Page 38 of Scorned Beauty

Forget out of control, my request turned him feral. Pushing my knees up to my ears, Dom rammed inside me.

He pounded me fast and hard until I was coming again.

“Fuck, Sloane, fuck,” he growled. “You feel so good, baby.”

His cock turned rock hard. His agonized eyes met mine before he squeezed them shut and groaned deep. He grunted. He continued to pump, but his hooded eyes assessed my face as if searching for discomfort.

When a lazy smile stretched my mouth, his expression softened, then he withdrew and looked between us.

“There’s a theme of blood each time we have sex,” I laughed lightly.

“We should do a blood exchange next.” Dom rolled on his back.

“I need to get cleaned up again.”

“In a minute.” Dom flung an arm and a leg over my body, effectively trapping me. “I’m enjoying this post-coitus.”

“Post-coitus. How romantic.”

He nuzzled my neck. “I really am sorry for being an ass.”

“Let me get this straight. You’re sorry for today. For simply showing up here after I didn’t answer your texts.”

“That…and…” He exhaled heavily and let me go to sit up. “I know it’s not fair to you. I don’t want to stop sleeping with you, but this month is going to be hectic as fuck.”

“I’m busy too,” I retorted.

“Finals, right?”

“Yep, and then it’s winter break.”

“Have the Russians been bothering you?”

“Nope, they’ve been quiet. I haven’t heard from Billy.” Which was a good thing.

Dom merely nodded and muttered what sounded like, “That’s good. That’s good.”

“Is there anything else? Because I really want to hit the shower, wear jammies, and sleep the entire weekend.”

“Sloane, I’m going to have to take other women to holiday events. This was scheduled before?—”

I held up my hand. “We’ve already talked about this. As long as you don’t have sex with them?—”

“If it becomes too hard for you…”

“Stop, okay?” I rolled out the other side of the bed and padded around it to get to the door. “You’re making it complicated.”

“No, I’m not.” He jumped out of bed and clasped my arm. “Knowing that you were out with Phil?—”

“You thought I was going to sleep with him?”

I shook my arm free and crossed my arms. “Wait a minute, you’re not suggesting while you take beautiful ladies to these galas, I’m not allowed to go out with guy buddies.”

He scrubbed a hand down his face in frustration. “You can’t deny that Phil wants to get into your pants.”

When I didn’t say anything, he put his hands on his hips as if sayingI rest my case, but I couldn’t help admiring his toned abs and his semi-erect cock which hadn’t fully gone down.

“Baby, if you continue looking at me like that…”