Page 76 of Yearn
Fuck. . .
I pressed my back more firmly to the tile and tried to remember how to breathe.
He reached past me, not touching anything but air and steam, and then he took the rose from the shelf.
Oh my God. . .
“Hmmm.” Dominic looked down at the pink vibrator in his large hand as if he’d found a piece of evidence at a crime scene,and then brought his gaze back to my face. Rage blazed in his eyes. “From now on. . .if you want release, you’ll get it from me.”
“Are you insane—”
“Yes. You’ve fucking made me insane—”
“I have not—”
“You think you can jack me off like that last night and everything will go back to normal?”
“Dominic, I—”
“No woman has ever touched me the way you have.”
Oh. . .for real?
Devilish pride hit me.
I swallowed and did my best not to smirk. “Okay, but you still can’t just come in here and threaten my toy or—”
“You think my cock spilling cum all over the place was a sign to slow things down? To play with your toy instead of hurry down to me?”
I was shocked and speechless.
Closing the distance between us, he planted his left hand on the tile beside my head.
His body didn’t crowd me; it contained me.
The shirt clung to him now, heavy with water, mapping muscle and heat beneath the expensive fabric.
The shower hissed.
He lifted the rose, turned it on, and the soft hum filled the space. “You think this can satisfy you better than me?”
I couldn’t help it.
I grinned.
I loved his audacity and possessiveness.
There was a thrill that came from being wanted, from being seen. From being the center of Dominic’s world.
The rose continued to buzz between us.
I shook my head. “As I told you before, Dominic, I thought making myself cum, up here, would give me clarity.”
“You don’t need clarity. You need my cock deep in you.”
I parted my lips.
He sneered, “Bad Mommy.”
