DOM: Alliance Series Book Three (56)

“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me that you’re wet.”

She shakes her head.

“Tell me, or I’m checking for myself.”

She pinches her eyes shut harder. “I’m wet, okay?”

“How wet?”

Her shoulders twist, and I think she’s trying to reach lower.

Fuck, is she sliding a finger inside?

“Soaking.”

I groan. “That’s my good wife. Soaked that slit just from looking at my dick.”

“I hate you,” she pants. And it makes me smile.

“You don’t.” I quicken my pace. “And you love this cock.”

She shakes her head.

“Open your eyes, Valentine. Open your eyes and watch me.”

She tries to hesitate, but she’s just as primed as I am. And when her head rolls to the side, and her eyes land on my length, her mouth opens.

I want to stand and shove my dick between those lips.

I want to come all over her pretty face.

I want to suck her tattooed finger into my mouth while she swallows me whole.

“Hurry up and come,” I growl.

My hand feels rough against my dick. The dry skin on skin is nearly painful. But I’m not using anything but Val’s sweet juices to lube my dick ever again.

I tighten my grip even more.

I’m so close, and so is she.

Val’s other hand slides under her shirt, and I can tell she’s playing with her tits.

“Jesus,” I groan at the same time a moan leaves my wife’s lips.

Her eyes are still on my cock, and I start stroking faster.

I’m past the point of stopping. Beyond any sort of decency.

“Keep doing that, Angel. Pinch those pretty nipples. Make yourself come all over your fingers.”

Her breathing hitches. And then her back is arching.

And I explode. The first rope of release hits my chest, and Val’s eyes are locked on it as she tumbles over the edge. A keening sound rolls from her and straight through my balls as they pump out everything I have onto my hand and dick.

Val slams her eyes shut, and her body twitches as her hands still beneath her clothing.

And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Even better than the first time. Better than Vegas.

Because this time, she knows who I really am.

She knows who I really am, and she still let go. And even if I didn’t lay a finger on her, she still gave herself over to me.

With her eyes still closed, I stand and close the distance between us.

Because I’ll keep my word. I won’t touch her perfect pussy. But I didn’t promise anything more.

I grip the wrist sticking out of her pants and pull her hand free.

Val makes a startled sound, and her eyes open, but her attempts to pull her hand away from me are weak.

And they don’t work.

I put her three glistening fingers into my mouth. And groan.

Fuck, she tastes like home.

With my hold of her, I slowly drag her fingers out, sucking off every drop of flavor.

She grips my arm with her left hand, and the sight of my name inked on her skin makes me groan again.

When her fingers are free of my lips, I bend down, placing her hand on her stomach.

“I’ve done bad things, Valentine.” I brush my lips over her pinkened cheek. “But I’ll always be good to you.”





CHAPTER 31





Val





The weight across my back and hip and leg seems to get heavier.

My brain is still surfacing from sleep, but I recognize the feeling of Dominic sprawled across me.

Not sure if he’s awake, I stay as still as possible to act like I’m still asleep.

I can’t believe I let myself do that last night.

What was I thinking?

The weight shifts again, and something long and hard presses against my ass, followed by a deep masculine groan.

I’m turned away from Dom and his side of the bed, so I let my teeth sink into my bottom lip.

I don’t like this.

I’m a fucking liar.

I crack my eyes, wanting to see if the sun is rising, but all I see is Dom’s big hand in front of my face. His arm is draped all the way over me.

His chest expands against my back as he takes a deep inhale, and my hair ruffles when he lets it out.

Just get up already! I scream inside my head. I have to pee, but I need him to get up first and leave because I need to have at least an hour of self-loathing before I face him today.

Dominic’s hand slides out of view, and then he finally lifts himself off me. Mostly.

I start to question what he’s going to do when something presses against the back of my head. “Morning, Angel.”

I’m too stunned to react, thinking he’s caught me awake. But then he climbs off the bed, and a moment later, the bathroom door shuts.

Did he do that thinking I was still asleep?

Why?





“Shit,” I say to no one as I open one cupboard, then another, before I finally find the mugs.

Grabbing one, I’m surprised at the weight, but I don’t have time to think about the black ceramic as I rush to fill it with coffee—that was thankfully already made and waiting on the warmer for me.