Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Tell me about those bruises.” He brushed his thumbs slowly over both sides of my waist, his touch making me shiver, my nipples pucker, my breath quicken.
“It’s really nothing,” I whispered.
“Tell me.”
I swallowed. “I went to the grocery store and a cart hit me.” It wasn’t a lie.
“What do you mean a cart hit you?” He dropped his hands from my waist and examined my hip with a frown on his face. “Unless the cart was moving concrete, I can’t imagine how it did this.” His eyes snapped up. “Tell me how this happened.”
“If I tell you what happened, you have to promise not to take it out on Marco.”
“Roselyn.” The rumbled warning made me shiver underneath his scrutiny.
“I’m serious, Dominic. I begged him not to say anything.”
His jaw twitched, but the concern in his eyes won over. “Nothing will happen to Marco.”
“There was this man wearing a baseball cap, so we couldn’t really see his face. He was nowhere near us. Marco was standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for me. The guy walked down the aisle and I didn’t really think anything of it until I heard the cart moving a little faster and I saw it from my peripheral vision.” I took a deep breath and let it out, dropping my gaze to my feet. “It was Anthony.”
“Anthony Costello did this to you?” His voice was so quiet, I barely heard him. When I looked up, his expression was dark, menacing.
I swallowed, nodding. “Marco ran straight to us, but he was faster and by the time either of us realized what happened, he was gone. It happened so quickly.”
“What was in the cart?”
“What?”
“The cart he hit you with, what was in it?”
I frowned. “Boxes of soda, I think.”
He looked at a spot over my head, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. I could see the darkness brewing. I could see that he was containing his anger so I wouldn’t see him the way I had that night, so he wouldn’t scare me. When his eyes met mine, they were clear of that darkness, but I could still see the anger, the concern. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him down, pulling myself onto him, unable to stand seeing him this way. My towel dropped as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He groaned into my mouth as I kissed him, his hands gripping my hips as I deepened it. He pulled me away slightly, to rid himself of his towel, his cock hitting me hard on the slit of my ass. I moved, trying to position myself on him, but had to pull away from his lips to do so. We were panting against each other.
“You do things to me, Roselyn.” He groaned deeply. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”
“I think I have an idea,” I replied breathily, rubbing myself against him.
He walked me back to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. Instead of thrusting inside me, he lowered himself to his knees and spread my legs. I got on my elbows and looked down, my breath catching at the sight of him as he gave a long, hard lick up my slit before pressing his lips to my clit and sucking. The sensation made me arch off the bed. I reached out and grabbed his head, wishing his hair was long enough to pull on. He continued to move his mouth on me, licking and sucking as if he couldn’t get enough of me.
“That’s it, baby. Grind that pussy against my mouth.” He drew circles around my clit, up and down my folds, encouraged by each of my gasps, my moans. “Fuck. I want to devour you.”
He pressed his lips back on me and did just that.
By the time we left the room, everyone was downstairs, looking at us with amused expressions that made me want to dig up a hole and die in it. I grabbed Dominic’s arm a little tighter, which made him chuckle and drop a kiss on my head. He lowered his lips to my ear so only I could hear. “One minute you’re begging me to fuck you, and the next you’re blushing because you screamed my name so fucking loud that everyone heard you?”
A shiver raked through me. I slapped his chest, which made him laugh harder. He pulled me flush against him, holding me to his chest as if he was afraid to let go. I wasn’t sure what scared me the most, opening up to this life, these people, or the idea of him ever letting me go.
29
ROSIE
I felt about Monday the way people felt about the weekend. Since we got back from Lorenzo and Catalina’s house, I’d only spent maybe a full thirty minutes with Dominic, between performances, rehearsals, and his job. I had two days off, Monday and Tuesday. I was performing twice from Wednesday to Sunday, so this was a much-needed break. When I opened my eyes on Monday morning, I found him looking at me. He smiled softly when our eyes met. I wondered how often he watched me and why, instead of feeling freaked out about it, I was turned on by the idea that he was this enamored with me.