Page 25 of The Ecstasy of Sin (Brutal Brotherhood #1)

Dominic

She’s mine.

The thought ricochets through my skull like gunfire, obliterating everything else in its path. I didn’t leave her last night after I made her come all over my fingers, and I’m sure as hell not leaving her now.

Ghost met with me a few minutes ago while Wren is inside, eating the last free meal she will ever need to scavenge for.

He brought me exactly what I need to make sure she comes home with me tonight, whether she wants to or not. I’m hoping I don’t have to use it, but I will if it comes to that.

I’ve got a fight tomorrow night at Blood Siphon, and unless Wren is in the building, protected by my brothers while I’m in the cage, it’s not happening. That’s how I knew it was time to take our relationship to the next level.

I’d been planning it all morning as I followed her around the city. The last few days, she’s been stopping outside of the shelter every night to look for me and send me a text message. Tonight, I’ll lure her out into the alleyway and ask her to come home with me.

If she says no? I’ll take the decision out of her hands .

It turns out that stalking her is a major fucking turn-on for me, and so is the idea of kidnapping her. Whatever way this ends up going, I’ll enjoy every minute of it.

Between shadowing her every move and eliminating anyone who even thinks about posing a threat to her—or to us—I’ve been enjoying this courtship.

If circumstances were different, I’d take my time seducing her. It’s so much easier to convince someone to come live with you when they’re addicted to you, when their body craves what only you can give them, and when their survival has become dependent on you.

Too bad I’m impatient, and more impulsive than I thought. Wren is homeless, a danger I can’t tolerate her being exposed to any longer. I can’t exist in a world where she isn’t safe. Not anymore.

I had plans. They’re gone now, scorched in the wake of my obsession for her. I’m an addict, and if my drug of choice isn’t curled up in my bed every night from here on out, I’m liable to burn this whole fucking city to the ground.

I lean against the wall, arms crossed over my chest, watching the doors as the streetlights cast harsh shadows between the towering buildings. It’s late, and the city is already swallowed by darkness.

Wren’s been in there for over an hour, which is unusual for her, and it’s starting to make me antsy as fuck.

My phone dings. I pull it out of my pocket.

GHOST

I know you didn’t ask, but I cleared my schedule tonight. Just in case.

ME

Alright.

GHOST

Don’t get arrested.

ME

Can’t promise that.

GHOST

I’ll make Ryker cover your bail. He’ll love that.

I laugh under my breath, but I don’t have time to respond to Ghost when the doors to Good Shepherd Respite open up, and my beautiful girl walks out.

She steps down onto the sidewalk, turning in the direction of the women’s shelter, only to pause in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

My eyes narrow as I watch her, wondering what’s going through her head.

She turns in a slow circle as she scans her surroundings, searching for something. Or someone. Me, most likely. She won’t find me, though. Dressed in all black, with the hood of my sweatshirt pulled low, I’m out of sight.

Unable to find what she’s searching for, she turns back toward the shelter. But she doesn’t walk, standing there like she’s thinking too hard about something.

After what feels like forever, she pivots in place and starts walking in the opposite direction. Straight toward me.

I take a few steps back, moving deeper into the darkness, until she walks past where I’m standing. I let some distance span between us, then I peel off the wall and fall into step behind her.

She walks slowly, weaving through the crowd like she’s got nowhere to be. Like she’s just out for a walk in the cold night air.

I want to know where she’s going and what she’s thinking. What her plan is for the night, since she’s messing with mine by not walking to the shelter.

I pull out my phone, dodging a loud group of girls in stiletto heels, and check the time. She has an hour to get to the shelter. Where the fuck is she going?

Unable to stop myself, I pull up my chat with Wren and start typing.

ME

Where are you going?

My eyes are locked on her as she pulls her device from her back pocket and checks it. I can feel her curiosity before she even acts on it, and step behind a group of people heading in the same direction as us, just as she looks over her shoulder.

When she can’t find me, she turns her attention back to her phone.

WREN

Leaving town forever.

My stomach twists, and I scowl down at my phone.

What the fuck is she playing at?

I’m instantly uncomfortable with the foreign feelings crawling up my spine, slithering like an unwelcome guest. Why does the idea of never seeing her again make me want to kill everyone within a six-mile radius, and use their spinal cords to tether her and bind her to me?

ME

There's a left turn coming up. Take it.

WREN

I'm busy.

ME

If you don’t take that turn, I’m going to start leaving piles of bodies behind you until there’s no one left in this fucking city but you and me.

WREN

You're unhinged, Dominic.

ME

Take the fucking turn, Wren.

I fall back, putting some more distance between us, since the group I was walking behind is moving faster than she is and is about to pass her.

One of the girls bumps into her, causing Wren to sidestep and turn around.

I stop beneath the streetlight, my face cloaked in shadow beneath my hood. A few groups of people and several individuals keep moving between us, and although she cannot see my face, she’s staring right at me.

A grin tugs at the corner of my mouth as I watch her, her eyes wide and her lips parted as she breathes through what I imagine is her racing heart.

I tilt my head slowly.

She runs.

My heart kicks in my chest as she takes off in the direction I told her to go. Watching her run from me has my cock hardening like a steel fucking rod, and I break into a run after her.

I follow her down the quiet side street, but I’m much faster than she is. I hang back just enough to get the timing perfect, and the second she’s a few steps from the nearest alleyway, I’m on her .

She squeals when I grab her around the waist, lifting her off her feet and spinning us around as I take us both into the shadowed corridor.

My hand slams over her mouth to silence her as I drag us deeper, moving in and out of the labyrinth of alleys.

This section of the city is right on the edge of an old industrial park, with several abandoned buildings and rentals waiting for occupancy. There’s no one around, and no reason for anyone to come through here.

Once I’ve carried her into a private dead end space within this maze of concrete and brick, I drop her to her feet and use my body to slam her into the wall. I cradle her head with my hand, hardly noticing the sting of old, worn brick as it scrapes against my skin.

“You think you’re leaving town, do you?” I press into her body, letting her feel how fucking hard chasing her has made me. I grind my hips against her, pinning her there between my body and the wall. “As if I’d ever let you go. Like I wouldn’t hunt you down and drag you back to me.”

She moans behind my palm, but I want to hear every pretty little cry, so I release the hold I have on her. Instead, I gather both of her wrists in one of my hands and pin her arms above her head.

She struggles, but it gets her nowhere.

“You can’t stop me,” she breathes, her words conflicting with the way she presses into me like her body is desperate for all the things I promise to do.

“Is that so?” I rumble, my voice dropping low .

With my other hand, I force her down to her knees, still keeping her hands pinned above with one of my own. “It’s hard to leave when my cock is down your throat.”

Our eyes are locked together as I use the hand that forced her to her knees to pull my belt free. My heart is still racing as I watch the black of her pupils swallow the chocolate brown of her irises.

I pop the button of my pants, and the zipper slides down easily as my cock springs free.

Her eyes widen, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, looking at my dick like she’s trapped between fear and lust.

I don’t hesitate, grabbing my cock at the base and pressing it against her full lips. “Open your mouth.”

She looks up at me with her big, doe eyes—like she’s thinking about denying me. As if this secret little brat streak of hers doesn’t make me want to fuck the challenge right out of her.

When she doesn’t open her mouth for me, a shy but flushed look on her face, it dawns on me.

She wants me to force her.

A demented grin spreads slowly across my face, because there’s nothing I want more than to make her take me.

A bead of precum gathers at the head of my dick, and I wipe it across her lower lip. “Alright, little lamb. I’ll give you what you need.”

Still holding her hands captive above her head, I let go of my cock to grab her jaw, my fingers slipping in the side of her mouth and forcing it open. The second her lips part, I plunge my cock inside of her .

She whimpers, and I almost lose it because of that sweet sound. Her mouth is hot and tight, her lips stretched wide around me—and the sight of it makes me want to ruin her throat, even though I know she can’t take me.

Not yet, anyway.

I stroke her jaw as I feed her inch after thick inch, groaning when she slides her tongue across the underside of me. “Fuck, baby, look at you. On your knees, taking my cock like a good fucking girl.”

Tears gather in her eyes, as I start to move my hips, pumping myself in and out of her hot mouth. She’s pulling against my hand where it anchors her to the wall, and I can’t figure out if she’s trying to get away from me, or trying to lean in to take more.

A tear slips free and trails down her cheek, and I spiral dangerously close to spilling my load down her throat sooner than I want to.