Page 8 of Ava After Midnight (Chaos and Chemistry #2)

Chapter Eight

DOMINGO

S he’s been mine since the first fucking moment.

Ava still tries to convince herself otherwise, but I see the truth written all over her body. The way she trembles, the way she breathes, the way her lips part when I get too fucking close. She can lie to herself all she wants, but I know.

Outside, the storm rages. Rain lashes against our skin, cold and merciless, a stark contrast to the fire between us. The neon glow of Miami flickers across her soaked skin, painting her in reds and golds, the heat from our bodies turning the icy drops into steam where we touch. Wind howls through the city, electricity crackling in the air, a live wire ready to snap. Lightning tears the sky apart, flashing against the glass, illuminating the way she trembles.

It’s wild, furious, a perfect mirror to what’s inside me.

Inside us.

She stands at the edge of the rooftop, soaked to the bone, her dress clinging to every curve I’ve already memorized. Her hair drips, wild curls sticking to her skin, and her breath comes quick, like she’s still trying to hold onto something.

I’m going to set her free.

Ava stiffens as I step closer, eyes darting to mine. There it is again. That fight. That fear. That fucking lie.

“ No he terminado contigo, princesa ,” I murmur, voice low, edged with warning. “ Tomas lo que te doy .”

She swallows hard. “Domingo?—”

I don’t let her finish. My hands grip her thighs, and before she can protest, I lift her against me, pressing her back against the glass railing. Miami glows beneath us, the city alive and electric, but all I see is her. All I feel is her heat, her pulse, the tight squeeze of her thighs locking around my waist.

Her breath shudders. She’s pretending she has a choice.

I grind against her, letting her feel me—thick, hard, already aching for her. Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her body tenses, then, fuck, she moves. A slow, tentative roll of her hips against mine.

I drag my thumb over her nipple, feeling it stiffen beneath the soaked fabric of her dress. The tiniest whimper escapes her lips. My cock twitches against her heat, my patience hanging by a thread.

I grip her jaw, tilting her head up. “Say my name, baby. Make me believe you need it.”

Her breath hitches. She wants to fight it. But she can’t.

“Domingo.”

Not enough. I roll my hips, teasing her with the full, aching length of me.

She gasps. “Domingo, please?—”

“Earn it.”

She hesitates, clutching onto something invisible—control, doubt, the life she thought she could still keep. For a second, she shakes her head, mouth parting like she wants to resist.

Her nails dig into my skin. She’s shaking, wrecked, her body betraying her even as she whispers, “I shouldn’t?—”

I press my palm between her legs, feeling her soaked through, and her whole body locks up. A choked, breathless noise spills past her lips.

“Then tell me to stop.”

Her thighs twitch. She tries—really fucking tries—to push back, but her breath hitches instead. Her fingers curl against my chest, not pushing anymore—clutching. And she fucking breaks.

Her breath shatters, her walls crumble, and when she speaks, it’s not just words anymore—it’s need.

“Please, Domingo.”

I spin her around, bending her over the edge of the hot tub. Her breath catches as I shove her dress up to her waist. She gasps but doesn’t stop me. Her body knows the truth.

She’s drenched. Thighs slick. Panties ruined.

I grip her hair, yanking her head back as my breath scorches her ear. “ ?Querías jugar? Nadie te adora como yo. No one fucking devours you like I do, mi reina. ”

She whines, rolling her hips back, desperate for friction.

I don’t give it to her.

Instead, I drop to my knees.

Ava freezes. “Domingo?—”

I press my mouth against her soaked panties and inhale her.

She jumps.

A gasp. A desperate, high cry of my name.

I rip the fabric away and bury myself between her thighs.

The first flick of my tongue makes her sob my name.

The second has her legs shaking.

Ava moans, writhes, grinding against my face like she’s lost her fucking mind.

I don’t stop.

I drink her in, working her open, my tongue, my lips, my teeth giving her exactly what she needs. She’s soaked. Dripping. Ruined for anyone else.

She’s panting, moaning, shaking.

I slide two fingers inside her and curl.

She screams.

Her body writhing, her pleasure crashes into her like the storm raging around us.

She tries to pull away.

I yank her right back.

“ ?A dónde carajo crees que vas? ”

She doesn’t answer.

Because we both know she’s not leaving.

I spin her, lift her into my arms, and press her against the glass railing to our left.

She gasps, legs wrapping around me, her soaked, aching pussy grinding against the thick length of my cock.

Her eyes drop.

Her breath catches.

She sees how big I am. How thick. How hard.

I grab her thighs, grip them tight, and rub my cock through her drenched folds.

She whimpers. Desperate. Fucking pleading.

“You want it?” I growl, voice thick with heat. “ Suplica por ello, como si tu vida dependiera de ello. ”

Her hands grip my face, her eyes wild, hair dripping and sticking to her cheeks.

“Fuck me.”

“Louder.”

She gasps, body writhing, hands gripping at anything, everything. "Please, I—" Her nails dig into my skin, desperate, raw. She’s shaking, fucking wrecked, her body doing all the begging for her.

I drag my teeth over her jaw, my voice nothing but gravel and sin. "Not loud enough."

She whimpers, thighs trembling around me. She fucking screams:

“FUCK ME.”

“FUCK ME.”

I slam into her, one brutal stroke, and her scream shreds through the storm.

Her pussy clenches around me, body shaking, taking all of me.

I don’t move at first. I just hold her there, stretched, stuffed full, pinned against the glass.

She whimpers, breathless.

Then I fuck her.

Slow at first. Making her take every inch, every drag, every deep, aching thrust.

Then harder. Rougher. Deeper.

Her nails dig into my back.

Her hips grind against mine, pulling me deeper, begging for more.

I fist a hand in her hair, yank her head back, and groan against her ear.

“ Nadie te folla así. Nadie te posee como yo. ”

Her whole body clenches, nails raking down my back. She shakes her head?—

“ Nina mala. ” I tease with a punishing stroke.

She nods, eyes rolling back.

Lightning flashes.

Thunder shakes the sky.

She screams my name.

And I fucking follow, pounding into her, grinding against her clit, making sure she’s coming as hard as I am.

Her entire body shakes. She’s gasping, ruined, wrecked.

I hold her tight, still buried inside her, keeping her close as the storm rages around us.

She pants, voice raw. “You ruined my hair.”

I grin, pushing wet curls off her face. “ Vas a sobrevivir, mi amor. ”

She groans, exhausted. “I hate you.”

I kiss her jaw, smirking. “Now you know, mi reina —sometimes submission isn’t given. It’s taken. And you fucking loved it.”