Raven's Point of View
I limped into the apartment.
Every step was a struggle, my legs trembling from exhaustion. My body was still sore-every muscle overworked, every nerve fried from the night before.
I had barely managed to shower and throw on the same dress before leaving Dominic's mansion, and now, as I stepped into the living room, all I wanted to do was collapse.
But the moment Lila and Jamie saw me, they froze.
Then-
"Oh my GOD!" Lila screamed, clapping a hand over her mouth.
Jamie's jaw dropped before he burst into laughter, practically doubling over. "NO WAY. Look at you! Look at how you're walking!"
I groaned, throwing myself onto the couch, burying my face in a pillow. "Shut up."
Lila gasped dramatically, pointing at my legs. "She's limping. She's actually limping. Babe, what did he DO to you?!"
Jamie cackled, falling onto the floor. "Nah, you got destroyed."
I whined, clutching the pillow tighter. "You don't wanna know."
"Oh, we DO," Jamie said, scooting closer. "Spill. Now."
Lila grabbed my arm, shaking me. "I need every detail, right now."
I hesitated, but one look at their expectant faces told me they weren't letting this go.
I let out a deep sigh, my entire body heating up. "He threw Fifty Shades Darker on me."
Lila's eyes widened. "Oh. My. God."
Jamie's mouth dropped open. "Wait-WHAT?!"
I groaned. "Handcuffs. Anklets. Blindfolded. Ice."
Lila shrieked so loud I was sure our neighbors would file a noise complaint. "ICE?! BITCH, YOU'RE LYING."
"I AM NOT," I wailed, covering my face.
Jamie collapsed onto the floor, clutching his stomach from laughing so hard. "Dominic is UNHINGED. He ate you out with ICE? No wonder you're WALKING LIKE THAT."
Lila fanned herself dramatically. "Damn. I need a Dominic in my life."
"NO, YOU DON'T," I groaned. "I BARELY SURVIVED."
Jamie shook his head. "Girl, if you 'barely survived,' then it was WORTH IT."
Lila nudged me. "Okay, okay. Tell us everything."
I hesitated, but at this point, they weren't letting me off the hook.
I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest. "Okay... so first, he tied me up. Real handcuffs. My wrists, my ankles. I was completely helpless. And then-" I swallowed hard. "He blindfolded me."
Lila grabbed Jamie's arm.
Jamie dramatically wiped a fake tear. "Our girl is out here living our wildest dreams."
I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. "It was insane. And then, out of nowhere, he-" I hesitated.
"HE WHAT?!" Jamie and Lila screamed at the same time.
I peeked at them from behind my hands. "He ate me out with ice."
Lila's soul left her body. "Bitch. BITCH."
Jamie rolled onto his back, cackling. "That man is a menace. I can't believe he ICE CUBED your-"
"JAMIE!" I threw a pillow at his face.
He dodged it, still laughing. "No, no, keep going. I need to hear every single detail."
I groaned but continued, feeling my entire body burn with embarrassment.
"So after that, I was already a mess. And then, he just-fucked me senseless. I mean, I think he actually broke me."
Lila's jaw dropped. "How hard are we talking?"
I whimpered at the memory. "Lila... I saw Jesus."
Jamie screamed. "NO, YOU DID NOT-"
"I DID," I wailed. "He was so deep, so rough, so fucking GOOD that I just started moaning random shit."
Lila gasped, covering her mouth. "What did you say?"
I groaned. "You don't wanna know."
Jamie grabbed my shoulders, shaking me. "TELL US."
I buried my face in my hands. "I was just moaning like a complete mess. And then suddenly, out of nowhere, I go, 'OH MY GOD, I THINK I JUST SAW JESUS.'"
Jamie and Lila exploded.
Jamie rolled off the couch, wheezing. "STOP. STOP. NO WAY. YOU DID NOT-"
"I DID," I whined. "And he laughed at me."
Lila was crying. "Dominic was laughing at you?!"
I nodded, feeling humiliated all over again. "And then he had the audacity to grab my face and say, 'You can take it.'"
Jamie screamed again. "HE DID NOT."
"HE DID," I wailed.
Lila wiped her tears, still gasping for breath. "I... I can't. I literally can't. That's the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life."
Jamie threw himself onto the couch, still laughing uncontrollably. "I can't believe you moaned about Jesus. That man is never letting you live that down."
I groaned, covering my face. "I know. He kept going even harder after I said that."
Jamie howled. "He heard you saw Jesus and decided to send you to him personally."
Lila was still wiping her tears from laughing. "So, basically, he ruined you."
I nodded weakly. "He ruined me."
Jamie sighed dreamily. "And you'd let him do it again, wouldn't you?"
I hesitated.
Then, in a small voice, "Yes."
Lila screamed. "BITCH, YOU'RE SO GONE."
I groaned, flopping back against the couch. "I know."
Jamie nudged me. "Soooo... when's the next round?"
I threw a pillow at him.
But deep down...
I already knew it wouldn't be long.
Just as Jamie and Lila were still howling with laughter over my Jesus moment, my phone buzzed on the couch. I barely had time to process the absolute humiliation I had just relived before Jamie snatched my phone off the cushion.
"Who is it?" Lila asked, still wiping away the last of her tears.
Jamie glanced at the screen and his eyes widened. Then, slowly, he looked at me.
"Oh, hell no."
"What?" I sat up, reaching for my phone, but Jamie yanked it away.
Lila gasped. "Is it him?"
Jamie grinned. "It's him."
I groaned. "Give me my damn phone."
Jamie, still smiling like a devil, answered it instead.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Destroyer of Our Best Friend."
My jaw dropped. "JAMIE-"
He put the phone on speaker.
Dominic's voice came through the line, low, deep, and impatient. "Put her on the phone. Now."
Lila and Jamie screamed like fangirls at a concert.
I lunged for the phone, but Jamie dodged me at the last second. "Damn, Dom. You really had our girl seeing Jesus?"
I froze.
Lila threw herself onto the floor, laughing.
Dominic? He chuckled.
Chuckled.
Like he was entirely too pleased with himself.
"Put her on the phone," he repeated, smug as hell.
"Damn," Jamie said, eyes wide, laughing, "she just got back. Give her a break."
Dominic didn't even hesitate.
"I gave her enough time."
Silence.
Lila choked.
Jamie blinked. "Yo-"
"And I'm not asking again."
Yeah. My soul left my body.
Jamie tossed me the phone like it was dangerous "Yeah... you handle that."
I caught it, shooting him a glare before pressing it to my ear. "Hello?"
Dominic's voice sent a shiver straight down my spine.
"Come outside."
I frowned. "What?"
"I'm outside."
I blinked.
Then blinked again.
Lila slowly pushed herself up from the floor. "Wait..."
Her eyes widened.
"Did he even leave?"
Jamie's head snapped toward me. "Nah-don't tell me this man's been parked outside this whole time-"
Dominic let out a quiet, dark laugh through the phone.
That was answer enough.
"Oh my God," Lila screamed. "He's actually insane!"
I whined, leaning back onto the couch.
"Oh my God. The next round is now, isn't it?"
Lila and Jamie lost it.
Dominic? He laughed.
Laughed.
"Be a good girl and come outside," he said, voice deep enough to make my stomach flip. "Now."
Lila grabbed a pillow and threw it at me. "GO. NOW."
Jamie was already pushing me toward the door.
"Bitch, run!"
I groaned, dragging my feet even as my body buzzed with anticipation.
As soon as I stepped outside, I saw him.
Dominic was leaning against his blacked-out sports car like a goddamn fantasy-tattoos twisting up his veined forearms, sleeves pushed up just enough to tease the thick muscle of his biceps. His jaw was tight. His lips were set in that dangerously sexy line. And his eyes-those dark, feral eyes-locked on me like he owned me.
Like he was about to prove it.
My breath hitched, heat rushing to my cheeks and lower.
I barely had time to process the wild energy crackling in the air before he pushed off the car and stalked toward me, slow and deadly, like a predator savoring the hunt. His steps were smooth. Controlled. A storm in motion.
"Get in."
It wasn't a request.
It was a command.
I swallowed thickly, hesitating for half a second before his hand snatched my wrist, dragging me to him with no effort. My chest collided with his, and all I could feel was hard muscle, heat, and dangerous restraint.
"Dominic-" I breathed, dazed, not even sure what I was trying to say.
He didn't answer. Didn't give me the chance.
He opened the passenger door with one hand, and with the other, lifted me off my feet like I weighed nothing.
I let out a startled gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders as he gently set me down in the passenger seat. My back hit the leather, my breath still uneven, my body still warm from his touch.
He didn't say anything.
He just looked at me for a second.
His eyes dark. Focused. Possessive.
Then he shut the passenger door.
The sound echoed in the quiet garage.
I watched through the windshield as he walked around the front of the car, his movements slow, controlled, deliberate. Like he wasn't in a rush-but knew exactly what he was about to do.
My stomach tightened.
He opened the driver's door and slid inside, the leather creaking under his weight.
The space instantly felt smaller.
Hotter.
Charged.
He closed the door behind him, his hand resting briefly on the steering wheel before his gaze shifted to me.
And the way he looked at me-
Like he hadn't finished.
Not even close.
He lifts me from my seat. I let out a startled gasp, grabbing at his shoulders as he sat down in the driver's seat with me on his lap, my knees straddling his thighs.
And then I remembered.
Oh God.
I wasn't wearing anything underneath this dress.
My breath caught as I felt it-skin to denim, heat on heat, and his eyes darkened the moment his hands shifted to my hips and froze.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. His head tilted, and his lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending goosebumps flying up my arms.
"You're not wearing any panties," he said, voice like gravel soaked in sin.
I whimpered, trying to pull away, but his grip tightened like steel. I squirmed, overly sensitive from earlier, and the friction of his jeans against my bare heat made me jerk in his lap.
His eyes dropped between us.
His breath hissed out.
"You're already wet," he growled, fingers brushing between my thighs. "And I haven't even touched you yet."
Then he did.
Two fingers dragged slowly through my folds, sliding through my wetness like he had all the time in the world, and when the tip of his finger circled my clit, I nearly screamed.
My hips bucked.
"Oh-fuck, Dominic," I gasped, my head falling back, chest heaving.
"You're soaked. So fucking sensitive," he murmured, rubbing slow circles around my clit like he wanted to drive me insane. "All that moaning earlier... got you stupid already, didn't it?"
He slid his fingers down, then back up, teasing me, playing with my body like it was his instrument, like he knew exactly what strings to pull.
"You think you can walk out here with no panties," he whispered, fingers still toying with me, "sit that pretty little pussy on my lap-and I'm supposed to just drive away like nothing's happening?"
His voice dropped even lower, velvet and violence.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name."
I whimpered again, nails digging into his chest, my dress now bunched up around my hips. And then he pulled the fabric higher, lifting it with slow deliberation until it was bunched at my waist, completely exposing me to him.
He looked down and groaned.
"Fuck."
The sight of me bare, dripping, grinding on his lap like I couldn't help it-It snapped the last thread of his control.
Suddenly, his hand was at his belt. The sound of the buckle snapping open made my pulse explode.
"I need to feel you," he growled. "Right. Now."
And then he lined himself up, grabbed my hips-
And slammed into me.
"Ah-Dominic!"
A raw scream ripped from my throat.
He was deep, deeper than I was ready for, and my body arched, my thighs trembling from the stretch. The pressure. The intensity.
"Shit, baby-this pussy," he hissed, his voice breaking into a groan as he held himself deep inside me. "So tight. So full of me."
He didn't wait.
He didn't ease in.
He thrust hard, again and again, until the car was rocking beneath us and all I could do was hold on.
"Oh my God-"
My words were slurred, dizzy, legs weak and clenching around him as his cock pounded into me like he was trying to brand me from the inside out.
He dragged his mouth along my neck, teeth scraping skin. "This what you wanted?" he snarled. "You wanted to tempt me? Walk out here looking like a fucking fantasy with no underwear on? You knew what you were doing."
I shook my head, breathless, on the edge of unraveling.
"I forgot-"
He let out a dark, cruel laugh. "Nah, baby. You wanted to get ruined again."
His hand came down hard, gripping my throat, thumb pressing just enough to make my eyes flutter.
"Mine," he growled. "This pussy. This body. All fucking mine."
And then he said something so wicked, so filthy, it made my body seize:
"I'm gonna fuck you till you cry and then keep going just to hear it again."
I shattered.
Right there.
Falling apart in his lap with a cry that echoed in the dark.
But he didn't stop.
He slammed into me again, and again, and again, chasing his own release, chasing mine, not letting me come down-because in his world, there was no mercy.
Only him.
Only us.
And the way he owned every last piece of me.
He grunted, one hand gripping my waist like a vice, the other fisting the back of my hair. My body was trembling, sweat-slick, ruined, but he didn't care-not even a little.
"You can take it," he growled, voice low and laced with something filthy. "I know you can. You were made for this cock."
I whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as he dragged me all the way down, burying himself inside me until I couldn't breathe. The stretch was almost unbearable. It burned. It throbbed. It tore a strangled moan from the depths of my throat.
"That's it," he hissed, watching every inch disappear inside me. "Take every fucking inch, pretty girl."
My head fell back, lips parted, chest heaving. My thighs were trembling from the overstimulation-my last orgasm hadn't even finished rolling through me, and here he was, already working me like he had no intention of stopping.
"You feel that?" His lips brushed my neck, his hips grinding up into mine with brutal precision. "Feel how deep I am?"
I tried to respond-tried to form words-but all I could do was gasp as he rolled his hips again and again, hitting that spot that made my vision go white.
A high-pitched sound tore from my throat. Not a word. Just need.
He let out a low, satisfied chuckle. "That's what I thought."
And then-
He started moving.
Hard. Relentless. Unforgiving.
My hands clawed at his shoulders, searching for something solid as the entire car rocked beneath us. His cock dragged against my walls with every thrust, his jeans rough against the backs of my thighs, the friction sending aftershocks screaming through my nerves.
I was gone.
Completely fucking gone.
"Dominic-" My voice cracked as I cried out again, my nails sinking into the hard muscle of his back. My body shook violently, a coil tightening in my gut with terrifying speed.
He grunted, thrusting harder. "That's right. Let go for me again."
I tried to fight it, to hold it off, but he reached between us and rubbed tight, firm circles around my clit with his thumb, and I shattered.
My scream echoed through the car, hands flying to the headrest behind him as my hips jerked and spasmed, my climax slamming into me like a tidal wave.
And then I squirted.
All over his jeans. All over his cock. All over the fucking seat.
It was obscene.
Loud. Wet. Shamefully loud.
I sobbed from the intensity, still twitching in his lap as my release poured out of me. I couldn't stop it. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, and I collapsed against his chest, gasping for air.
Dominic stilled.
A deep, low groan rumbled from his chest.
"Fuck," he growled.
He looked down between us-at the mess coating him, soaking through the denim, dripping down his thighs-and his eyes went completely black.
"Look what you did to me," he muttered. "Soaked me like a fucking whore."
Then he snapped.
His hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back. "You thought I was done?"
His voice was darker now. Savage.
"Baby, I'm just getting started."
I didn't even have time to scream before he slammed up into me so hard my entire body lifted off his lap.
"Dominic-" I sobbed, still too sensitive, still coming down, but it didn't matter.
He fucked through it.
He used it.
My soaked pussy made every thrust louder, wetter, dirtier.
"You make a mess on me," he snarled, hips snapping up, pounding into me like he was chasing something deeper. "Now you're gonna fucking feel it."
I was delirious.
Crying. Moaning. Coming apart all over again.
"You think I won't ruin this pussy every time you act like a tease?" His breath was hot against my throat, his thrusts merciless.
"This is mine. This tight little cunt. Your sounds. Your body. All of it."
I was sobbing now-not from pain, but from pure, overloaded pleasure. It was too much. Too good. Too filthy. My body was locking up again, too fast, my skin tingling, eyes rolling back.
"I can feel you milking me," he groaned. "Begging for my cum. You want it, don't you?"
"Y-yes," I gasped. "Please-please, Dominic-"
He groaned against my ear, the sound primal and wild.
"Then take it, baby. Be a good girl and fucking take it."
One more brutal thrust-
And he came.
Hard.
His cock pulsed deep inside me, his head dropping to my shoulder as he growled my name through gritted teeth. His fingers dug into my hips, keeping me flush against him, not letting a drop escape.
I felt every twitch. Every throb. Every desperate breath he took as he filled me, the heat of it spilling inside, owning me from the inside out.
We stayed like that for what felt like forever.
Sweaty. Shaking. Fused together.
He eventually pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes still wild, still wrecked.
Then came the smirk.
Dark. Sinful. Devastating.
"You're never leaving this car without me fucking you first," he said, voice still gravel-rough.
I groaned, hiding my face in his neck.
The worst part?
He was right.
And the best part?
I didn't want to.
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