Page 37 of Sweetest Sin (Tempting Love #1)

With his messy blond hair and green eyes, he’s cute, but he doesn’t hold a candle to Dominick’s gray eyes and sexy smirk.

“Hi,” I say back, giving him a polite smile before I turn back around and move closer to Brielle, hoping he’ll get the message.

But apparently, he doesn’t because a second later, his hands are back on me—only, instead of going to my hips like they did last time, he has the audacity to run them down my ass.

I spin around and get in his face, ready to tell him not to ever touch me again, but before a single word makes its way out, he’s ripped away from me by …

“Oh shit,” I breathe, my eyes meeting Dominick’s.

“You see this man?” Dominick says, his tone so cold that even in this overly hot club, shivers race up my spine. “You let him touch you, and now, what happens next is on your conscience.”

He turns his back on me and nods toward the two men who have surrounded the guy that had his hands on me.

It takes a second for my alcohol-induced brain to compute what he just said, but once I do, I race toward him, grabbing the curve of his elbow.

“Dominick, wait.”

He stills but doesn’t look at me.

“Please,” I yell over the music. “I didn’t let him touch me. I was about to tell him not to do it again, but then?—”

Slowly, he turns to look at me, and the moment I take in his glacial gray eyes, I realize my mistake. If I didn’t let him touch me, then that means he did it without my permission.

Dominick nods toward the men, and they grab the guy by his biceps, dragging him off the dance floor.

Oh God, they’re going to kill him, and it will be my fault. Sure, he shouldn’t have touched me, but we’re at a club, and things like this happen. I would’ve told him not to do it again, and he would’ve moved on to another woman.

But now …

“Stop, please!” I shout, about to run past Dominick to beg his men not to kill the guy.

But before I can get to them, Dominick hooks his arm around my waist and hauls me into an area similar to the one I was in with Brielle and her friends. Only this one is bigger and situated in the corner and the curtains are closed.

When we get inside, Dominick barks something to one of his men, who nods and closes the front curtain, leaving us in total privacy.

Dominick picks me up and sets me on the mini bar that is used to hold and serve liquor, and instinctively, my legs wrap around his torso.

“Dominick, please,” I beg. “Don’t kill?—”

“Enough,” he barks. “I don’t want to hear you begging for that man’s life to be spared. It was bad enough I had to watch him groping what is mine. You will not defend him.”

His words both turn me on and piss me off because …

“Fuck you! I was handling him just fine. And the last time I checked, I’m not an object you possess. If I want to let him or anyone touch me, I?—”

My rant is cut off when his fingers wrap around the base of my throat, and he pushes my head back until it hits the wall behind me.

And then his mouth is on mine. The kiss starts off one-sided, Dominick licking the seam of my lips, but when I get a taste of him, I can’t help but groan into his mouth.

With my lips momentarily parted, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

His tongue massages mine, and I slide my hands over his abs, needing to touch him in some way.

Between his jacket and dress shirt and pants, there are too many articles of clothing separating my hands from his flesh, and I sigh in annoyance, making him break the kiss.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his eyes locking with mine.

“Mine to touch.” He tightens his grip on my throat with one hand and runs the other one up my naked thigh.

“Mine to kiss.” He brushes his lips against mine gently and then nips my bottom lip, making me hiss.

“Mine to fuck.” He shoves his hand between my legs, and like the horny bitch I am, I spread them more to help him gain better access.

His fingers delve under my panties, and when they slide between my wet folds, he groans.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaking wet. Does that turn you on?

Me staking my claim on you?” He removes his hand and brings his glistening fingers up to his mouth, sucking on his pointer and middle fingers. “So damn perfect.”

The front curtain moves slightly, and I’m reminded of what we were arguing about before he distracted me with his mouth and fingers.

“Dominick, please,” I say, framing his face with my hands.

“I want to be yours, but I can’t be with someone who can kill a man for touching me.

I get it—violence is part of your world.

But it can’t be part of mine. He was wrong to put his hands on me without permission, but it shouldn’t equal a death sentence, and I can’t have that on my conscience. ”

He stares at me for several seconds, then nods and takes a small step back. I feel my stomach drop, thinking we’ve reached the end before we even got started.

I told him how I felt, and he can’t give me what I want … what I need. It’s better that we know this now, but it still hurts.

Dominick pulls out his phone, presses a button, and puts it to his ear. A moment later, he says, “Make sure he stays alive,” with his eyes trained on mine. “And no permanent damage,” he adds before hanging up.

Hope blossoms in my chest.

“Thank you,” I tell him, leaning in and kissing his lips.

He kisses me back, and within seconds, we’re right back where we left off—kissing and groping and grinding on one another.

He reaches around and fists my hair, tugging my head back so I’m forced to look at him, our mouths only millimeters apart.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands. “Tell me you want me to fuck this cunt until you’re screaming my name.”

He cups my pussy, and I squirm in my spot at the mere thought of him inside me. I had only spent one night with him years ago, but he was one of the best lovers I’ve ever been with.

I don’t know what our future holds, and there’s so much we need to discuss and figure out. But the one thing I do know is how much I want this man. It’s been months, and I know he’ll leave me satisfied.

“I want you,” I tell him. “Please, fuck me and make me scream your name.”

His mouth collides with mine, and his tongue delves between my parted lips.

My hands go to his jacket, tugging the material off him, and then I unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel his skin beneath my fingertips.

He spreads my legs wider and goes back to fingering me. I’m soaked, and even with the music blaring around us, I can hear the noise my pussy is making as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me.

“Fuck,” he groans, breaking the kiss so he can lick his way along my jaw and up my neck.

He sucks on the flesh just below my ear, and I clench my thighs in want. There’s just something about the way Dominick touches me. Like the only way he can find his pleasure is through me.

His fingers hit the spot deep within me, and when his thumb grazes my clit, that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.

“Jesus, woman.” He chuckles, stroking me through my orgasm. “How long has it been? That only took thirty seconds.”

“How about you shut up and fuck me?” I murmur, bringing my lips back to his.

The orgasm was good, but I know what his cock is capable of.

I reach for his pants, unbutton and unzip them, and then pull his hard length out of its confines.

It’s long and thick and smooth, the way I remember it being.

And my mouth waters at the thought of tasting him.

But now isn’t the time. There are people just outside of this enclosure, and I want him inside me.

Before I can guide him into me, Dominick lifts me off the bar and pushes me against the back wall. He rips my panties off my body so they’re no longer in his way and then thrusts into me, filling me so full that I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

“You feel this?” he asks, pulling out slightly and then pushing back in. “You feel me inside of you?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Now, fuck me!” I beg.

He’s teasing me with this bullshit, and he knows it.

He tilts my head up and peers into my eyes, his own filled with lust and possession. “Tell me you’re mine, Peaches, and I’ll fuck you how you need.”

“I’m yours,” I tell him without thought.

“And nobody will ever touch your body but me?”

“Nobody will ever touch my body but you,” I breathe, desperate for him to fuck me.

He captures my mouth with his and then thrusts back into me. Only this time, instead of stopping, he keeps going. He fucks me hard and deep, and with the alcohol lingering in my system, every touch, every kiss, every caress feels like so much more.

“Fuck, Peaches,” he moans against my lips. “I’ve thought about your mouth, your body, your fucking pussy so many times over the years, but my memory didn’t do it justice.”

At his words, my insides tighten around him, and he groans.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. I want to feel your juices dripping down my balls.”

His dirty talk is my undoing. I let go and come so hard that black spots dot my vision. I hear Dominick say that he’s coming, and I feel him swell inside me, but I’m too overwhelmed by my own orgasm to give anything else much thought.

“Let’s go home,” he says as we work to catch our breath. “There are so many things I want to do to you tonight in our bed.”

He lifts me off him, setting me onto my feet, and I glance down at his cum running along the insides of my thighs.

“Dominick!” I gasp, glancing up at him. “You came inside me.”

He quirks a brow. “And?”

“And I’m not on birth control,” I hiss. “Until I am, we need to use condoms.”

He scoffs. “I’m not fucking you with anything between us,” he says, lifting me back onto the mini bar and spreading my legs.

He grabs a couple of napkins and wipes the sticky substance off my flesh. Then, he leans down and gives the inside of my thigh a kiss before he looks at me with a soft smile that is too close to disarming me.

“No protection?” I snort out a laugh. “I hope you like having a house full of kids.”

His smile disappears, and I mentally smirk, thinking I scared him—as intended.

That will serve him right, refusing to use ? —

“I missed it all last time,” he murmurs, placing his hand on my belly. “The next time you’re carrying my baby, I’ll be there for every moment of it. And if you even think about running, I will follow you, and I won’t stop until I catch you and bring you back.”

“I’m not … Dominick! I’m not getting pregnant again,” I tell him, ignoring the part about me running and him catching me because we both know I’m not going anywhere. I’m in too deep to leave him. And the truth is … I don’t think I want to.

“Why not?” he asks. “You heard our son. He wants a brother. Though I’m sure he won’t mind if we give him a little sister.”

He smirks, and I groan.

“You owe me a pair of panties,” I tell him, hopping down and readjusting myself. There’s still cum dripping out of me, but there’s nothing I can do until I get to a toilet. “And I’m getting on birth control.”

Ignoring my comment about my ripped panties, he says, “So, what you’re saying is, I have until you go to the doctor to get you pregnant?”

He tugs on my hair, tilting my head to the side, and peppers kisses along my neck.

“I want to watch you grow my baby,” he murmurs against my neck, causing goose bumps to prickle my skin. “Tell me you want that too.”

I shake my head, confused and turned on and orgasm-drunk.

“Don’t think I forgot about what you told me in the Dominican Republic.

You want to get married and have two, maybe three kids, all close in age so they’re not lonely, like you were as an only child.

You want date nights and romantic getaways.

All the shit your mom never got. I can give you that, Peyton,” he says, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You just have to let me.”

“It’s not …” I start to argue, but my thoughts become foggy when Dominick’s finger slides under the material of my dress and starts to massage my clit.

“Dominick,” I whine, both turned on and annoyed that I can’t resist this man.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, lifting me back onto the mini bar. “Feel how good this feels.”

He continues to work my sensitive bud, and before I know what’s happening, my legs are spread, and he’s pushing his cock back into me.

Unlike last time, he fucks me with smooth, languorous strokes that match the way he’s massaging my clit.

I don’t know if it’s the liquor or the previous two orgasms he gave me, but my body feels like Jell-O, every part of me hypersensitive.

When I come around his cock, screaming out his name, I’m almost positive I pass out for several moments.

“Good girl. Take all my cum,” Dominick says as he lifts me into his arms. “I promise, Peaches,” he says as he carries me out of the VIP area and toward what looks like a back door, “I’m going to give you everything you could ever want and more.”