Page 62 of Conjure

Dominic leaves the vehicle and slams the door shut, and then he’s by my side, suffocating me with his overwhelming presence.

Reaching in, he unlatches my seatbelt, assaulting me with his intoxicating scent. It’s unfair how nice he smells. I’ve never known anything like it.

I hold my breath, trying not to fall under his spell again.

One of my friends is dead. Another is in the hospital. I need to stay composed. I can’t let Dominic feed on my sanity, too.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he orders, his lips so close to mine that his breath whispers across my mouth. Instead of straightening up, he hovers over me inside the truck.

“Like what?” I ask breathily, my clit tingling.

“Like you’re going to run again. I don’t fucking like it. Stop pushing me away.” Braced on one arm, he tucks a damp strand of hair behind my ear and lets his fingers glide down the length of my jaw in a slow caress while his eyes flick between mine. “What’s going on inside that head of yours?”

“My friends are dying. It wants me?—”

“It can’t have you.” He grits his jaw. “You’re mine. No one hurts you but me.” Then he backs out of the truck, grabs my arm, and hauls me out. I stumble behind Dominic, the sun heating my shoulders, tufts of dry grass tickling my bare ankles. His grip pinches my arm, but I like the bite of pain. Dominic is a force to be reckoned with.

As soon as we make it inside, he lifts me up as though I weigh nothing and guides my thighs around his waist. He carries me upstairs to his bedroom, kicks the door shut, and throws me on the bed. I bounce on the mattress, my heart hammering.

“You didn’t answer your fucking messages.” He flips me over onto my front, shoves down my shorts until they trap my ankles, then delivers a hard smack to my ass.

Shrieking, I wriggle, but he fists my hair and rains more blows on my behind while tears stream down my cheeks. It eggs him on more, if anything, because he reaches over to the bedside table and retrieves a string of rope.

“Dominic?” I question as he secures my wrists behind my back.

His response is another hard smack. “Shut up!”

He leaves me on the bed, pacing behind me like a caged tiger while my pussy leaks and my ass burns from his blows. I’m a frantic mess.

“You left me on read.”

I know better than to answer. Know better than to anger him further. A part of me thinks I snuck out on purpose so that he would punish me like this.

I deserve it all.

Flipping me over onto my back, he removes my shorts, and then orders me to spread my legs as wide as I can.

I know he can see the damp patch on my panties and the drunk lust in my heavy eyes.

He bunches my panties and pulls, causing the fabric to strain against my throbbing clit, and my thighs tremble when pleasure zips through me. Then, with a sharp tug, he rips them clean off and stuffs my mouth.

“You’ve been a fucking brat by not telling me where you are and keeping secrets.”

When he drops his almost black eyes to my exposed pussy, tears cling to my lashes as my chest heaves.

“I’m going to hurt you.” There’s no hesitation in his voice, only pure sadism. “I won’t stop until you’re a sobbing, dripping mess. I won’t take it easy on you either.”

Dominic grabs my knees with his warm, calloused hands and spreads me open, then grips the undersides and bends me in half until my knees are by my ears and my holes are on full display for his hungry eyes.

He lets one knee go but keeps the other firmly in place as he drags a single finger through my spread slit and circles my entrance once, blinding me with teasing pleasure.

Dipping a finger inside, he trails it between my ass cheeks and applies pressure to my puckered hole, tsking when I tense.

“You’ll need to get used to me fucking all your holes. When you tense up, you make it much more tempting to break you in half.” He delivers a hard smack to my pussy, and I cry out as sharp pain explodes like a wave that spreads outward. “That’s one.”

Another slap. Much harder this time.

My muffled scream fills the room. Before the pain begins to fade, he slaps my pussy again and again, raining blows on my bruised clit. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. The sensation is so intense, tears stream down my cheeks.