Page 144 of Scorned Beauty

“Consider this our arranged marriage. You will fall in love with me, eventually.” I shot her a roguish grin. Color climbed her cheeks.

She laughed and pushed at my chest. “What has gotten into you?”

“Understand you’re not a foregone conclusion. Now that the public knows who I’m crazy about, I’m afraid someone else is gonna try to steal you from me. Although I know you like villains and I’m New York’s most eligible villain after all, so I have the advantage.”

Her body shook with laughter. “You’re so cocky.” Then she narrowed her eyes. “But we’re not rushing into this, remember? So no calling me your wife.” She shoved me away. “Now go get me coffee.”

“Meow.” That one meow from Ginger was demanding.

Sloane muttered, “Let me feed this cat so she’ll forgive us for ignoring her.”

I poured coffee into a fresh mug and refilled mine. “She knows who keeps her in style with her expensive tuna. She’s not complaining much.” I set Sloane’s coffee on the counter, nearlyspilling my own as I took a sip. She was bent over, giving me an eyeful of the shadow between her thighs.

My cock stirred behind my sweatpants, rapidly increasing in girth and length as Sloane continued to flash me her delicious pussy. My mouth watered, but I wasn’t ravenous for pudding and bacon. Slamming my mug on the kitchen island, I stalked toward Sloane who suddenly straightened. Her eyes widened when she saw me heading for her.

“Dom, what…?”

“Breakfast. Now. You.”

I swept the plates off the kitchen counter, lifting her onto it, not caring about the distant crash and an indignant feline howl. I was too focused on Sloane.

I dragged her to the edge and spotted the gleam of triumph in her eyes. “You did that on purpose.”

“Sometimes, food is not the first thing I want in the morning,” she breathed expectantly.

“You got it,” I growled, burying my head between her thighs, and feasted.

Sloane

One could sayI was like the cat who swallowed the cream.

After Dom tongue-fucked and fucked me on the kitchen counter, we were both reclining on the couch while the remnants of breakfast—cold bacon and burnt croissant pudding—sat on the coffee table. Despite the vigorous activity in the kitchen, I wasn’t that hungry for food.

“You know I love waking you up with my mouth,” Dom murmured in my ear. “But I thought I’d give you a bit of reprieve seeing how I wore you out last night.”

“And I appreciate it, except the picture of you being all nurturing and cooking me breakfast got me all hot.” I was looking at Ginger who was cleaning her paws by the window, soaking up the late morning sun.

“Hot, huh?”

“What will I do with you, Dominic De Lucci?” I splayed my fingers across his hard chest. The organ underneath it beat against my palm.

“You can do whatever you want with me.”

“You said being in a relationship is fraught with expectations,” I said. “Is there something you expect from me?”

“So far you’re meeting expectations.” He chuckled.

“Be serious, Dom. This is not a job review.”

“Exactly. That’s why corporate America was never for me,” he said. “I was wrong, baby, when I said that. I think trust is more important. I know I fucked up and trampled on your heart. I know why you’re hesitant to say you love me. You almost confessed, right? That night you broke up with me?”

“I was falling for you.”

He stilled. “Was.”

“It was a bond that was poorly formed,” I explained. “We started trying not to feel more, and I started resenting my place in your life because I was growing more attached. I had to end it. We were trying so hard to keep our affair impersonal, we forgot how to be friends. Friends who trusted each other. The situation could have ended differently, but I’m learning from those mistakes.”

I could feel Dom nod his head. “We’re learning.”