DOM: Alliance Series Book Three (65)

I jerk open drawers, one after another, until I finally find the one with the hand towels.

I pull one out, then continue on to the pantry that I found yesterday. It’s a big, beautifully organized room, but I’m here for one thing.

Finding the appliance I need, I grab it off the shelf and storm out of the pantry.

“Uh, Val…” Rob says cautiously. “I can’t let you kill him.”

I huff as I shove the towel into the bread slot on the toaster. “I won’t plug it in.”

I think I hear the girl snicker, but I don’t stop.

My thick shoes sound heavy on the steps, and I’m practically huffing by the time I reach the top.

How dare he.

At the end of the hall, our bedroom door is open.

How fucking dare he.

When I step inside, I find he’s left the bathroom door wide open, just like he said he would.

My anger builds as I think about that other woman being the one to walk in here.

And by the time I enter the bathroom, I’m seething.

Dominic’s naked form is somewhat hidden by the steam building behind the glass, but I can see enough.

And the view is mine alone.

No one else’s.

“Here’s your fucking towel,” I snap, then throw the whole toaster over the top of the glass wall.

I make sure I don’t hit him because I don’t want to actually crack his head open, but the sound of metal meeting marble is satisfying as hell.

“What the—” Dom jumps away from the noise.

I turn and leave.

Message delivered.

Except booming laughter follows me. And it makes me more furious.

And when hot tears fill my eyes, I get even madder.

He’s laughing. And I’m dying inside.

“Wife!” Dom shouts after me.

My inhale is choppy. “Fuck you!”

I have one foot out of the bedroom, wondering if Rob will take me if I ask to leave, when a large wet body collides with my back.

I’m so worked up the shock makes me scream.

“Oh, you’ll fuck me, alright.” Dom lifts me, just like he did this morning, and backs us into the bedroom.

“Get off me!”

I hear him kick the door shut. “No.”

I struggle, but his arms are solid muscle, and his hold doesn’t budge. “Put me down.”

“You don’t hate me.” He walks us straight to the bed, then throws me down. I land on my stomach, but before I can roll over, he’s on top of me. His still-sopping-wet body presses into mine. “You want to.” I try to push up, but he snags my wrists and holds them together in one of his large hands above my head. “But you can’t. Because part of you loves me, Angel. Part of you fucking craves me.”

It’s hard to breathe. But not from the weight of his body. It’s from the weight of his words.

“I don’t love you.” The emotion in my voice makes me question my own words.

I don’t love him.

But I want to.

Teeth scrape against the side of my neck. “Not yet, Mama. But you will.” His hips rock against my ass. “Now let me see how wet that hot little slit is for me.”

He roughly slides his free hand down my side, over my hip, and down to the hem of my skirt.

That movement alone is enough.

I’m already ready for him.

The weight on my back disappears. Then he yanks the tight skirt up and over my hips, showing him the little black thong I wore all day.

“Fuck.”

I try to push up again. But then his weight is back, and my hands are back above my head.

“Get off me,” I pant.

“No.” Dom is breathing just as heavily as I am. And I can feel his naked body against mine.

“I don’t want to fuck you,” I lie.

He chuckles against my hair as his hips lift.

He pulls aside my thong, and the head of his cock nudges against my slippery entry.

“That’s fine,” he groans. “I’ll fuck you.”

His hips thrust forward, and he buries his length inside me.

My mouth opens in a silent cry.

I’m so full.

So fucking full.

Feeling him inside me again is too much and not enough.

“Just take it.” He slides his cock almost all the way out before shoving it back in. “Take me like the good little wife I know you are.”

I turn my face into the mattress so he can’t see it as I arch my back, letting him in farther.

“God.” Dominic slams into me. “Tell me you love it. Tell me you love when my cock is buried inside you.”

I shake my head.

Dom’s exhale tickles over the back of my neck. “Your pussy is fucking dripping for me.”

His hips never stop. And he’s sliding in and out of me so easily because he’s right. I am fucking dripping for him.

“I love it,” I say into the mattress.

His length slides out of me, and I try to lift my ass to follow him, needing him.

Dom uses his grip on my wrists and a hand on my hip to flip me onto my back.

His eyes are blazing.

“Say it again.” He tears my thong off, then shoves my legs apart.

I shake my head.

Dom leans over me, holding my hands back up over my head. His other hand is between us, lining his cock up with my entrance. “Say. It. Again.” He fills me to the hilt.