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Gwen

A s I pull into the driveway, the lights in my house are already on. I’m sure Levi is inside, eagerly waiting for us with pizza. He was so excited earlier, and now, the hot boxes rest on my lap. Bags hit the floor as Dominic insists on grabbing a few more things, snacks for Levi. Honestly, the fact that he’s thinking about my younger brother makes me soften toward him, just a little.

Dominic steps out and comes around to my side, opening my door. I don’t fight him. Princess treatment isn’t so bad. He takes the pizza from my lap and helps me out of the car. We’re a little late. The front door swings open just as we reach the house. “Where have you been? I’m starving! And I already have the movie ready,” Levi scolds, arms crossed. “Chill, little brother. food has arrived.”

We carry the pizza and snacks into the massive living room of my mother’s house. A big-screen TV hangs on the wall, a large cream-colored sectional sits in the center, and rustic, modern-country coffee tables complete the space. Framed pictures of Levi and me hang on the walls, little reminders of the past.

“What are we watching tonight?” Dominic asks Levi as I head into the kitchen to grab some plates. I hear the television flicker to life, the eerie music confirming my suspicion it’s another scary movie Levi picked out. I don’t like horror. Who’s to say these things can’t really happen? No, thank you.

But I won’t show it not in front of Dominic. I’ve already had a breakdown in front of him once. No way am I showing him any more weakness. Walking back into the living room, I see Levi on one end of the couch while Dominic sits on the floor, leaning against it. One leg is stretched out, his shoes are off, and his shirt is untucked from his slacks. He looks comfortable and relaxed as he and Levi talk.

I set the plates on the coffee table and open the pizza box. We got a cheese pizza for Levi and ham and pineapple for me. Dominic called me strange for liking it, but that’s only because he refuses to try it. I grab a slice and sit down on the floor beside him. “Dig in,” I tell them. The lights are low, and the movie is playing. As we eat, I nudge him. “You should really try the pineapple.” Dominic looks at me as I shove another bite into my mouth, chewing dramatically. I fake moan. “Ohhh, sooo good.” “I am not trying that.” I roll my eyes, and he shoots me a look.

“Come on, don’t be such a baby. Just try it. How will you know if you like it if you never even give it a chance?” I bait him. He glances at my pizza, then back at me, clearly annoyed. I don’t care. Everyone should try it at least once in their life. “Will that make you happy?” he finally asks. Grinning, I nod. “Fine. Give me the fucking pizza,” he says, snatching the slice from my hand.

It’s loaded with cheese and a good bit of pineapple. He hesitates but takes a bite. I can’t help but smile. He takes another. “Well? Be honest. It’s amazing, isn’t it?” He tries to hide his gorgeous smile. “It’s not bad.” I knew it. You can’t not love it. The best invention since peanut butter and jelly were created. The movie is playing. Sitting on the floor, I scoot a little closer to him. I don’t like scary movies, dammit.

On the screen, a woman walks down a long, dark hallway. I know it’s coming I know the thrill is right around the corner. I scoot a little more. Dominic notices and drapes his heavy arm around my back. As the tension builds, I inch closer and closer to him. The moment the monster lunges, dragging the woman into the darkness, I scream and jump, burying my forehead in his chest, squeezing my eyes shut. His arm tightens around me, but he doesn’t flinch he just keeps watching as the woman gets ripped apart.

I glance up at his face. He’s completely unbothered. Not only that he’s smiling. The sharp lines of his jaw are even more defined in the dim light. My breath catches as I study him up close his structured, masculine features are captivating. Suddenly, he looks down, locking eyes with mine deep, dark brown, rich like the earth. “This kind of stuff doesn’t bother you, huh?” I murmur. He smirks, raising a brow before shaking his head. No. God, he smells good. His cologne is bold, classic, intoxicating. Before I can say anything else, a light snore breaks the moment. Levi is out cold, dead to the world, even with the massacre unfolding on-screen. I laugh, but the sound barely escapes before Dominic’s fingers tilt my chin back toward him.

His mouth crashes into mine, his tongue claiming me, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip. I melt into him, pressing closer, taking everything, he gives. His hands slide into my ponytail, pulling it loose, sending my hair cascading down my shoulders. The kiss deepens, grows more urgent, more demanding. He pushes into me, and I push back just as hard. Within minutes, I’m climbing into his lap, straddling him, needing more. The movie plays on behind us, forgotten, as I straddle his lap and feel his dick growing hard between my legs.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, sucking, teasing from beneath my ear to my collarbone. A shiver ripples through me, the sensation sparking down to my toes. My pussy aching on top of him. I rock my hips against his completely hard cock now through his slacks. Suddenly, he rises to his feet, keeping me wrapped around his waist. His arms are under my ass, holding me up against him. My arms stay locked around his neck.

“We’re going to your room,” he says, his eyes dark with command. I trail kisses down his neck as he carries me up the stairs, opening the door with one hand. The way he moves—effortless, powerful makes my core ache. His muscles flex around me, solid and unyielding. He’s a man’s man, I have never in my life dealt with a man like him. His arms are thick, his strength undeniable, lifting me like I weigh nothing.

As soon as we cross the threshold, I start unbuttoning his shirt. He throws me onto the bed and yanks it off, revealing his chiseled, tattooed chest and arms. I can’t take my eyes off him. I know this is a bad idea, but there’s no talking myself out of fucking him right here, right now. Judging by the way his pants strain, he’s thinking the same thing. He slides his belt from the loops, folds it over, making it thick in his hands. “Strip,” he orders. One word, and every nerve in my body ignites. I sit up, peeling my shirt over my head. My fingers work my jeans open, sliding them down my legs before kicking them off. The only thing left is my pink lace panties and matching bra.

His eyes darken. “Hmmm,” he growls. “Leave your panties. Now bend over let me see that perfect ass in the air, princess.” I do as he says, getting on my knees, pressing my chest to the mattress. I hear him step closer, feel his hands skim down my spine before stopping at my ass. He grips me, squeezing, kneading then suddenly, heat sears across my skin as the belt lands. I cry out, my breath hitching just as another strike lands, stinging in the same spot. “Every time you rolled your eyes at me tonight,” he murmurs darkly, “that’s a lick you’ll get.”

“Wh-what?” I gasp. “You heard me, princess.” He drags his finger up my panties, pressing against the damp fabric. I can feel how wet they are. “Baby, you're soaked for me. This pretty little pussy is begging for me.” He circles my clit, teasing, rubbing slow and deliberate. I sink deeper into the mattress, moaning as he moves his fingers back and forth. “Such a good girl for me.” The pleasure is dizzying but then, suddenly, another sharp sting sears across my backside. Fire spreads through my skin, and I know my ass will be black and blue by morning. He isn’t easy. He isn’t gentle. Another smack. His big hands soothe the burning flesh, rubbing, kneading. Without even realizing it, tears spill down my cheeks, soaking into the sheets. “Shh, baby. You're almost done,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise.

Another strike. Then another. Before I can catch my breath, Dominic flips me over, yanking his belt from his waist. He wraps it around my wrists, securing them above my head. His grip is firm as he grabs my hips, ripping my soaked panties down my legs. He shoves the ruined fabric into my mouth, the taste of myself flooding my tongue. “We don’t want you making too much noise now, do we, princess?” I shake my head.

“Good girl. Now spread those legs for me. Let me see that hungry little cunt.” Shaking, I part my legs. “Wider,” he commands. I stretch them as far as I can, holding them up, trembling. He stands between my thighs, staring down at me like he’s seeing something divine. “Oh, princess, I'm going to have you coming all over yourself.” It won’t take much. Heat pulses through my core, spreading up my stomach. I’m already teetering on the edge, and he hasn’t even touched me with his cock yet. How does a man have this much power over my body? How does he control me so completely, reducing me to nothing but raw need? I don’t know. But I love it. He may scare the shit out of me but he fucks me like a madman, ravenous, desperate, obsessed.

His dick is hard in his hand. Standing between my legs, he rubs the swollen head over my clit, sending electricity down to my toes. Slowly, he drags it up and down, coating himself in my wetness teasing me. I can't speak. All that escapes is a muffled moan against the panties stuffed in my mouth. His cock is so engorged I don’t think it can get any harder, veins pulsing beneath his skin. The sight of him above me naked, tattooed, muscles flexing with every movement has me trembling.

Without warning, he shoves himself into me, burying himself to the hilt until there’s no space left between us. Skin to skin. He grips the belt around my wrists and pulls it tighter, the strain making my fingers tingle with numbness. I scream into the fabric gagging me. He pulls out then slams back in. Stretching me. Every thrust makes me feel like I’m being split apart. My pussy has no more room to take him, but he doesn’t stop. His heavy hand comes to my mouth. My eyes are squeezed shut.

“Look at me, princess. Let me see those pretty blue eyes cry from my cock spreading you open. Let me see those pretty blue eyes cry for me while you cum all over me, baby.” That’s all it takes. My body gives in, pleasure ripping through me like a floodgate bursting open. My cum drips down my ass, coating his legs, our skin slick and soaked. "That’s it, baby. Give it all to me."

His words send another shiver through me as he pounds into me, my ovaries taking a relentless beating. Suddenly, he pulls out of me and backs up. “Get back on your knees, baby, and put your ass on the edge of the bed.” I nod. With my wrists still bound together, I manage to get to my knees and scoot to the edge. Spread wide, his cock finds my entrance again and pushes inside me with a hard thrust. Every moan is thankfully muffled.

He reaches over my shoulder, grabs the belt binding my hands, and pulls it up, forcing me to arch my back so deep it feels like it might snap. He fucks me harder and harder, hitting every spot, driving as deep as he can, as hard as he can until I feel him swell inside me. His thrusts slow, becoming measured, deliberate. Then he slips out, and I feel his release, warm and thick, spilling over me, dripping from my swollen, throbbing flesh.

I turn onto my back, waiting for him to untie my wrists. He slides his boxers on, grabs the belt, and undoes it, letting it fall to the floor. Then he reaches for the panties in my mouth and discards them the same way. His hands cup my cheeks as he climbs on top of me, his mouth crashing into mine. He kisses me like he needs me. Like he needs me to know he needs me. Breaking the kiss, he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” I nod, and he lifts me off the bed, carrying me to the shower.