Page 11 of Scorned Beauty

“Hypothetically?” Dom rasped, dropping his arm to his side. “Yes. And I wanted to kill him and I didn’t know why.”

Heat flushed my skin, warring with the goose bumps that chased down my back at the intensity behind his words and sharp gaze. We were standing a foot apart, which was a blessing. “Probably chivalry,” I said shakily. “Bianca…”

“Shut up.” He closed the distance between us. “Spend the weekend with me.”

An incredulous laugh escaped me. “What?”

“Please?”

Oh, he was trying to be cute.

“You’re just thankful I took care of you.”

A deep rumble of humor gusted past his mouth. “Beautiful, you shot me once. Conked me on the head tonight. I’m not attracted to you because I’m thankful.”

“Are you a masochist?” I gulped. We kept veering into a sexually charged conversation and I was powerless to stop myself.

“No labels, but I can be a deviant.” He put his hands on my shoulders and lowered his head so his mouth was by my ear. “You make me fucking hard. And if you don’t leave this room right now and continue talking to me in that fuck-me voice, I won’t be liable for what I do next.”

I was panting hard at this point, my feet glued to the orbit of Dom’s magnetic pull, and I couldn’t move.

“I’m going to throw you on that bed, bury my face between your gorgeous thighs, and lick your pussy until you scream my name and not care if I bleed all over you.”

I gasped and stumbled back before I raced out of the room.

Chapter

Four

Sloane

I was in deep trouble.The desire to rub one out in the shower was so tempting, but the lock on the bathroom was broken and I wouldn’t put it past Dom to barge in here and finish the job for me. My imagination was running amok. But it was because he was unpredictable.

He was incorrigible.

Nothing fazed him.

At all.

Dom propositioning me was absurd. It was probably a side effect of blood loss or adrenaline and I was a convenient warm body. I shouldn’t read too much into it. Besides, I couldn’t afford to get entangled with him. We were not the same.

You are just trash who cleans my toilet.

A voice from my past reverberated inside my head.

I had to make him leave. It was too early to call Bianca to come and get her cousin. Of course I could just send him home in a ride service like I had planned to, but he had minions at his beck and call and he didn’t need one. He could wear his trousersand jacket. His shirt and briefs were in the washing machine. I doubted he would miss them.

But he had to want to leave. I just had to be more decisive.

With renewed resolve, I exited the bathroom. Dom was lounging in the living room, flipping through channels.

He was still naked, thankfully, with a towel draped on his lap. I wasn’t joking when I said I’d become acquainted with every part of the human anatomy, that it had become routine. Sometimes I didn’t register that a patient was naked. I could attest that it was the reason my libido had been nonexistent. Nothing turned me on because I saw naked people frequently, so my attraction to Dom was troubling.

“I’ll call you a ride.”

His gaze flicked to me and he gave me a lazy head-to-toe appraisal. My hair was wet, and I’d twisted it up with a claw clip and all I had were scrubs in the bathroom.

“No need.”