5. Dominic

CHAPTER 5

Dominic

T he situation has gotten a little out of hand.

And it’s all because of her. Madelyn. When I saved her, I didn’t plan on doing all this. Bringing her to my home, feeding her, talking to her—that was never part of the plan. But once I had her in my grip, it was hard not to try to see just how far I could push her. How far she’d let me go. She didn’t give me much in terms of herself and her truth.

But this, right now—this might be worth so much more than that. She grows pliant in my hold, shuddering as I kiss her slowly. What I really want to do is ravage her entirely.

Every nerve in my body screams to take her, claim her, but I hold back. Not because I want to—because I have to. Something about her demands reverence, even when my blood burns for more.

My lips linger on her full, velvet ones for a second before I bite her lower lip into my mouth. When her lips part, my tongue slips inside and latches onto hers, stroking, playing.

My cock twitches and strains against my pants. Her taste, the flavor of her tongue, the way she slowly melts in my hold, everything is fucking with my head.

I shouldn’t be doing this. But I’ve already started and I can’t stop.

Her muscles eventually loosen and she starts to reciprocate the kiss with more vigor. Her hands slide up my chest, feeling along my muscles, stroking and exploring them.

When I pull away, ending the kiss, her chest rises and falls with heaving breaths. She’s staring at me with wide eyes, shock, confusion, and desire all mingling in her expression. I can relate to that. I’ve kissed women before, but it’s never felt like that.

“Why…?” she starts to ask, then stops.

Why did I stop? That’s what she really wants to ask, but she’s trying not to seem desperate. It’s cute. I lift my hand up to her hair, fisting the dark strands. The air is between us is charged, crackling with so much energy. I look into those green eyes and huff out a breath.

“Last chance to back out, Madelyn,” I say, which is unlike me.

“I already told you to fuck me, Dominic,” she returns.

She’s right. So why the hell am I still giving her a chance to back out?

Maybe because you don’t want to ruin her. And you know you will.

Shut the fuck up , I say to the voice in my mind. My jaw tightens and I realize my control is a thin thread that’s this close to snapping. I never lose control, but when she looks up at me, I find myself wanting to devour every inch of her.

“Take off your dress,” I order.

She hesitates for a second before reaching for the hem and slowly pulling off the black dress that molds to her body. My eyes trail over every inch of her and her sexy curves. Her round, perky tits are encased in a blue bra. I contemplate taking it off and sucking her nipples into my mouth, but then I’ve got a better idea.

“Get on your knees,” I say gruffly.

She blinks. “What?”

“Don’t make me say it again, Madelyn.”

She narrows her eyes, and I think she’s going to say no and leave. I can see the internal battle waging inside of her. She’s not used to being spoken to like this. Submissiveness probably doesn’t come easily to her. But instead of walking away, she reaches behind her, grabs a cushion off the couch, and tosses it down in front of me. My lips twitch with amusement when she slowly lowers herself to her knees on the cushion.

“I have sensitive knees,” she says in explanation.

“I see,” I murmur. “Now take my cock out, gorgeous.”

Her eyes gleam with anticipation. She wants to do this, I can see it in her eyes. My cock jerks when she unfastens my slacks and her fingers brush over it. I’ve been imagining her full, pouty lips wrapped around me since she asked to share a drink earlier. Once my pants falls down, she releases my cock from my boxer briefs and bites her bottom lip.

You like that, don’t you, Flowers?

Fisting my girth, she starts to work me up and down. A drop of pre-cum glistens on my tip. Her mouth opens and her tongue draws a warm trail from my base to my crown.

“Fuck, you have no idea how you look right now,” I groan. Her tits are pushed up and rounded in that bra she still has on, showing off the creamy mounds.

I want to rip it off her, and I will eventually. She clenches her thighs together, gliding her palm over me one more time. And then she opens her mouth and paints her tongue with my tip, back and forth, slurping it like an ice cream cone. A wicked smile crosses her lips when I jerk.

Looks like I’ve got a tease on my hands. I tilt her chin toward me and push her bottom lip with my thumb.

“How about you open up that sexy mouth?”

Her eyes darken and she whispers the word “fine” before her lips wrap around my cock, filling her mouth. She pushes deeper and a rumble works its way up my throat. She’s a vision on her knees. When she looks up at me with those green eyes, my heart stutters.

I cup her face and stroke her cheek with my thumb. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Madelyn. Brace yourself.”

Her thighs squeeze tight and she releases a moan that reverberates around my dick. I peer down at her full breasts and watch as they heave every time she twists her grip and sucks, adding more lubrication.

“Tap my leg twice if it’s too much. Show me,” I command.

She looks up. Then does as asked.

“Good girl.”

She hums and I glimpse the hunger in her eyelids before they flutter closed. I reach down to brace my hand in her hair, gripping it tight before I slowly guide my cock even further inside her mouth, until I’m skimming the back of her throat. Pulling away, she leaves only the tip in her mouth and inhales through her nose. She nuzzles to push me deeper and angles herself to accept all of me.

Fucking hell.

“That’s it. There you go, like that,” I praise.

When she sucks in a breath, I thrust into her mouth as deep as I can go and hold her there for a couple of seconds. Her temples and cheeks turn rosy as the oxygen burns up in her lungs. When I feel her grunt against me with a single slap to my leg, I release her and pull away from her lips.

She licks her lips and even beams up at me. “Do it again.”

Fuck. She’s like my very own special brand of crazy. No girl’s ever sucked me off as good as she’s doing right now.

“Relax your jaw. Deep breath,” I tell her.

She nods once in understanding. Once I’m sure she’s done that, I tug back on her hair, bobbing her mouth over me a couple of times to let her get another breath of air through her nose. Her tits bounce as I glide in and out, and that combined with the shine in her eyes, the welling tears in them… everything’s messing with my mind.

She moans, shooting waves of pleasure from my core, urging me to quicken my pace. I pick up my speed, fucking her mouth hard and fast.

“You’re taking me so well. Such a good girl,” I praise as she takes me in like a champ.

A muffled whimper sends a shiver through me. She spreads her knees, and one of her hands falls and disappears between her thighs.

“No.” I stop her movements by wrenching her head back. “I’m the only one who gets to make you come, Madelyn.”

She glares up at me, obviously not happy with that.

I smirk. “Alright, get up.”

My cock’s not happy with the abrupt end to the blowjob, but I’d rather come with her writhing under me anyway. She rises to her feet with on shaky legs. She’s a mess—her hair is ruffled and there’s drool on the side of her mouth—but I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. As soon as she’s up, I cup her pussy through her panties.

“You want to come?” I ask, my thumb running between her folds, spreading the moisture around.

“Obviously,” she pants.

I place a small slap between her legs. “How about you beg for it?”

She rolls her eyes. “How about no, tyrant? If you can’t do it, I’ll get myself off.”

I smirk before lifting her up. Her legs wrap around me as I carry her into the bedroom. I drop her onto the thick fluffy comforter and slowly unbutton my shirt. Her eyes track my every movement, widening slightly when they land on my naked chest. I’m guessing she likes the view. It’s a sentiment I can relate to.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hotter sight than her in her bra and panties.

“Ready to beg?” I ask.

She scowls. “No.”

And then she’s reaching for her pussy, pushing her panties aside to slip a finger inside. I growl deep in my throat before crawling on to the bed and wrenching her finger away.

“Don’t piss me off, Madelyn. You said you wanted this,” I remind her.

“I do want this,” she mutters.

“Then beg.”

Her chest rises and falls and she squirms beneath me, trying to get me to release my hold on her wrist. When it becomes clear I’m not going to budge, she huffs out a breath.

“Fine, please,” she says quietly.

“Please what?”

Her eyes meet mine in a glare. “Please make me come, Dominic. Happy?”

“I’ll fuck the attitude out of you later,” I inform her. “But first…”

She gasps when I push her onto her back. I slide her panties down her legs to reveal her pale, pink glistening pussy. She gasps again when my tongue darts against her clit. I slowly thrust into her opening, devouring her pussy like I’ve wanted to all night.

“Oh God,” Madelyn groans throatily.

She shamelessly rides my face, rocking back and forth. Her hand is in my hair, gripping and pulling on the strands. Her moans fill the air, and it doesn’t take long before her release coats my tongue. She comes with a strangled scream before falling back onto the bed. I rise, licking her arousal from the corners of my mouth.

Hmm. She tastes like an aphrodisiac.

Madelyn watches me, her expression spent and sated, from her position on the bed. And yet I can still see desire brewing in the depths of her eyes. She’s staring at my cock, which is still hard.

“Patience, beautiful. I’ll fuck you in a minute,” I assure her.

I kneel on the bed, straddling her thighs. My hands move from her thick dark hair to her delicate neck. She helps me take off her bra, allowing her full breasts to fill my hand. Her peaked nipples rise with each breath. They grow harder when I rub my thumb over them, twisting and toying with each rosy bud.

“Fuck,” she breathes when I lean down and bite down on one hard nipple.

I suck away the sting immediately, repeating the process with her other breast. Her fingers are still threaded into my hair, her nails running over my scalp. I brace myself on my elbows, leaning back so I don’t crush her. Her hands find my neck, and she brings my mouth to hers. I lick the seam of her lips, coaxing her open with my tongue, allowing her to taste her arousal.

“Fuck me, Dominic,” she pleads against my lips in that breathless, raspy voice.

I sit up to reach into my nightstand, grabbing a condom packet. I make quick work of tearing the wrapper and rolling it onto my cock.

“Last chance to back out?” I throw out.

She simply rolls her eyes in reply. I smile before bending her knees and lifting her calves, separating them so I’m kneeling between her thighs. I grip my cock, leisurely stroking it in my fist. She watches with eager eyes as it slides between her inner lips and over her swollen nub, drawing a soft moan from her. I grasp her hip in one hand and nudge at her entrance before slowly sinking into her until she’s filled with every inch of me.

My heart thuds in my chest as our gazes meet and it’s too intimate. Then her eyes moves downward, resting on a pale thin scar right above my heart. I grit my teeth, pulling out of her. She squeals when I whirl her around so she’s on her front. It’s much better that way. I don’t need to see the questions in her eyes and I especially don’t need to be looking into them.

“Ass up, sweetheart,” I prompt.

As soon as she lifts her ass in the air, I drive into her. She screams, and I pull out before drilling back into her with long strokes, repeating the motion several times.

“Fuck, you’re so deep,” she exhales.

“And you’re taking every inch so well.” She clenches around me and I groan. “Go on, come for me, baby.”

I plunge into her over and over again until she gasps, crying out as she comes. Her entire body shudders with her release. I continue thrusting into her from behind, reveling in the way her pussy grips my cock like a vise. The crack of my hand on her ass fills the room, and she grits her teeth and turns behind her to shoot me a look, daring me to do it again.

I give her a look of my own before slapping her ass again. “I told you I’d spank you, Madelyn.”

Her pussy is still taking my slow, unhurried strokes. I can feel my orgasm building inside of me, rushing through me like a freight train. I slap her ass one more time, drawing a moan from her, and then the room is filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh as I increase the speed of my fucking. My movements are more erratic as I grab her hips and hammer into her, chasing my release.

I watch until she detonates around my cock one more time before I stiffen. My eyes fall shut as I come with a loud groan. Breathing hard, I slowly pull out of her and lean away so I don’t crush her with my weight. She practically collapses as soon as I’m out of her, falling onto the bed. She slowly turns around so she’s facing me.

I watch her curiously, waiting for my heart rate to return to normal. She’s staring at me like she can’t comprehend what just happened.

“That was…” She trails off, blowing out a breath.

I climb out of the bed, running a hand through my hair. She continues to lie there, naked, her skin glistening with sweat. And somehow, she still looks fucking beautiful.

I swallow. “You should take a shower.”

She shakes her head. “No, thanks. I’m good.”

I arch an eyebrow. She’s probably sore as hell right now after all that, but I need to get out of this room before I do something I’ll regret. Like fuck her again. Especially when I know she can’t take it.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower,” I tell her, walking toward the black door in my room without waiting for her acknowledgment.

I’m not sure how long I spend underneath the showerhead, icy-cold water blasting down on me. When I finally step out about fifteen minutes later, she’s gone. I growl deep in my throat as I step out of the room, looking for traces of her in the living room, but there’s nothing. All her clothes, her bag, everything’s gone.

Anger pulses through me. It’s five in the fucking morning. Where the hell did she go?

I head back into my bedroom to get dressed, pulling on my boxer briefs and a shirt. Which is when my gaze falls on a bright pink sticky note attached to my nightstand. Her handwriting is horrendous, but I’m able to make out the barely legible words she scribbled on it.

You’re probably going to be mad. I’m sorry, but I had to leave. I had a lot of fun, though. Thank you again for saving me earlier. Goodbye, Dominic. Hopefully we never run into each other again. Sincerely, your one-night stand, Madelyn.

I scoff, crunching the paper in my hand before dropping it back onto the table.

My fists clench as I storm across my apartment toward the locked door to my security room. I punch in the code and the door opens to reveal several monitors all displaying various important feeds. Most of the cameras are placed in strategic places so I can watch over members of the mafia. There’s one in front of the Don’s house and other important members of the table, as well.

I head over to the closest one and, with the click of a couple of keys, I’m able to hack into all the security cameras between here and Madelyn’s home. I watch as she calls a cab in front of my apartment building. She’s smoothed out her hair and put on all her clothes but I can still make out a slight limp as she walks into the cab.

My attention is fixed on the screens, watching to make sure she arrives at her home. She does so in under thirty minutes, and once I’ve ascertained that she’s safely inside, I get to my feet and walk out of the room.

She thinks she can away from me? She’s sorely mistaken.

Sincerely, my one-night stand?

My lips curve up in a smirk. She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into. I warned her, though. I told her she was going to regret it. And I plan on fulfilling that promise.