Page 151 of Yearn
The civilized part of me screamedstop.
The primal part sneeredfinish.
My body didn’t care about morality. It cared about my desires and finishing what had been stolen from me a thousand times by restraint, by law, by reason.
“Dominic. . .we have to stop.” Teyonah’s breath seared against my neck—fast, shallow, desperate.And God help me, that was all I needed to lose the last sliver of control.
I couldn’t stop.
Wouldn’t stop.
Not with her pussy swallowing my cock in rhythmic defiance of the man outside that door.
Not when every thrust was a declaration:She’s mine now. This house answers to me.
Scott’s presence became the perfect erotic psychological kink—his shadow turning our sin into a manifesto.
“Fuck him.” I pulled my cock out a little and then drove back into her.
“Oh.” She shivered.
“If he opens that door, he’ll see who you belong to.”
“But—”
A bead of sweat traced down her temple, and I caught it with my tongue before it could fall.
Shock hit her eyes as she stared at me.
Yes, Teyonah. I’m so obsessed that I would lick your sweat and be satiated.
The next sound was our bodies slapping together, our heaving breathing, and the creaking of the bedframe.
“Damn.” Lust rattled my head. “This is the pussy he threw away?”
She shuddered.
How many times had he fucked her and felt nothing?
How many years did he have this and treat it like an obligation instead of a gift?
I'd had her for this short time and already knew I would willingly ruin my life for another hour.
That was the difference between men who deserved things and men who inherited them without knowing their value.
I hate him.
Groaning, I fucked her with a ruthless rhythm that echoed my claim, each thrust driving deeper than the last, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her back againstme with a force that made the headboard crack hard against the wall.
She was mine.
The house was mine.
Scott, the coward that he was, could only knock while I claimed what he'd taken for granted.
Each thrust sent electric sparks coursing through my body, igniting fireworks of pleasure.
And I knew I would be addicted to only her pussy from now on. I could feel the surge of catecholamines—dopamine, norepinephrine, adrenaline— flooding my bloodstream.
