Page 66 of Conjure

Mom rushes into the kitchen in a flurry of flowery perfume, nearly trips over Bruno asleep on the floor, and kisses us both on the head. “I’m late for work.”

Then she’s gone, waving a quick goodbye over her shoulder.

“Nice seeing you too, Mom,” I say as Dominic pockets his Zippo and threads his fingers through my hair. The soothing stroke of his touch halts my breath, and I slowly meet his gaze.

My throat is suddenly dry. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” His eyes shine with amusement and something else. Something softer. A look I never thought I would see smooth his sharp features.

I shake my head, but his fingers pull my hair.

Ah! There he is.

Despite my thundering heartbeat, I find the prickle of pain soothing. When I look at him this time, his gaze darkens and a muscle clenches his jaw.

“Don’t dismiss me.”

Now, my throat is dry for entirely different reasons. I’m parched. The look in his eyes promises pain and so much more.

“What about breakfast?” I ask, breathless, but the words barely leave my mouth before his lips descend on mine, hard, hungry, and demanding. His grip on my hair tightens, and he drinks me in like I’m a water source in a desert, nibbling and biting, his tongue tangling with mine until I’m hovering on thebrink of death, barely catching my breath in between his hard kisses.

I’m dazed when he finally breaks the kiss, blinking up at him.

Standing, he slips his shorts down to free his hard cock, the impressive length bobbing against his abs.

Why does he have to be so…perfect? Carved by a wicked god to lure women to their deaths.

“Like what you see, little sister?” he asks, wrapping his long fingers around his length.

I wet my lips, nodding. Dominic’s thick and veiny dick is a piece of art, just like the rest of him. It’s so big that you know it will hurt, but it’s a good pain. The kind of pain that makes you see stars and beg for more.

He cups my chin and smirks down at me with a dark gleam in his eyes. “Put your shoes on. I’m taking you out for the day.”

Wait, what?

My gaze flicks down to his cock, and I open my mouth to reply when he slides his shorts back up to hide his massive length.

“C’mon.” He pulls me to my feet.

I’m confused as I let him lead me out of the kitchen and into the hallway. “But you’re hard.”

“I’m always hard when you’re around,” he explains, patiently waiting while I put on my Chucks. His smirk deepens and he opens the door. “Don’t worry, Sis. I’ll soon let you choke on my cock if you’re a good girl.”

I step past him, exiting the house. Dominic locks the door behind us, jogging down the steps, making a beeline for his truck while I watch from the porch.

My attention wavers when a soft breeze sweeps through the nearby trees, but the sound of the truck door opening cuts through the strange sensation crawling over my bare skin. I swallow down the unease as I descend the steps.

Dominic waits for me with the door open like a gentleman, but I’m not fooled by the dimpled smirk or the way he tracks my every move. No, I can see the gleam and satisfaction in his eyes when he shuts me inside.

He rounds the truck as I watch the tree line. The truck rocks, and he cranks the engine, easing back with his arm stretched out across the seat. Spinning the wheel, he reverses the vehicle.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask when we’re on the road.

Dominic rolled down the window earlier, and now the breeze moves through his dark hair as he looks at me, his hungry eyes devouring my mouth; then his attention is back on the road. “Nowhere. Everywhere.”

Light laughter bubbles from my chest, and his lips quirk in response.

“That’s your answer?”