Page 57 of Ominous: Part 1
Dominic lifts his head up, the money between his index and middle finger, tapping on the dresser softly.
I grip the edges of it, pressing my fingertips into the sleek wood, feeling a rush of something hot ping through me, looking at the powder. The forbidden, so close to my fingers.
“Give that to me.” Another rush with Eli’s words, this time spreading through my chest, lacing its way down to my core.
Dom sighs, but I see out of the corner of my eye he tosses the baggie.
I look up, meeting Eli’s gaze. “Come here, baby girl.”
Baby girl.
My stomach swoops. I feel a little unsteady on my feet. Beside me, Dominic leans down, his elbow brushing my forearm.
“Let her watch me,” he whispers, eyes searching mine as he looks up because now, he’s kneeling. “She needs to know what to do.” The blue of his irises seems to darken. “Don’t you, E?”
I nod once, breaking eye contact with Eli.
Dominic dips his head, and using the hundred, he sniffs up both lines, quick, with ease, no break between either. My heart thunders like the storm outside whose boom shakes this room every so often. Then Dom drops the tightly rolled bill, licks his finger, runs it over the line of off-white, flaky dust. He stands, turning to face me.
“Open your mouth.”
He’s so close, I can smell his cologne. Something aquatic. I can see how flawless his pale skin is. Smooth, with curved cheekbones. His pulse throbs just above the collar of jacket.
His coke-covered finger is between us.
Eli says nothing. I don’t look at him as I part my lips, my tongue just over the edge of my bottom teeth.
Dom steps closer.
My pulse quickens.
“You have a nice mouth,” he says, his eyes dropping to my tongue. Another step, and we’re almost toe-to-toe. I sway a little on my feet.
“Are you gonna do something about it, or just stand there staring?” The words have bite, but I smile, too. I tuck my hands into the back pockets of my leather pants, fingertips brushing against my ass as I cock my head, staring up at Dominic’s darkening expression.
“Tell me you want it.” His voice drops to a low whisper, even as he shifts from one foot to the other, like he can’t quite stay still. “Just like that.I. Want. It, Dominic.”He says the words for me to repeat.
That’s never going to happen.
I shake my head, so close I could count each of his long, dark lashes. “How about you tell me?” I smile as his own falters.“Please suck the coke off my finger, Eden.”I give him a string of words to recite, too, very aware of Eli’s gaze, like a brand. It makes me feel like showing off, and the alcohol gives me liquid courage.
Dom must feel Eli watching too, because he glances over to the bed.
I don’t dare look.
Dom swallows, turning back to me. He takes a breath, and I see his finger tremble. “Please suck thegoddamncoke off of myfuckingfinger, Eden.”
I grab his wrist then, feeling his roaring pulse beneath my fingertips, and I part my lips, pulling his hand toward me, intent on Eli seeing everything. How I can be surprising. Spontaneous. Isn’t that what we wants? Something exciting?
But before I can lick the remnants of a line off Dom’s skin, Eli speaks.
“Don’t.”
It’s one single word, delivered with deliberate coldness.
I squeeze the bones of Dom’s wrist. I see him wince, and it feels good.
“Let him go.” Eli keeps the same frigid tone. “Andcome. Here.”He doesn’t raise his voice. I can’t imagine Eli screaming. His anger is colder, his temper scarier because of it.
