Page 135 of Monster

“When I’m dead,” he answered seriously.

“Is that what you tell yourself when you’re with someone else?”

He didn’t say anything. For a moment, I felt naked. Vulnerable. I wished he would stop looking at me like he was.

Then, his lips spread in a wide grin. “Is that what this is about?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I argued.

“You’re jealous,” he said, and the bastard sounded way too fucking happy about that.

“I am not. It is none of my business who you spend your time with. But I would like you to do me the courtesy of not touching me anymore. Especially when you always conveniently forget to put on a condom. I don’t want to catch anything.”

That wiped the smile off his face. “There has been no one but you, woman. And if you can’t see that, then you’re fucking blind,” he growled.

I pulled back from the anger in his voice, even though I wasn’t really scared of him. I wondered when I stopped being scared of Dominic and instead began to crave him.

He took a deep breath. “I have been getting shit left and right from Roman about you. And you think I am going out, fucking someone else? When the hell do you think I could find the time?”

“Oh, my. You are just so romantic,” I deadpanned.

He grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple for the comment.

“Hey!” I backed away, clutching my breasts.

His cock twitched. “Fuck, do you have any idea how fucking crazy you drive me?”

“Well, if it’s the same amount of crazy you drive me, then I’d say it’s a good amount.”

He rolled his eyes and cupped the back of my head. I resisted.

“What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled. As if I was afraid someone might hear us.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m reminding you.”

He slammed his lips against mine.

My hands were pressed against his chest as I tried to push him away… at first.

But the longer he kissed me, the quicker it was to forget why I was even fighting him in the first place.

His tongue came out, and he licked between my lips before molding his lips against mine once more.

He repeated the action until I felt my own lips going slack, and Dominic pushed his tongue inside my mouth, gliding it against my tongue and bringing forth a small moan from my lips.

Fuck.

The hands I had on his chest, the ones fighting him, betrayed me when instead of pushing him away, I fisted his shirt, holding him close.

I was afraid he would pull away, and I wasn’t ready for that.

He deepened the kiss, and I lost the battle.

I turned to him fully, and he helped reposition me on his lap. It took a lot of fumbling on our part, but then I was facing him, my legs on either side of his hips, and I was grinding my pussy down on his hard cock.

He let out a low groan in my mouth, the sound vibrating through between us and making more arousal gush out of me.

“Fuck, but you taste so good,” he said, backing away slightly. I tried to follow his lips with my own. He held me back. “Can’t you fucking see?”

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