Dom reached out, palming my throat, his thumb pushing my chin to force my head back.
“That’s the thing, handsome. You really don’t.”
I grit my teeth, my lips tingling as I glared at him. I couldn't let him get away with it. It was too much.
After every single thing I had thought I felt for him, the month of choking down my need because I didn’t want to betray Molly, and it wasn’t her I’d been with. The pain, the indecision, the sleepless nights stroking myself to Dom, trapped in my situation, and it was all a lie.
Pressed against his body, I felt the outline of his cock against my stomach, and my anger flared. I pulled back my fist, myelbow pointed downwards, hitting him in the shoulder with the edge of my hand. He gasped in shock, and my little finger stung at the impact. I couldn’t find another way to express myself except to hurt him.
And his response was to swoop down and kiss me again.
“No,” I pushed him back, pinning him to the door. “No, you don’t get to kiss me like it’s somehow resolved.” I hit him again, but it was a pathetic attempt. I didn’t have any strength when he bucked his hips, grinding his cock against me.
“That’s it, handsome. Just keep going. Make me feel it.”
I slammed my fist over his heart, and he moaned as the door rattled. But he still smiled.
“I never want to see you again,” I hissed, stepping back from him, but he wouldn’t let me go.
He grabbed my wrist, my hand pulsing from punching him, and kept me close.
“Don’t lie to me, Harry. You know I can always tell. What you feel for me is so fucking far away from hate.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "Do you know how hard it is to sit next to you, knowing how much you want me, and not touch you? I meant it when I said I would suck you off on the yacht in front of everyone. I need them to know what this is.”
“That’s what you’re saying? That’s where you’re going with this? Poor Dom can't get what he wants so he manipulates and lies instead?”
“Yeah, I’m fucking going there. I’m making this about me. Because I’m going to keep on telling you how much I love youuntil I’ve drilled it into your head. There’s no stopping me now, handsome.”
I threw my fist at him again, landing a punch on his shoulder. His head notched back, his chin lifting as his bottom lip dropped open and he groaned.
I froze, my hand over him, watching the pleasure scatter across his face. I was supposed to be hurting him, but he was enjoying it far too much.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he sighed, dipping his gaze back down to me.
I was going to snap back, but he didn’t give me a chance to reply. All I gave was a weak whimper as he gripped my ass and held me.
I didn’t know how far he would go, but I knew I wanted him to push me. Our bodies rubbed together frantically, my hands clasping his shoulders, until Dom moved.
His kiss changed as our tongues connected, his grip hardening, his heavy breaths meeting mine as we fell into each other.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he murmured against my lips. “You want me like this?”
He gripped me harder, trapping me against his body. I almost came right there. Everything was so intense, all of me on high alert; angry, betrayed, mortified that he would do that, but my body still craved his.
The hand on my back released and he grasped my face, digging his hands into my hair, forcing me to look up at him.His clutch was tense, like he needed to hold me to stop me from running away. Didn't he know I couldn't do it anymore? I couldn't escape him. I was too far gone.
“I need you so fucking much, Harry. Just here, like this,” he said coarsely, his eyes burning, lowering his head to me again.
Everything was so full. I didn’t have words for him. I didn’t want to give him anything. But I also couldn’t let him stop. If we stopped, I’d have to face reality.
I needed to taste his lips, and I closed my eyes, expecting him to follow my lead, to kiss me again. Instead, I cried out in shock, lightning spearing through me as his tongue creased my neck, drawing a line up the softest part of my throat, over my Adam’s apple, and burying in the nook between my neck and chin. He kissed me there, biting gently before continuing his path up to my face.
Kissing my cheeks, my chin, moving his hand to let his lips find my neck, his rough stubble scraping my skin as I moaned beneath him.
“Just like that, handsome. Relax for me. Let me take care of you.”
Harry
Ichoked out a gasp as the words shuddered through me. I’d been hearing them for weeks, and it only made it so much worse.