Queen Bee. Miss Predictable.Perfect.
But they never wanted the real me. The loud parts. The sharp parts. The parts that wouldn’t shrink down to fit someone else’s comfort zone. I’d twisted myself into knots trying to be palatable.And for what?
I wouldneversettle again.
And God, I loathed myself for ever thinking I had to. The worst part wasn’t that they hadn’t seen me. It was that I’d let themget awaywith it.
That I’d let myself believe I had to tone it down to be loved. That kind of self-betrayal was the most pathetic part of all.
Dom smirked up at me, thoroughly pleased with himself. To be honest, I couldn’t blame him at all. So far, he had kept his promises. Time to find out if he could follow it through to the end.
“I think you’ll find that I keep my promises — always.”
So damn cocky. And yet… not wrong.
With effortless ease, he gripped my waist and lifted me, settling me higher on his chest. I let out a startled squeak, fingers digging into his shoulders to steady myself as the shift in balance caught me off guard.
“Have you made it your life’s mission to make me fall?”
“Funny you should say this…”
I slapped his shoulder lightly. “Ass.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” he laughed, brushing the hair from his forehead.
The strands of hair, which had been neatly gelled back before, hung wildly in his face after I had buried my hands in them. More than once.
“Of course I don’t.” I rolled my eyes, but the corners of my mouth twitched.
If I hadn’t been so intent on driving him out of his mind, I might have engaged in this banter a little longer. For a change, I decided to let my selfish side take over tonight, and Dom didn’t seem to mind.
He must have read my face because his playful, arrogant grin disappeared. Looking up at me through hooded eyes, he grabbed my chin with one hand and pulled me into a passionate kiss.
“See how good you taste, Goddess? How will this ever be enough?” he whispered against my lips. “If you were my girl, I’dneverfucking leave this pussy. I’d fuck you every chance I get, wake you up every morning with my cock. I’d live in this delicious little fuckhole.”
“I wouldn’t mind that.” The words came flying out of my mouth before I had a chance to question myself.
We both froze for a moment, his eyes piercing my soul.
“Yeah?” The dark, hungry expression taking over his features shouldn’t have made my insides flutter. “You’d want that? Me fucking you in your sleep? Just taking you without asking?”
A deep, tortured groan rumbled through his chest as I bit my lower lip and slowly nodded. I’d never told anyone before that I’d always wanted to try something like that; it had always been a fantasy of mine.
Heat rose to my cheeks as his tongue parted my lips, fucking my mouth with it, just as he had done with my still throbbing pussy. His hand slid down my back to my breasts, cupping and kneading them, pinching my nipples. I arched my back, moaning, pressing into his touch, wanting more.
“Dom, I want you to fuck me.Now.”
Well, nobody said I was tongue-tied.
“I think there’s something in our way,” he said, flicking his eyes toward his briefs like they’d personally offended him.
I arched a single brow. “You want me to help with that?”
“I don’t want to, I crave it, Goddess.Please, end my agony.” He groaned dramatically.
I snorted. “You’re impossible.”
“Impossibly hard is more like it.”
