Page 15 of The Devil's Touch
I died on the spot as my eyes clashed with those unforgiving blue ones.
He was standing by the door, his intimidating frame swallowing up the entire entrance, bending the air in the room to his will.
He casually strolled further into the restroom, swiftly locking the door behind him.Lean fingers came up to his mid stomach, undoing the button of his suit.He shrugged it off, and the top buttons of his crisp white shirt followed, teasing me with the hard surface of flawless golden skin beneath it.
“What did you think was going to happen?”His voice was calm, too calm for someone I just tried to play.
I stiffened against the edge of the countertop as he approached me, slowly and stealthily, like a panther who had all the time in the world.
“Someone was going to win the bid, take you home, bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you, and you would let them?”He scoffed out the last part like he couldn’t fathom how stupid I was.
I slowly shook my head, unable to come up with anything.
I wanted so badly to shrink and disappear into the sink edge, but it was impossible.He caught up with me like my fucking nemesis, caging me against the countertop, curling his scent around me like smoke.
“Did you really think there was someone who could buy you and save you from me?”He was everywhere, choking me, consuming me without having to touch me.
My eyes stung with tears as he brought his finger to my chin, delicately tilting it so that my gaze could meet his.
“Two million dollars?I’ll make it back in the blink of an eye.”He scoffed.“I’m your reckoning, Mia Cara.Nothing in this world can pry you from my hands—dead or alive—not even death.I own you.”He grabbed my hair in a rough grip, fisting it so hard, it made me wet and drip for him like a fucking slut.
“Dom...”
“Shut up,” he gritted.“You wanted to sell yourself off—give yourself to another man who would fuck you?”
“No...”I whimpered as he pressed himself into me, deepening his grip around my hair.
“No?”he repeated.“So, you were going to run from me?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”I tried to convince him.
What was more scary about that was deep down, I knew I couldn’t run from him.I couldn’t bring myself to.Not when he had me in such a chokehold.
“Liar,” he seethed.“You shouldn’t have done that, Mia Cara.”His voice was low, heated, searing my skin with dark promises I knew he intended to keep, judging by the psychotic glint in his eyes.
“You are mine.”His fingers found my zipper, undoing it, pushing it downwards to release my breasts from their confines.“And right now, I’m going to fuck you like I hate you—hard, rough, and intense, and you know what you are going to do?”His eyes were fixed on mine as he lifted me effortlessly on the marble surface.
He tugged me to him by my legs, eliciting a moan from me.“You are going to spread these legs and take it like my good little slut.”
I arched into him when he cupped the back of my head, brushing his lips against mine.His breath mingled with mine, teasing me with what I wanted but not giving me.
“Only good girls get kissed,” he murmured, pushing himself between my legs.“Bad girls get fucked like whores.”He undid his fly, the warmth of his cock teasing my inner thigh as he hiked my dress up.
“But you’ll like that, won’t you?You’d love to be fucked like the fucking brat that you are.”
My voice wavered so hard.“Dom...”
He hadn’t even touched me yet and I was wet and needy for him.
He pressed his forehead against mine.“I’d have done anything for you, Mia Cara.”
I know.
“You just had to piss me off, and I’ll punish you for it.”Was it insane that I wanted him to?
No, I didn’t just want him to punish me.I needed him to.It was like needing something so much it was my edge of survival, the only thing keeping me together.
I wasn’t prepared for how he slid into me with ease.I was dripping, messing up the surface of the countertop with my arousal yet when he penetrated, a sharp cry tore from my throat.I had forgotten how huge he was—how he filled me up like he was fucking made for me.
