Page 8 of Scorned Beauty (Scorned Fate #5)

Chapter

Six

Sloane

Ginger solved our problem. She took herself out of the equation. Dom had bought several trays of the premium canned tuna. Now I wasn’t sure if it was a bribe, but it certainly sounded like it. He personally opened the can and dumped it in Ginger’s bowl, stood back, and crossed his arms.

He wasn’t sold on cats yet and made no attempt to pet her.

In return, Ginger eyed him suspiciously, but the aroma of the gourmet feline food was too much to resist. She snuck to her food bowl and started gobbling.

Dom shot me a triumphant look.

I rolled my eyes. “You must have had help. Ginger is very picky.”

“My uncle loves cats. I called him when I was at the pet store and he told me what to buy.”

“Wait…your uncle…the Chicago boss.”

“Yep.”

“That sounds oddly domesticated.” And oddly disconcerting.

“Luca likes cats more than people.”

“I like him already,” I murmured, then remembered something from past conversations with Bianca.

In the early days of her captivity when she was forced into a marriage with the Rossis, she was cursing Dom’s uncle, Luca Moretti, for facilitating Sandro’s acceptance into the made man sanctum.

“He’s your uncle who’s still looking for his wife, right? ”

Dom shifted uncomfortably and moved away from me to go through the grocery bags to put the items away. My pantry and fridge were sparse of contents to begin with, so he had free rein on how to arrange them.

I didn’t push him to answer, and Ginger distracted me. She finished eating and jumped on the window ledge and proceeded to groom herself. I knew her well enough that she was going to demand to be let out. She enjoyed traversing the fire escape ladder to the rooftop after she ate.

I opened the window. Since it was November, a chilly breeze swept through.

It was two weeks before Thanksgiving, which reminded me I hadn’t checked on Delphine’s holiday schedule yet.

Harriet moved in this year, but if I remembered right, next weekend would be the residents’ Thanksgiving dinner.

Nursing school didn’t assign us a rotation on Thanksgiving Day itself, so I was looking forward to a break.

Our supervisor said we could expect plenty of missed holidays when we became licensed nurses.

After a while, Ginger was done, and without another meow or purr, she left my apartment.

“So, she just left you with a stranger after you went through the trouble of rescuing her from a shelter.”

Dom leaned nonchalantly against the counter and was watching me. The cold draft sent goose bumps racing across my skin, but a furnace heated somewhere below my belly.

“In case you haven’t noticed, cats do as they please,” I told him and crossed my legs.

“They have no sense of loyalty, unlike dogs.”

“So I’m taking you do at least like dogs, but they shed too.”

Dom straightened from his lean and approached me. “I grew up with dogs, but it makes little sense to have one if I don’t have time to walk him since I live in Manhattan.”

“That’s why there are dog walkers.”

“I’m rarely at my penthouse, even in the evenings.”

“Then maybe you need a cat. They’re self-sufficient.”

Dom’s gaze drifted to the window. “I can see that. But so far, I’m not convinced to get a pussy…cat.” The way the word pussy rolled over his tongue made me swallow.

He leaned closer, bracing his arms on either side of me, but kept our bodies from touching.

“You seem determined to get to mine.”

Dom chuckled. “Are we still talking about Ginger?” His mouth was by my ear. “Or redheads in general.”

My body seemed to sway toward his and my breath hitched. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I have a different menu in mind.” He leaned back and shot me a heated look that made my toes curl. Damn this man and the potent sexual cloud that surrounded him.

Before I got caught in the tailspin of his seduction, I blurted out, “So what are our rules for the weekend?”

“I always fuck with a condom,” he said.

“I don’t have any right now.”

“I’ve got that covered. I always use my own.”

I quirked a brow. “Paranoid much?”

“Just careful.”

“What about?—”

“Enough.” He nipped my bottom lip, and before I could react, he crushed my mouth in a bruising kiss.

His hands went under my ass and lifted me.

No foreplay, no teasing. Outright domination.

His tongue forced its way between my lips and dueled with mine.

Actually, there was not much forcing, but my pussy spasmed against his torso and I had the urge to ride his belt buckle.

Cold metal against hot pussy. Oh, God. I was a hair trigger away from coming.

Our mouths continued clashing before I heard my bedroom door slam.

He broke the kiss and snarled, “I swear, woman, I have a lotta patience, but you’ve pushed my limits more than once.”

“Your stitches,” I screeched.

“I’ll survive.” Then I went flying across the room and landed on the bed. Dom pulled off his henley, and sure enough, he was already bleeding.

“You’re going to ruin the mattress,” I breathed. But did I care? No.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled. “Now shut up and let me have you before I lose my damn mind.”

He tossed my sneakers and he was yanking my joggers off. “I wanted to do this with more finesse…” he continued to mutter. “But you’ve been driving me crazy since last night.”

I braced on my elbows, utterly fascinated to see Dom fumbling with my clothes. “What? No foreplay?” I managed to tease before he peeled my panties away.

“Foreplay?”

The sinister gleam in his eyes subdued my teasing. It looked a lot like retribution and I was anxiously anticipating, achingly aroused, and all out of fucks. I was getting filled with a Dom-sized cock and it better be worth it.

He positioned himself between my thighs, his expression hungry.

“This is all the foreplay you’re getting.

” He dove in and tongued my clit before letting the rest of his mouth wrap around the sensitive flesh, swollen with all the blood rushing to it.

Dom wasn’t even gentle. He ate and bit. Swiping, sucking, and nibbling.

He was everywhere, all at once. My orgasm came fast and furious, and the pulses surged and kept on going.

I inhaled sharply, not able to exhale. He seemed to know how to pace my orgasm and relented a fraction to let me catch my breath.

He inserted his fingers. I had no clue how many, but a delicious stretch had me aching for the real thing.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Firecat.” They glided in and out so easily. I was embarrassingly slippery. “Give me more, baby.”

I realized I was gasping at the ceiling, but when I looked back between my legs, it was to see Dom watching me intently, devouring me with his gaze while my juices glistened on his lips.

And it was the most erotic sight. Like he was salivating and couldn’t get enough.

There was nothing more arousing than a man who liked to eat pussy.

With his eyes on me, he withdrew his fingers and casually slipped them into his mouth and slowly dragged them out.

“Delicious,” he murmured before he resumed his attack between my legs.

I lost count of how many times I’d come.

My voice was hoarse, but Dom seemed to relish making me scream.

And scream I did, over and over.

I wondered if I should worry about a neighbor hearing me, but with Dom, my inhibitions seemed to have taken a vacation. He rose above me, scorching me with the hunger in his eyes, and that hunger made me powerful.

He removed my top and unhooked my bra, carefully exposing my breasts. He visibly shuddered and his Adam’s apple bobbed. From my face, his silently assessing gaze traveled down my body, now bare for his scrutiny.

I was blessed with fifties-pinup-girl proportions, and this was a rare moment when I embraced my body with pride. I lifted my chin with defiance, waiting for Dom to say something.

“Good God,” he rasped. “You are perfection.” His belt buckle clinked.

The lowering of the zipper was loud in the room.

It signaled our point of no return. Then he was on top of me, shoving my thighs apart and surging inside me.

Out of control, he rocked into me. Filling me with cock, shocking me with its girth and length. The harsh thrust stealing my breath.

“Dom!” He withdrew and thrust hard. It was only on the third pump that a warning told me why it felt so good, and on the fourth, I registered that I didn’t hear the rip of the wrapper of a “condom.”

He froze, his eyes sharpening in horror.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Put one on,” I urged.

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yes! But…”

He withdrew instantly, and a hollowed feeling replaced the loss. I heard the ripping packet, and he slid right back inside me.

He cupped my face. “Sorry…too excited.”

I laughed. “Me too.”

He resumed pumping, but his face grew troubled. “Never happened before.”

I cupped his cheek. “That’s okay.”

He gripped my wrist by his face before letting it go to clamp his fingers around my neck and squeezed. His pounding intensified, speeding up his thrusts and ramming inside me over and over. Yes!

“Come for me,” he grunted. His hand around my neck loosened, and an orgasm ricocheted through me, blinding me behind my eyelids like a supernova.

I was still coming when Dom folded me over, pushing my knees almost up to my ears.

His face was right beside me, panting with his efforts, and his glorious grunts of exertion sent another shockwave rippling through me.

He thrust in one more time and stilled before giving me his weight.

His chin was over my shoulder and he was breathing like he’d just crossed the finish line in a sprint.

A film of sweat covered our bodies, and the familiar scent of sex shrouded us.

We were quiet for a while and I wondered if Dom had come to the same conclusion I had.