Page 87 of Fractured
I snickered, “It’s just a roof over my head, Dominik. That’s all.”
He glared, “It’s your dream house.”
I nodded, “Yeah, it is. But I always promised myself that I wouldn’t move in with someone unless I knew it was going to last forever.”
He growled, “I told you; you were my end game.”
I snickered, “Yeah, you did. But your ring isn’t on my finger, Dominik.”
“That’s the only reason?” his voice got super low when he asked.
I nodded.
Then he said, “Don’t move from this spot.”
I glared at him, “I don’t take orders.”
He snorted, “Please.”
At his please, I nodded.
That’s right, big boy.
You say fucking please.
And before I knew what was happening, he had a ring on my finger, and me on my back in less than five minutes.
His cock hovered just at the opening when he said, “Give me my answer.”
I lifted a brow, “Dominik, you can’t fuck me into telling you yes or no.”
He smirked, “Is that right?”
I nodded, “Yeah, that’s right.”
“Challenge fucking accepted,” he growled against my lips.
His hand that wasn’t holding himself up went to my thigh, lifting it to my chest, and then he slammed into me so hard that my back screeched across the floor.
***
It would seem that he definitely could fuck me into giving him my answer.
He stilled inside of me, keeping me from my climax, and since that was the seventh time he did that, I growled, “Yes, you big bastard.”
He smirked, then he proceeded to fuck me mercilessly until we were both a hot and sweaty mess.
I had my head resting on his chest, and he had his lips pressed to the stunning ring on my finger.
“Ma told me to give them to the woman who is able to heal my soul and mend my heart. She also told me that she knew whoever I gave the rings to would adore them and treasure them.”
At his words, I felt tears hit my eyes.
“This was hers?” I asked.
He kissed the top of my head, “Yeah, it was.”
“I’ll treasure it, always.”
