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She bit her lip.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
And everything in me went still.
My eyes dropped to her mouth, watching the way her teeth sank into the soft flesh, watching the way her chest rose as she breathed through it.
She knew what she was doing.
She fucking knew.
For two weeks she had said no.
Two weeks of distance.
Two weeks of pretending she didn't feel this.
Pretending I didn't own every reaction her body gave me.
I fucked her in my car. Twice.
She came apart for me.
She clung to me.
She said my name like it belonged to her.
And she still said no.
My jaw flexed.
My hand tightened on her thigh, fingers pressing harder without thinking.
Then she did it again.
That small, dangerous bite of her lip.
A tease.
A challenge.
My lips twitched.
Not a smile.
Something darker.
Something worse.
My eyes locked onto hers, and I saw it then.
She wasn't afraid.
She was testing me.
God help her.
Something inside me snapped.
Not loudly.
Not visibly.
But it broke all the same.
She had no idea what she was playing with.
No idea what it took for me to hold back from her.
No idea how close I was to losing the last piece of control I had left.
My hand moved from her thigh to her jaw, gripping it, forcing her to look at me fully.
"Careful," I said quietly.
Too quietly.
The kind of quiet that carried violence inside it.
My thumb dragged across her lower lip, freeing it from her teeth.
Her breath hitched.
But she didn't look away.
Didn't stop.
Didn't submit.
That was her mistake.
My forehead lowered to hers, my voice dropping into something darker.
"You don't get to tease me," I said.
Not after everything.
Not after denying me.
Not after letting me have her and pretending it meant nothing.
My grip tightened slightly.
Not enough to hurt.
Enough to remind.
"You've been saying no for two weeks," I murmured. "And now you want to play with me?"
My lips brushed hers.
Barely.
A warning.
"You don't get to decide when I stop."
She bit her lip again.
And I lost it.
Not loudly.
Not visibly.
But inside-
I was gone.
My hand moved fast, gripping her jaw, forcing her mouth open, forcing her to stop hiding behind that dangerous little tease.
Her breath hitched.
Her eyes widened.
But she didn't look away.
She never looked away.
"You think this is funny?" I asked, my voice low. Rough.
She swallowed.
Her thighs shifted beneath me.
My forehead dropped to hers, my breathing heavier now, my control hanging by threads that were already snapping.
"You said no," I murmured.
My lips brushed hers.
"You pushed me away."
Another brush.
"You made me watch you walk away from me."
Her breathing turned uneven.
Mine was worse.
My hand slid down her throat, not choking, but holding, feeling the way she trembled beneath me.
"And now," I said quietly, "you're biting your lip like you want me to lose control."
Her chest rose sharply.
She didn't deny it.
Didn't fight me.
Didn't stop me.
Her fingers curled into my shirt instead.
That was it.
That was all it took.
My mouth crashed into hers, harder this time, deeper, punishing and claiming all at once. She gasped into me, her body arching, betraying every lie she told herself.
Mine.
She was mine.
My hand slid down her thigh, gripping hard enough to make her gasp again, and I felt it-the way her body reacted, the way she melted even as she whispered no.
She didn't mean it.
She never meant it.
My lips moved to her jaw, her neck, my voice dark against her skin.
"You don't get to tease me," I whispered.
My hand tightened on her thigh.
"You don't get to pretend you don't want this."
Her nails dug into me.
Her breathing shattered.
Her lip trembled beneath mine.
Not from fear.
From something worse.
Reality.
Her fingers pressed weakly against my chest.
"Dominic..." she whispered.
My name broke coming out of her mouth.
I didn't move.
Didn't want to.
Her eyes dropped between us, to where our bodies were too close, too tangled, too dangerous.
"We can't keep doing this," she said.
It cracked.
Fragile.
Like it hurt her to say it.
My jaw tightened.
My thumb slid into the edge of her blonde hair, stroking it back gently. Possessively.
"You're already too deep, baby girl," I murmured.
Her throat moved as she swallowed.
Her eyes shifted away from mine.
That alone pissed me off.
Because she never looked away. "Please," she whispered. "Get off of me."
It wasn't loud.
Wasn't strong.
But it was enough.
I froze.
My nostrils flared as I stared down at her, searching her face for the lie.
For the hesitation.
For anything that would give me permission to ignore it.
But she just lay there.
Small.
Breathing hard.
Vulnerable.
My jaw clenched harder.
And I pushed off the bed.
Fast.
Too fast.
My hand went straight into my hair, gripping it as I turned away from her, pacing the room like a caged animal. My chest rose and fell heavily, anger and restraint clawing through me at the same time.
Fuck.
My fingers dropped from my hair and went straight to my shirt. I didn't unbutton it. I tore it open.
Buttons ripped free violently, snapping off and flying across the room, clattering sharply against the marble floor like gunshots in the silence.
The sound echoed.
My chest heaved as the shirt hung open for half a second before I ripped it off completely and threw it aside. It hit the floor somewhere behind me, forgotten. Useless.
Cool air hit my skin, but it did nothing to calm the heat raging beneath it.
I leaned back against the wall, my head pressing into it as my abs flexed hard with every heavy breath, my chest rising and falling, muscles tight, veins visible beneath my skin.
And she was staring at me.
I could feel it.
Her green eyes locked onto me like she couldn't look away. Like she didn't want to.
My gaze dropped to her slowly.
She was sitting on the bed now.
Small.
Silent.
Watching me like she was trying to understand the war happening inside me.
Then-
She stood.
My eyes narrowed instantly.
Every muscle in my body went tighter.
Her hands moved to the hem of her dress.
And she pulled it up.
Slowly.
Too slowly.
My breathing stopped.
The black fabric slid over her thighs... her hips... her stomach...
Until it disappeared completely.
Leaving her in red lace.
The same red lace I'd already ruined in the car.
My jaw tightened.
I couldn't look away.
Any other woman doing this would've meant
nothing.
Nothing.
But her?
Her doing this?
It felt like war.
A deep groan left my lips, my cock already straining against my pants at the sight of her. Her curves, her smooth skin, the way the lace hugged her body like it was made just for me to tear apart-it was enough to drive a man insane.
My hands clenched into fists, forcing myself not to reach for her just yet.
Her body moved toward me, each step deliberate. Controlled.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
My teeth sank into my lower lip without me realizing it.
She stopped inches away.
Close enough that I could feel her heat.
Close enough that I could reach out.
But I didn't.
Didn't trust myself to.
Her head tilted slightly.
Her voice was soft.
Deadly.
"You can look," she whispered.
My chest rose sharply.
Her fingers brushed lightly over my chest-but didn't stay.
"But you can't touch."
A deep, dangerous sound left my throat.
She had no idea what she was doing to me.
Or maybe she did.
My eyes locked onto hers, dark and warning.
"You sure you wanna do that, Raven?" I asked quietly.
She hummed.
Like she was thinking about it.
Like she wasn't standing in front of me wearing sin itself.
"Mhm."
That was it.
The last thread snapped.
I pushed off the wall and grabbed her, pinning her against it in one swift movement, my hand braced beside her head, my body towering over hers.
Her gasp hit my mouth.
My lips hovered near her ear.
"I don't play games," I murmured.
My voice dropped lower.
More dangerous.
"But if you wanna test me..."
My jaw tightened.
"...you better be ready to lose."
"Then prove it."
For a second-
I just stared at her.
And then a dark, disbelieving laugh left my mouth.
Low.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
Not amused.
Not even close.
My head tilted slightly as I looked down at her, my eyes scanning her face like I was trying to understand what the fuck she was doing.
"You really don't know when to stop, do you?" I murmured.
She had just begged me to get off of her.
Her voice shaking.
Her body trembling.
And now-
Now she was standing here in red lace, challenging me.
Testing me.
Playing with something she didn't understand.
Fire.
My jaw tightened, the muscle ticking hard as my expression lost every trace of softness.
Every trace of restraint.
My face went still.
Cold.
Serious.
Her throat moved as she swallowed.
She saw it.
She felt it.
The shift.
I stepped closer.
Not touching her.
Not yet.
But close enough that she had to tilt her head back to keep looking at me.
Close enough that my presence swallowed hers completely.
"You want me to prove it?" I asked quietly.
My voice wasn't loud.
Didn't need to be.
It was worse that way.
Controlled.
Her breathing picked up.
But she didn't step away.
Didn't run.
My hand lifted slowly, brushing a strand of her blonde hair away from her face before trailing down the side of her neck.
Light.
Almost gentle.
The opposite of what was coming.
My thumb pressed beneath her chin, forcing her to face me.
"You should've stayed away from me," I murmured.
My voice wasn't loud.
It didn't need to be.
"Because now," I continued, my eyes locking onto hers, "I'm not stopping."
Her breath hitched.
"You should've run when you still could."
And for the first time since she opened that dangerous mouth of hers-
She didn't have anything to say.
I crashed my lips onto hers, swallowing the small moan that slipped from her mouth. My hands roamed down her body, grabbing at her thighs, her waist, her ass-claiming her. I didn't just touch her. I owned her.
And she was so fucking soft. So warm.
I ripped the red panties off of her, my patience nonexistent at this point.
My cock was throbbing, aching to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around me, drenched and desperate.
I didn't waste time. I picked her up and threw her onto the bed, climbing over her instantly, pinning her beneath me as I smashed my lips into hers again.
Her breathing turned erratic.
Her lips were swollen from my kisses.
Her eyes hazy.
Hungry.
I pulled back slowly, my mouth hovering just inches from hers, my chest rising and falling harder than I wanted it to.
My control was hanging by a thread.
A thread that had started fraying the moment she told me to prove it.
My hands moved to my pants, shoving them down along with my black Calvin Kline boxers freeing myself in one sharp motion. Without breaking eye contact.
My cock sprang free instantly, heavy, thick, and painfully hard, slapping hard against my tattooed abs with a loud, sharp sound that filled the room.
The impact pulsed through me.
I felt it.
Felt the weight of it.
The ache.
The need.
Raven gasped.
Not quiet.
Not shy.
Her green eyes dropped immediately, wide and hungry as they locked onto me. She didn't even try to hide it. Her breathing turned uneven, her chest rising faster as she stared.
My gaze followed hers.
The evidence of earlier was still there.
Dried cum clung around the tip and along my shaft, mine and hers mixed together, a reminder of what I'd already done to her.
What she'd already taken. What she still wasn't free from. A dark smirk pulled at my mouth.
She saw it.
All of it.
And she was still looking.
Still watching like she wanted more.
My eyes lifted back to hers, darker now, harder.
She had no idea what she'd just unleashed.
My tongue dragged slowly across my lower lip as I climbed back onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight as I moved toward her.
"You were saying?" I taunted, rubbing the tip of my cock along her soaked entrance, teasing her the way she thought she could tease me.
She whimpered, her hips bucking against me. "Dominic, please-"
That was all I needed to hear.
I thrust into her in one deep stroke, stretching her, filling her completely. A loud moan tore through her lips, her back arching off the bed as she clenched around me.
"Fuck," I groaned, my forehead pressing against hers. She was so goddamn tight, gripping me like she never wanted me to leave.
I didn't give her time to adjust. I pulled back and slammed into her again, and again, until the only sound in the room was the filthy mix of our moans and the wet, obscene noises of me fucking her.
I was relentless. My grip on her hips was bruising, my thrusts deep and punishing. She wanted to tease me? She was going to pay for it.
Her nails raked down my back, her moans turning into desperate cries of pleasure. "Oh my god-Dominic-"
I smirked, grabbing her thighs and pushing them further apart. "That's right, baby. Let everyone fucking hear who's making you feel this good."
She was close.
I could feel it in the way her body trembled, the way her walls squeezed around me, the way she gasped for air like she was drowning in pleasure.
"Come for me," I growled, my thumb rubbing against her clit in rough, fast circles.
Her entire body tensed, her eyes rolling back as she shattered beneath me, her orgasm hitting so hard she screamed my name. The sight of her completely undone beneath me, the feeling of her pulsing around me-it pushed me over the edge.
With one final deep thrust, I spilled inside her, groaning into her neck as I rode out every last wave of pleasure.
For a moment, neither of us moved. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our breathing heavy, our hearts pounding.
Then, I pulled back just enough to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You don't get to tease me and walk away," I smirked.
"Not anymore."
She let out a breathless laugh, her fingers tracing the scratches she left on my back. "Might be worth it."
I chuckled darkly, rolling my hips slightly just to feel her twitch around me.
"Oh, sweetheart," I whispered, my lips brushing against hers, "you have no idea what you've just started."
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