Page 52

It was herself.

“Anything, Dominic.” She swore in that moment that she would do anything it took for him to be secure with her trust in him.

*****

He’d never been a dominant man before. Never felt the overpowering need to have complete control over anyone. Not even the first few times they’d made love. However, all the feelings he’d been having since he found her in Ireland were compounding into a giant mass of emotion he didn’t think he could curtail anymore. He needed to be in command now more than ever. He needed her to know that no matter what, he would take care of her. That aside from Jaxson, she would always be his top priority. He also felt it crucial that she knew she could trust him in such a vulnerable and consuming way.

As he gazed down at her body, ass red from his hand, body flushed from her shocking pleasure, he was ready to show her just who owned her. Letting go of her arms, he ran both hands over her heated ass, down the backs of her thighs, and to her feet.

“Down,” he whispered to her, watching as she slowly rested forward so her chest pressed flush to the bed.

Seeing her splayed out so provocatively was intoxicating. Her trust was inspiring.

“Perfect,” he praised. He could feel her bliss vibrate off her body in waves of satisfaction the more he complimented her.

Running his hands back up her thighs, he spread them apart as wide as she could go. Gripping the top of her leg with one hand, he slipped the other through her wet heat, pleased to find she was ready for him with

out the help of foreplay. His need was far beyond going slow anymore.

As his cock wept for her, he lightly pinched her clit to give her that little bit of pain they both seemed to need so much.

“You look delicious, Princess; next time, I’ll get you ready for me properly,” he vowed, as he guided his cock to her opening. The minute his head touched her heated flesh, he was done for.

His finesse was gone, and baser instincts took over. Slamming into her harshly, he gripped her hips with bruising force as he pounded into her tight, pulsing channel.

Her moans and cries egged him on. “Fucking hell, Deidre,” he groaned when she tightened even more on him.

It wasn’t long before he felt a tingle in his spine, signaling his impending release. Slowing his pace to gentle thrusts, he rocked into her to the hilt, so his groin pressed against her ass and told her, “Squeeze me, sweetness, work that pretty pussy for what she wants.”

“Dom,” she whimpered in her need but did just as she was told. And she did it beautifully. Her pussy milked his cock better than anything else. She tightened then released, swiveling her hips.

Stars began to spot his vision. He felt her pussy begin to flutter with her own release. Deciding to put them both out of their misery, he grabbed her hips, pulling out so just the tip of his cock was in her tightness and slammed back into her so hard he felt her cervix.

Her loud screams announced her release just as her pussy constricted on him to the point he couldn’t move. Her pulsing walls triggered his own release, and he began to unload inside of her as his body prickled from pleasure.

“Fuck!” he called out.

*****

Guilt consumed her as she lay in Dominic’s arms after one of the most intensely erotic experiences of her life. The way he’d taken her, made her bend to his will and left her off-kilter. And not in a bad way. Her trust of him was absolute. But the way he’d controlled her so completely and effortlessly had her wondering about the real her.

For so long, she’d been told what to do, how to be, and if she disobeyed, there were always consequences. When she’d left school, only after barely graduating, she’d started to figure out who she was. She discovered she liked to be a little wild and outspoken. She wasn’t meek in the way she’d been conditioned to be her whole life.

With Dom, though, it had been effortless. He commanded and she obeyed. Was she reverting back to her former self? Would she lose her identity—what little she’d found—if she let it continue?

It’s because you trust him, Deidre, that you allow his control. There’s a thought.

“I can feel the wheels turning in your mind, Princess. What are you thinking?”

Did he have to know before even I did?

“I just…” She paused not knowing exactly how to word it. Hell, her own thoughts were a jumbled mess. “What we just did…what you just did…”

“Was it too much?” he demanded, sitting up so he could look down on her.

Taking a fortifying breath, she told him truthfully, “It was perfect. Maybe too perfect?” She should have kept her mouth shut. A look of disappointment crossed his face so quickly she almost missed it. “When I’m with you, I get lost in this need to please you. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to lose myself, too.”

He didn’t say anything. It was so quiet she could have heard a pin drop.