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He chuckles, then presses the tips of two fingers on top of my clit through my wet panties. It's a single deliberate push. Like his fingers are kissing my swollen button. Like he's holding it down, capturing it. “This is mine,” he growls. “You're mine. Say it.”

“I'm yours,” I say, because right then, I'll tell him anything he wants. The muscles in my lower belly tense, screaming for release. I need to climax so badly.

His thumb strokes my clitoris from top to bottom, unzipping me. I feel myself come undone. He turns me to kiss him, not caring any longer if I'm watching in the mirror. He knows what I know; it doesn't matter if I watch. This is burned into my mind forever.

I moan against him, his fingers speeding up, moving in quick circles on my pussy. The heat inside of me blooms, a maddening rush all heading down towards my inner walls until finally, I groan into his open mouth and come.

I shudder, nearly collapsing as he holds me up. I've never felt anything like this; the pleasure is immense. It blinds me, steals my ability to hear myself. The fog in my brain takes some time to lift, but through it, I hear him groaning as well. His cock is violently hard against my ass cheeks.

“Dominic,” I whisper.

He pulls away, looking into my eyes. His are hooded, the molasses color dangerously crisp. “Leave,” he says.

“What?” His sudden seriousness clears my head like a bucket of cold water has been poured on me.

He pulls my dress up to hide my breasts; I wrap my arms around the top to keep it from falling down. “Get out of here right now, this is a warning. If you don't leave through that door in the next five seconds I'm going to push you against this mirror and I'm going to fuck you from behind, and I won't care that you're a virgin.”

I'm intrigued—I'm scared. I don't know what I am. His face says that he's not joking. And the tent in his pants is huge and threatening. Maybe more than his words are. Even though I've orgasmed, my pussy cries out at the thought of being filled by him. I don't even know what that would be like, just that my body wants it.

I can feel his tendrils sinking into my blood. But as tempted as I am to go all the way with Dominic, he's giving me an out. I have to take it because I'm just not ready. He's changing me, and until I know the consequences of this transformation, I can't let myself go all the way.

Without another word, I turn and run from my own bedroom.

- Chapter 20 -

Dominic

Ineed her.

I need her.

I need her.

I know I shouldn't. I'm sure resisting is still the best course.

But I don't care anymore.

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