- D O M I N I C • P O V -
She was shaking.
Not violently. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But I did. I noticed everything about her.
The way her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress like she needed something to anchor her. The way her breathing went shallow the longer we sat there. The way her knees were pressed together, tight, like she was bracing herself.
Her body was small in the passenger seat. Too small. Swallowed by leather, heat, and my presence.
And fuck-
that dress.
Black. Simple. Hugging her in all the wrong ways. The kind of dress a man like me shouldn't be allowed to look at for too long. The kind that made my control feel thin.
The more she pulled away from me, the worse it got.
I hated that pull.
Hated that wanting her felt like losing ground.
But I couldn't stop it.
I didn't touch her at first. I didn't dare. Because I knew the second I did, I wouldn't stop.
"You're shaking," I said quietly.
She stiffened. "I'm not."
Liar.
I turned toward her slowly, deliberately, so she could feel the shift in the air. But instead of pulling her into my lap and burying myself inside her like I wanted to, I let my fingers brushed her chin-barely there-tilting her face just enough that I could see her eyes.
Wide. Guarded. Afraid.
Not of me.
Of herself.
"You felt it," I murmured.
She tensed. "Felt what?"
I smirked. "What we did that night. How fucking good it was."
She inhaled sharply. "It was a mistake."
I chuckled darkly, shaking my head. "Mistake?" I leaned in, my voice a rasp. "That tight little pussy wrapped around me, milking my cock, making you shake so hard you couldn't even fucking breathe? That was a mistake?"
She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. "Dominic, stop-"
I grabbed her wrist, forcing her to look at me. "Say it." My voice was low, commanding. "Say you didn't like it."
Her lips trembled.
She didn't say anything.
Because she couldn't.
Because she fucking knew.
"That's what I thought," I muttered, releasing her.
She exhaled shakily, pulling away from me. "It doesn't matter."
My jaw tightened. "The fuck it doesn't."
She shook her head slowly, like she was trying to convince herself more than me. "Nothing changed, Dominic."
Everything in me stilled.
"What are you talking about."
Her eyes lifted to mine, and there was something different in them now.
Not softness.
Distance.
"That marriage of yours," she said quietly. "It's real."
My expression hardened. "It isn't."
"Yes, it is."
The words hit harder than anything else she'd ever said to me.
"She was standing there," Raven continued, her voice trembling but steady enough to cut. "Looking at you like she had the right to."
My hands curled into fists at my sides.
"She doesn't."
"But she does," Raven whispered. "Because she's your wife."
The word snapped something inside my chest.
"I don't belong to her."
"But you're tied to her," she shot back. "Whether you like it or not."
Silence fell heavy.
Suffocating.
"And I'm not going to be..." she swallowed, forcing the words out, "...whatever it is you want me to be."
My voice dropped. Dangerous. "And what the fuck do you think that is."
Her gaze didn't waver this time.
"Someone you keep on the side," she said. "Someone you touch when it's convenient. Someone you don't have to choose."
Something violent moved through me.
"I already chose."
"No," she said immediately. "You didn't."
My chest rose and fell slowly, rage and something worse mixing together.
"You went home to her," she continued. "You live a life with her. The world sees you with her."
I lean in.
She didn't move.
"I don't live anything with her."
"But you exist with her," Raven said. "And that's enough."
My control started to crack.
"I'm not going to be the girl who pretends that doesn't matter."
"You think you're on the side?" I asked, my voice low and shaking with something I couldn't contain anymore.
"I know I would be."
"No," I snapped.
She flinched.
Good.
Because I needed her to understand.
"You think she has me?" I demanded. "You think she knows me? You think she gets this?" I gestured between us, my breathing uneven now. "She doesn't have a fucking clue who I am."
"That doesn't change the fact that she's your wife."
"I don't give a fuck about that title!"
My voice echoed through the car.
She went still.
But she didn't take it back.
Didn't fix it.
Didn't soften it.
And that's what made me lose it.
I grabbed the back of her seat, leaning closer, my voice dropping into something raw. Uncontrolled.
"You think I brought you down here to make you my secret?" I asked.
She didn't answer.
So I answered for her.
"I brought you down here because you're the only thing in my life that's real."
Her breath caught.
"You think this is convenient for me?" I continued, my voice quieter now but far more dangerous. "You think I planned this? You think I wanted to look at you and not be able to walk away?"
Her lips parted, but nothing came out.
"I don't let people matter," I said. "I don't let people get close enough to ruin me."
I leaned closer.
"But you did."
Silence.
Heavy.
Final.
"And you think you can just decide it's over?" I asked.
Her voice came out small.
"I'm trying to protect myself."
Something dark and possessive twisted inside my chest.
"Too late."
Her eyes widened slightly.
My voice dropped to a whisper.
"You already let me have you."
She stopped breathing.
"And I don't give things back, Raven."
I leaned in, letting my lips ghost over her ear. "You belong to me now, Raven."
She inhaled sharply. "I-I don't-"
"You do."
She shivered.
And that was enough.
For now.
But I'd make sure she fucking knew it.
Knew that she wasn't running from me.
Knew that the second I got my hands on her again, I wasn't letting go.
I broke first.
I hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap in one sharp motion.
She gasped, breath leaving her like I'd knocked the air from her lungs. Her hands flew to my chest, not pushing-just bracing-as her body settled against mine.
Fuck.
Her thighs straddling me as her soft curves pressed flush against my chest. The black dress she was wearing had ridden up, baring smooth, golden thighs that made my cock throb.
Fuck. She felt so good.
Her blonde hair was up in a high bun, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. She was so fucking beautiful. Too beautiful. And she had no idea what she did to me.
Her hands landed on my shoulders, hesitant. "Dominic-"
I cut her off by gripping her hips and pressing her down harder against me, making sure she felt exactly how much I wanted her.
She inhaled sharply, her body stiffening.
Good.
I kept my grip firm, tilting my head to study her. "You feel that?" My voice was low, rough.
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
I smirked. "That's what you do to me, Raven." My fingers slid up, tracing the bare skin of her thighs, squeezing just enough to make her breath hitch. "Every time you're near me, I want to fucking ruin you."
Her nails dug into my shoulders. "We... we can't-"
I leaned in, brushing my lips over the shell of her ear. "Why not?"
She whimpered. A soft, helpless sound.
That was all I needed.
My hand slipped under her dress, fingertips grazing up the inside of her thigh. She tensed, her breath hitching, but she didn't stop me.
I let my fingers ghost higher, barely touching her, teasing, dragging out the moment. She squirmed in my lap, her thighs clenching, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.
"Dominic," she pleaded, her voice trembling.
"Say it," I commanded, my lips brushing over her jaw. "Tell me you want me to stop."
She swallowed hard. I could feel her pulse hammering beneath my fingertips. She was on the edge. So fucking close to breaking.
I slid my fingers higher, tracing the lace of her panties, pressing just enough to make her whimper. "Tell me," I murmured, my voice dark, full of promise.
She didn't say a word.
She just whimpered again, soft and needy, her hips arching slightly into my touch.
That was all the confirmation I needed.
I gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at me. "You don't want me to stop," I said, my voice dripping with certainty. "Do you?"
She froze, eyes wide, chest rising fast. I leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away.
She didn't.
She looked at me instead.
And I saw it-the fight draining out of her, the want she hated herself for, the way she was already lost.
My lips brushed hers.
Barely a touch. A question.
She answered it.
Her mouth moved against mine before she could stop herself, soft at first, hesitant-then real. God, it was real. Like she'd been holding this back for too long and it slipped through the cracks.
I deepened it instinctively, one hand sliding up her back, anchoring her there.
Then she pulled away, breathless, flushed, eyes shining.
"No," she said quickly, shaking her head. "This is wrong."
Her voice cracked.
I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing her in like oxygen. "Don't," I said, and it came out rough. "Don't stop it now."
The words surprised even me.
I never begged. Never pleaded.
But this-
she-
had me wrecked.
"Please," I murmured, quieter now. Honest. "Just... don't."
Her body was warm against mine. Too perfect. Too right. I could feel her hesitate, feel the way her resistance softened instead of hardened.
Her face changed.
Not surrender.
Not yet.
But something close.
And when her expression softened, just a little-
I knew I was already gone.
With a low growl, I crushed my mouth against hers again, swallowing her gasp as I deepened the kiss, my hands claiming every inch of her.
She wasn't running from me anymore.
She was mine.
And I was going to make damn sure she never forgot it.
Raven was still trembling, her breath uneven, her body tense beneath my touch. But she didn't pull away.
She never did.
Even when she ran, even when she pushed, she always came back. Because she felt it-the pull between us. The way it consumed, the way it burned.
And fuck, it burned.
My fingers traced her thigh, barely skimming the hem of her sundress. It had ridden up slightly from the way she was sitting, revealing more of her smooth, golden skin. My gaze darkened, traveling up the length of her exposed legs, up to the soft swell of her hips.
My fingers curled around the fabric of her dress, dragging it up slowly, exposing her inch by inch.
Her breath hitched as more of her thighs were revealed, then the curve of her ass-then, fuck-
Red.
A red thong. But this one wasn't just any thong-it had delicate lace designs, intricate patterns swirling over the sheer fabric, teasing me with glimpses of what was underneath.
My cock hardened instantly.
She had no idea what that color did to me.
Red was danger. Red was power. Red was blood, war, dominance.
And she wore it like she fucking knew.
"You really have a thing for red, don't you?" I murmured, running my knuckles along the lace.
She let out a shaky breath, her thighs squeezing together.
"You like it," she whispered.
I chuckled darkly. "Like it?" My fingers hooked into the side of her thong, tugging it slightly before letting it snap back against her skin. She gasped. "I fucking love it."
I grabbed her waist suddenly, pulling her closer on my lap with one sharp movement. She let out a startled gasp, her hands landing on my shoulders to steady herself.
"Dominic-"
"Shh," I cut her off, my lips brushing against her ear as my hands gripped her hips, pressing her down against the bulge in my pants.
She shuddered, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her thighs squeezing against me.
Her dress was bunched up around her waist now, her lace-covered ass sitting perfectly in my lap, tempting me to rip the damn thing off.
I ran my palm up her back, slowly, deliberately, letting her feel the weight of my touch. Then, without warning-
Smack.
A sharp slap against her ass.
She gasped, her back arching slightly.
I did it again, groaning at the way her skin reddened beneath my palm.
"You're shaking," I taunted, dragging my lips down her neck, inhaling her scent. "You like that?"
She didn't answer, but her body did.
Before I could stop myself, I shifted.
Lifted her from my lap like she weighed nothing.
She gasped as I set her down in the passenger seat, her breath uneven, eyes green and unfocused. I stepped back, forcing space between us-needing it and hating it at the same time.
Needing her more.
I moved into the back seat, my body tight with restraint, every nerve screaming. The air inside the car felt thick, charged, like it might snap.
Fuck.
My cock was so fucking hard. The moment I pulled it out, the thick, long shit slapped up-Raven gasped.
Her gaze followed me.
Every move.
I reached for her again, hauling her back toward me, and the second she was in my arms, she made a sound-soft, broken-that went straight through me.
I slid my hand between her thighs, rubbing my fingers over the lace, feeling the heat, the wetness already seeping through.
"So fucking wet for me," I growled.
She whimpered, shifting slightly, pressing into my touch.
And then, before she could even process what was happening, I moved.
Slid her thong to the side.
And slammed into her.
A loud, broken moan tore from her lips as her nails dug into my shoulders.
"H-How the hell did you-" She choked on a gasp, her walls fluttering around me, squeezing, gripping.
I groaned, my head falling back for a brief second, the pleasure hitting me like a fucking truck.
"I pulled your little thong to the side," I rasped, thrusting up hard, forcing another whimper out of her.
A low, shuddering moan ripped from her throat as she clung to me, her body stretching around me, taking me so perfectly I nearly lost my goddamn mind.
"So fucking tight," I groaned, my hands gripping her ass, pulling her down harder. "This pussy was made for me."
She whimpered, her walls pulsing around me, her fingers tangling in my hair. "D-Dominic..."
I lifted her, then slammed her back down, making her cry out, her nails raking down my back through my shirt. I didn't stop. I couldn't.
She felt too fucking good.
That perfect, tight heat wrapped around me, squeezing me, dragging me deeper into insanity.
I slapped her ass. Hard.
Fuck, she was tight.
So fucking tight, so warm, so wet, her body sucking me in like it was made for me.
"Shit," I growled, gripping her waist harder, dragging her down onto my cock over and over. "You feel so fucking good."
She whimpered, her hands sliding up into my hair, gripping it tight.
I slammed into her again, hitting deeper, making her cry out.
"Dominic-"
I groaned at the way she moaned my name, the way her body trembled every time I filled her.
"You're gonna ride me," I ordered, grabbing her ass, squeezing hard before delivering another sharp slap. "Show me how much you fucking missed me."
She let out a broken whimper, then slowly, shakily, began to move.
Up.
Down.
Grinding her hips, rolling them, making my cock throb with how perfectly she was working herself on me.
"Fuck, that's it," I gritted out, grabbing her hips, guiding her. "Keep going."
She whimpered again, moving faster, bouncing on my lap, her ass slapping against my thighs, making me groan so fucking loud. I didn't give a shit-no one was here to hear.
She was making me lose control.
"Look at you," I murmured, watching the way her head tilted back, her lips parting, her body completely unraveling for me. "You're so fucking beautiful."
Her breath was ragged, her fingers trembling against my chest.
And then she did something that completely wrecked me.
She leaned back slightly, grabbed onto my shoulders for support, and started shaking her ass-grinding down, rolling her hips in deep, slow circles, driving me absolutely fucking insane.
"Fuck," I moaned, my grip tightening on her.
She was riding me like she was made for it.
Like she wanted to ruin me.
Her ass bounced, her pussy gripping me so tight I couldn't hold back the deep, guttural moan that tore from my throat.
"Fucking hell, Raven."
She was a mess-moaning, gasping, shaking as she moved.
"You like this?" I rasped, gripping her hips, guiding her. "Like riding my cock, letting me stretch you open?"
She moaned louder, her head falling back.
"You feel so-so fucking good," she whimpered, her voice breaking on the words.
I gritted my teeth, my grip tightening. "You're gonna make me lose my fucking mind."
She didn't stop. She didn't slow down. She moved faster, harder, her breath hitching, her moans growing louder, needier.
And fuck, I was unraveling.
The sound of her moans, the way she felt around me-it was too much. I was drowning in her, lost in the way she clung to me, the way her body took me in, squeezing, pulling, milking every last bit of control from me.
I slammed her down one last time, burying myself so deep inside her I could feel every pulse, every twitch, every goddamn tremor of pleasure running through her.
Her body seized, her mouth falling open in a silent scream before a loud, broken moan tore from her lips.
She came hard.
So hard I felt it everywhere.
Her pussy clenched around me, sucking me deeper, dragging me over the edge right along with her.
I groaned-loud, raw, desperate-as I came, my fingers digging into her hips, holding her against me, making her take every last bit of it.
She collapsed against my chest, breathless, trembling.
I held her, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling, our bodies still locked together.
I should say something.
But I couldn't.
Because there were no words for this.
For the way she felt.
For the way she made me fucking need her.
Her body was mine now.
I'd ruined her for anyone else.
And fuck, she had ruined me too.
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