Page 9 of Scorned Beauty (Scorned Fate #5)
I wanted to do this again and not just for the weekend. I wanted mind-blowing sex that would leave me satiated and boneless and thoroughly fucked.
Dom lifted off me and rolled onto his back.
Random deep exhales were the only rough sounds in the room. I didn’t want to look at him. I was suddenly very self-conscious.
“That felt more like a main course than a taste,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
I’d never been devoured to within an inch of my life and I wasn’t referring to Dom eating me out.
Just the way he fucked me. It was wild and cathartic.
Animalistic. He seemed angry about forgetting to put on a condom, not that I didn’t welcome his savagery in pounding me into the mattress.
That was delicious. I sensed he didn’t lose control like that and it freaked him out, but I didn’t want to gloat or analyze his lack of control earlier. He did, after all, suffer blood loss?—
Oh shit.
I shot up in bed. Sure enough, drips of blood seeped through the bedsheet. The comforter would have helped, but I neglected to fix my bed this morning.
“All right,” I said, patting Dom. “Get up before you ruin the mattress.”
He winced as he shifted to a sitting position. “I’ll replace it.”
“We can avoid that if you get off the bed now.”
He emitted a disgruntled sound and rolled up. He peered at his side. “The stitches are fine.”
“Good. Still, vigorous activity should be off the table for now.”
A ghost of a smile touched his mouth. “Does that mean we’re more than just a weekend thing?”
“Maybe,” I said, tapping my mouth as if I was considering it. I didn’t misread him. He wanted more of me and that gave me confidence to set the rules. “I’m a fan of spelling things out, but right now, I’m hungry for something else.”
“I’m all for refueling.” Dom opened the bedroom door and paused. “What the…your cat is a pervert.”
“What?” I went around him and dissolved into laughter when I saw Ginger sitting primly at the entrance, looking curious.
“I guess you’re used to her eavesdropping or voyeurism?”
“Let’s just say it was a good idea you shut the door.” I didn’t have to tell Dom that one time Ginger scared one of my regular hookups into not coming back when she positioned herself in close proximity to his hairy balls.
I needed Dom to fuck me again.
“No gifts?” Dom raised a brow at my second rule below the “no dating” one.
We had both showered and I rechecked Dom’s stitches. We were currently in the kitchen eating shrimp fried rice, lo mien, and beef broccoli from the Chinese restaurant next door.
“Is it because it’s the holidays?”
“Not really. But seriously. No gifts. No demands on time and I’m sure you’ll appreciate that, too.”
He made a humming sound while chewing on a bite of noodles.
He chased it down with beer, appearing contemplative.
“Look, I said that I don’t like the expectations that come with the term girlfriend or mistress , but it doesn’t mean I’m a scrooge.
I enjoy giving jewelry after I have a good time with a woman. ”
“Or when you end things?”
“Well, there’s nothing to end, remember?” He exhaled an exasperated breath.
“True, this isn’t a relationship.”
“You have a very negative perspective about relationships. Worse than mine. Who hurt you?”
“That’s not important, but we’re shaped by our pasts, right?”
“But we’re not allowed to talk about anything personal. How would I know not to trigger you?”
“I’m more Teflon than you think.”
Dom grumbled something unintelligible, attacking his plate with chopsticks. “I don’t have a problem with that, Sloane, but I have to go to events and I might have to take a woman as a date . Can you handle that?” He shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth.
“As long as you’re not sleeping with her.”
“I can’t claim you in public. It’ll be disastrous for you when we end our…whatever this is.”
His remark should hurt, but I was weirdly relieved.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I had to at least like the person I had sex with and not simply bang random strangers I met at a bar.
So this monogamous, no-strings-attached-sex arrangement was the perfect solution for me.
Now that I’d proven that Dom could deliver on orgasms, it was a plus that he wanted a no-commitment commitment like I did.
Keeping it under the radar would prevent other crime families from getting ideas about using me against him.
Being out in public with him was a disaster for my independence.
That was probably another reason he didn’t do girlfriends, especially if it was an ordinary person like me whose family couldn’t afford a legion of bodyguards.
He finished chewing before he answered, “There might be tabloid speculations about anyone I’m seen in public with.” At least he wasn’t one of those annoying men who talked with their mouths full.
“I promise not to cause drama as long as you’re honest with me.
Besides, that might be advantageous so people won’t be suspicious about us.
” I rose from my chair because I was craving wine for this discussion.
I never expected the “no gifts” rule to open so many avenues of discourse.
I grabbed one of my $10.99 bottles and twisted the corkscrew into it.
“You don’t always have to tell me when you have an event because you only call me when you want to hook up.
” I wiggled the cork out and dropped it onto a tray where I’d been collecting them.
“I might not always be available because I’m in the last year of nursing school, but I’m not down with you having sex with someone else while you’re fucking me. ”
He narrowed his eyes. “Same.”
“You don’t want any drama. You won’t get any from me. But I’d appreciate a call or a text to tell me we’re done.”
Dom spooned over a mountain of fried rice on his plate and resumed eating. “You know this sounds like a guy’s dream relationship but?—”
“We’re not calling this a relationship.”
“If this is about money?—”
“Maybe it is.” It totally was. After Dad left us penniless, my mother always reminded me to have my own money.
To never surrender financial power to a man or be dependent on him for survival.
Dom and I were worlds apart, both financially and in social status.
But if what he gave me was just sex and after receiving a prelude to what was to come—no pun intended—I wanted more.
What I didn’t want was the complication that came when money was involved, because what he would give me would be more than I could ever afford.
It wasn’t the same as a cleaning job where I charged exorbitant prices.
In my twisted mind, because of our wealth imbalance and because we couldn’t be seen in public, it was like he would be paying me for sex.
Fuck that. In the bedroom, we were equally matched.
“I’m still replacing your bed. No arguments.”
His blood had ruined the mattress. I wasn’t attached to it since it was lumpy as hell.
“I said ‘no gifting.’” I paused and took a dramatic sip of my wine. “I didn’t say I wasn’t practical.”