Page 109 of Monster

My heart pounded crazily inside my chest, and I felt like throwing it up. I swallowed, trying to will away the feeling and calm myself down.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. The bartender stood atop the bar and aimed her shotgun at Dominic—who wasn’t throwing punches anymore—and the no-longer-conscious man beneath him.

“Get out of here,” she said. “We don’t want any trouble, and the last thing I want is cops sniffing around the place because of a body.”

Dominic didn’t say anything for a moment, probably still in the frenzy of bloodlust.

I took advantage of the stillness and approached him on shaky legs. Cautiously, I placed my hand on his back. He turned to me quickly, and I flinched, but he seemed to calm down when he realized it was just me touching him.

Wordlessly, he stood and reached for me. He picked me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

He cupped my butt with both hands as he walked to the bar and slapped a hundred-dollar bill down before walking us out of there.

The entire bar watched us with varying degrees of incredulousness in their eyes.

When we got to his bike, he set me down on my feet. His knuckles were bloody. I wasn’t sure whose blood it was, but the sight was making me feel nauseated.

We drove home in a blur.

I buried my face in his back, and Dominic must have broken every single traffic law on the way because it wasn’t long before we were parked in front of his house.

He carried me into the house the way he’d carried me out of the bar, and we went straight to his bedroom. He set me on the floor by the bed and started pulling on my clothes.

“Dominic,” I said. “What are you doing?”

“Need you,” he said, pushing my shirt off, then my bra. My nipples pebbled, and I crossed my arms over my chest. He took me in for a moment before he took my arms away. “Need you now.”

He grabbed my breast with one bloody hand and squeezed.

“Dominic,” I said, a slight panic making its way through me from the look in his eyes. “Wait.”

He pushed me down on the bed and pulled off my boots. Then he reached up and slid my leggings and panties down.

“Fuck. Look at you.”

I shook my head. “There’s blood on your hands.”

It didn’t matter whose blood it was. I didn’t want it on me orinme. He had already left a brownish-red stain on my breast.

He sat me up and plucked at my nipple, and I grabbed his wrist, stopping him when it hurt.

“Dominic!”

He sighed, as if I was annoying him, before he grabbed my hand and took us to the bathroom. He pushed me inside the shower and turned on the water. I moved to the corner and waited for the water to warm up, watching Dominic quickly remove his clothes.

My eyes moved down to his cock. He shot me a vicious look as he roughly stroked up and down his length before stepping into the shower.

I licked my lips, and his cock twitched.

Fuck, he was a work of art.

Without saying anything, he pushed me against the shower wall and pressed his body against mine. The water ran over us, going brown to red to pink and finally clear, though there was still some blood on his hands.

His eyes were dark as he suckled on the skin of my neck. I felt it all the way down to my clit, and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. He played with my nipples while he sucked, and I could only stand there.

“Need you so fucking bad,” he said, and trepidation entered me.

“Dominic—God.”

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