to myself before shaking my head.

“Why are you telling me this?” Dominic asks impassively.

Something about his nonchalance bothers me, which is completely unfair and gross of me, but it does. I shrug in response, and he nods before turning around, focusing back on the food he’s cooking.

“I know.”

I frown at that. Zayden told him? What a fucking asshole. Did he come home and rub it in his brother’s face?

“I’m sorry,” I say softly.

He turns to look over his shoulder at me.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because shouldn’t I be sorry? I mean, I slept with your brother and?—”

“And you broke up with me. You’re single and free to see whomever you deem worthy.”

I look down at the floor, not sure what else to say, when suddenly Dominic is in front of me, his hand cupping my jaw and tilting my face up to his.

“Are we broken up, Blake?” he asks.

I open my mouth, not sure how to respond, as he continues.

“Because I would very much like us not to be. I would love to be able to say that you’re still mine, but I also understand that I lost that privilege, and it’s completely understandable if you choose not to see me anymore.”

I frown at that, a sour feeling twisting my stomach.

“I don’t want that.”

I feel his thumb gently brushing against my cheek as he gives me a sad smile.

“Me neither. So? Are you mine? Can we start all of this over?”

“No more lies?” I ask.

He hesitates just for a moment before he nods.

“No more lies.”

I let out a soft breath as I nod.

“I’ve missed you,” I say as his lips crush against my own.

His hands go beneath my thighs, gripping them tightly, before he lifts me into the air. I wrap my legs around his waist as he moves us to the kitchen island, setting me on the edge before dropping to his knees. He pushes up the hem of Zayden’s shirt on me until it’s bunched above my thighs. Dom’s movements falter for a moment as he stares at my inner thigh, his finger coming to the three little slits as a thunderous look crosses his face.

“He cut you?” he practically growls.

I look down at the cuts before I meet his eyes.

“Yeah.”

His jaw turns to granite.

“Did you consent?”

Did I? I mean, no. He didn’t say, “Hey, Blake. Mind if I slice and dice ya a bit?” But at the same time, I can’t deny that a small part of me kind of liked it. It was kind of a rush. The sting of the pain and the needy pleasure on his face as he did it had warring feelings mixing inside of me. Couple that with the adrenaline of what came next and the potential danger I was in, and it was an erotic encounter like I had never experienced. I never thought I would be into the whole knife play thing, and maybe I only liked it in that one moment, but there is no doubt that I did like it. Too much, probably.

“Yeah,” I answer softly, knowing that at the end of the day, he’s really checking to see if Zayden cut me to hurt me or not.

That thunderous look doesn’t leave his face, but he gives me a terse nod before he buries his face between my thighs. His tongue lashes against me in a violent way that I have never experienced before now. Without a second’s notice, he spears two fingers inside me, finger fucking me as his mouth continues its assault against my clit.

I dig my hand into his hair, mainly because, fucking hell, I need something to grab onto as he basically attacks my cunt with no sign of stopping anytime soon.

The familiar feeling begins building in me with each swipe of his tongue and move of his finger. My legs begin to quake, and my breath becomes choppy and uneven as I try to hold off my orgasm, not wanting this to be over just yet. It’s no use, though. My orgasm hits me hard. My back practically bows off the cool countertop, my screams echo through the house, and Dom doesn’t stop until I’m a limp fucking mess.

When he pulls away, for a moment, I think that he’s done. That is, until he pulls his cock out and slides into my still wet cunt, no condom in sight, as he lets out a groan of pleasure.

“What, are all the Graves brothers against condoms or something?” I rasp on a laugh.

His hand comes to the side of my ass cheek, slapping it so hard that a rip of pleasure and pain runs through me.

“He’s not going to be the only one inside you with nothing between you two. You’re mine, baby, and now I’m gonna fuck you like it.”

I nod in agreement as he snaps his hips, causing me to let out a moan as he does it again and again, finding a fast-paced, practically savage rhythm. My hands grip the edge of the countertop, doing my best not to fall off as Dom literally fucks me straight into the island.

He lifts two of his fingers up, holding them in front of my mouth.

“Suck.”

I part my lips, and he doesn’t waste a second pushing his fingers into my mouth. The taste of me springs across my tongue instantly. I’ve never minded my own taste, in fact, I kinda like it. So I have no problem wrapping my tongue around his fingers, licking and sucking on the digits, and causing him to let out a panting breath as I do.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn perfect. Come on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart while I fill your cunt up.”

I moan around his fingers as I feel my pussy clench several times before I go off again. I feel myself pulse and clench around Dom as I moan. I feel Dom release inside of me, his cock swelling before warmth fills me. He fucks me through his own orgasm, collapsing on top of me with a shaky breath.

We stay like that for several minutes, Dominic still firmly buried inside of me with no sign of pulling out before he lifts his head to look at me.

“I love you, Blake. I love you, and I can’t share you. I need you to be mine.”

My heart thuds and seizes all at once. Not sharing me is the easy part to accept. I mean, it’s not like I want to be shared. The thing with Zayden last night was obviously a mistake. It was a tension and adrenaline-fueled mistake. He’s a psychotic stalking killer. The only reason I’m even alive, no doubt, is because he has it in his head that we are destined to be together or some crap. He’s a lunatic. Dominic is the only man that I want, obviously. And he loves me?

“Really?” I ask stupidly.

He nods seriously, cupping my face the way he does.

“I love you too,” I say, meaning it instantly and feeling a flurry of something unexplainable as he smiles a genuine, wide, blissful smile before pressing his lips against my own.

When he pulls away, I smile up at him as he pulls out and begins tucking himself away. My eyes catch a shadowed figure from the corner, two bright blue orbs piercing straight into me, and a look filled with so much anger, it chills me straight to the bone.