The Scandal You Started, page 22
There’d been a constant awareness of that knowledge, teasing her skin as she’d worked on the letters in the museum with the curators. It’d remained at the back of her mind mostly, but it fed her arousal with a constant supply of shameless ideas. What she wanted to do to Dominic, how she wanted to corrupt him, the way she wanted him to fuck her so damn thoroughly.
It shocked her how intensely the aching sensation spiked the moment she laid eyes on him again when she returned to the farmhouse. It wasn’t like her. Almost disgustingly embarrassing too, that just the sight of him made her wet and hot. But excitement outweighed her disdain that a man had that much control over her body.
Because she had equal control over his too.
And bloody woods, Dominic was terrible at hiding it. Every needy, possessive thought unravelled in his dilated pupils like an endless scroll for her to read. It was going to cause a problem if they were to successfully hide their involvement, but she couldn’t find it in her to be mad at him when it fed her feminine pride like nothing ever had before.
But that lust in his eyes was replaced by horror when Ash sat Dominic down at the dining table and opened up his medical case.
“Are we done now?” Dominic asked as Ash slipped two vials of blood into a small clear bag.
If Dominic had been standing rather than seated, Rayna was entirely sure he would have been swaying on his feet, about to pass out at the sight of his own blood. Or maybe it was the process of having his blood drawn that was creeping him out, because he kept glancing nauseously at the hollow of his elbow where he held a blob of cotton wool to ebb the small amount of bleeding.
“Almost,” Ash replied, laying the bag into a slot in his case.
“You have poked and prodded every inch of my body with all your contraptions. What more could you possibly need to do?” Dominic grumbled.
Ash offered him a new, empty vial. “You need to urinate in this.”
From the seat opposite, Rayna got to watch the cartoonish way Dominic’s jaw rolled open.
He quickly bristled. “I beg your finest pardon. I need to what?”
Kelly hooted, and Dominic whipped an embarrassed glare in her direction where she was curled up against River on the fabric sofa. River dropped his head, trying to curb the grin playing hide-and-seek on his face. Even Ash’s professional demeanour cracked. His mouth twitched, and ruby-red eyes glittered with laughter.
“I need a urine sample,” Ash said again.
“Whyever would you bloody need that?”
“To run tests on.”
Ash waved the vial closer to Dominic, but he shrank away like there was pee already in it.
“I’m so glad we stayed,” Kelly muttered through a laughing sigh and wiped the corners of her eyes. “This is the best Thursday night entertainment ever. It’s almost as funny as watching you fail to jump the bridge in Jungle Rumble for like an hour.”
Dominic’s jaw locked as his cheeks pinkened. He shot daggers at her with all the exasperation of an older sibling, then turned his scowl to Rayna with a tilt of his chin.
See this? This is what you left me to deal with, his eyes silently complained.
Apparently, Kelly had been teaching Dominic to play computer games, but his failure to grasp the controls on the keyboard had created a rift in their friendship. All because Kelly had been in stitches every time Dominic had accused the game of being at fault for his struggles.
“Go pee in the bottle, Dominic,” she said, nodding a grin towards the archway.
He let out a discontented sigh. “Must I?”
“Yes,” Ash answered.
Dominic slapped the cotton wool he’d been pressing to his elbow against the table. “It is utterly repulsive that you want me to—to excrete in a bottle.” He snatched the tube from Ash as he stood. “And to announce it in front of two women on top of that…”
He grumbled something under his breath as he headed for the exit.
“You have to give a poo sample after this,” Kelly said with a shrug.
Dominic’s head snapped so fast in her direction, he almost threw himself off balance. “A what?”
A loud laugh burst from Rayna, and Kelly cackled maniacally, collapsing against River’s side as her fiancé tried so hard to tame his laughter.
“Kelly,” River scolded light-heartedly.
“What?” she snickered. “I’m just giving him a heads-up—”
“No,” Dominic immediately bit out at Ash, who grinned over his shoulder. “No, I refuse. I will not. You cannot make me. I do not care what you say or do. That is vile, and I will not—”
“Relax,” Rayna said, laughter fluttering through her words. “You don’t. She’s just messing with you.”
A slow rise of colour drifted up Dominic’s neck and face as his clenched jaw shifted back and forth for several quiet seconds. He jabbed a finger towards Kelly. “I want this villainess gone before I return.”
Then he stomped out the archway, leaving them all in a fit of laughter.
Of course, Kelly didn’t leave with River in the time it took Dominic to pee in the bottle. Nor did they after he walked back in, red-faced and disgusted, with a tissue-wrapped bundle pinched between his finger and thumb that he handed to Ash. Instead, Rayna ordered food from their favourite noodle bar, and the five of them had dinner together.
Throughout it all, Dominic stayed fastened to her side like Velcro that had been dipped in superglue. No matter where she sat or went, he was there. Next to her, behind her, plodding over like he knew no one else in the room, shuffling his chair so close and then plastering his thigh right against hers with a burn of yearning darkening his golden irises.
Rayna glared at him a few times in warning. But she’d be lying if she said the pathetic way he looked at her, every brush of his leg or hands, his bloody damn proximity didn’t zap static right down to her clit, making her pulse and puddle in impatient excitement for the moment she had him alone.
By the time she and Dominic were waving Ash, River, and Kelly to their cars, the crackle of need coursing through her had turned her into a thrumming vessel of lust.
Rayna’s heart pounded as she closed the front door on the crunch of gravel, placing her and Dominic in a scorching silence. High-voltage tension travelled down the taut string that tethered them together. She didn’t need to look at him to feel it, but oh, she needed to look at him.
She rotated and throbbed sharply enough to steal her breath when she found him looming like a big predator less than a step away.
Fuck.
He held her under his heavy, glazed stare. She gazed back, her tongue swelling and clit rhythmically pulsing his name.
“They left,” Dominic muttered, his deep voice abrading through her belly.
The obvious observation made her mouth curl. “They have.” She angled her face under his as she rested her upper back against the door. “So?”
He swayed with her, pressing a forearm by her head. He brushed the back of his other fingers, feather-light, along her jaw. “We are alone.”
“We are,” she echoed and tracked her hands up over his broad chest. His skin was hot under his T-shirt, the thud of his heart vibrating through her bones. “Now what?”
He slipped lower and teased a finger over the shell of her ear, sparking all her nerve endings down to her toes. “You promised me something this morning.”
“Did I?”
“Yes.” He snaked an arm around the curve of her back, pulling her away from the door and into him. “And I must admit, after all I have endured today, all those hours without you and that damned checkup, my patience is beginning to wear very thin.”
He said that, but they were both touching and talking like they were in no rush. Yet it was still flaming the sexual tension between them hotter, pouring gasoline around their feet while they both held on to a lit match, only delaying dropping it to build up the anticipation further.
Rayna pushed off her heels and arched closer, pressing the bulge of his hardening cock deeper into her stomach. Dominic gave a delicious little flinch and delight skated down her spine.
“Yeah, I can feel how thick your lack of patience is getting.” She gave a slight rock from side to side, teasing him as much as she was taunting her own ache. “But I dunno know.” She cocked her chin. “You think you’ve been a good enough boy for me?”
His breath snagged, and he tensed around her.
She had him there. Trapped between vicious denial and blazing arousal, both of them warred over his brow and set off explosions behind his eyes. Letting either one win would cost him something, but his inability to decide kept him satisfyingly mute.
At least until he embossed her hip with the shape of his fingers and growled, “I am not a boy.”
No, he was a man—with a dick big enough to make her question whether he’d fit. But like a mindless glutton, she wanted him to work her body to the limit and then push her further.
“You’re not,” she agreed, scratching her fingers up his nape. “But I told you, only good boys get rewarded, and you want your reward, don’t you?”
His jaw worked, but when she combed over his scalp, his lips came apart with a shiver. “Yes, dammit. I want it. I deserve it.”
And he took it.
Dominic clutched a fistful of her hair and captured her lips with bruising need and possession.
Heat gushed to the surface of her skin as Rayna released an unguarded moan and climbed him like a tree. She rubbed herself against his thick hard-on, grappling his hair, shoulders, and T-shirt to feel more of him, closer, heavier over her. He poured one gruff breath after another down her throat as their tongues locked in a frenzied dance.
Their kiss broke when he clutched her by the back of one thigh and hoisted her up. She locked her legs around him, sinking the liquid heat between her legs against his erection, and gyrated as he thrust his tongue back into her mouth. She sucked on it until he retreated and eagerly did it again when he fed it back to her, mimicking the hollow clench of her envious cunt. With a low moan, he deepened their kiss, moulding the back of her thigh in a grip that bordered on delicious pain, and she clutched at his hair just as hard.
Rayna gulped in a lungful of air as Dominic dragged his swollen lips down her chin. The weight of desire clouding her mind made her head feel heavy and fuzzy. She let it fall back, opening her throat to the trail of wet kisses he laid.
“You make me want things when you taunt me,” he rasped, his hot breath firing tingles all over her skin. “Wicked and depraved things.” He lapped his tongue over her pulse. “Things a gentleman ought not want to do.”
His words added pressure to the aching tickle of unspent pleasure in her sex, and doubled when he sucked on the sensitive spot of her neck, causing her to jolt.
“Fuck,” she mewled, struggling to keep her eyes open. “Dominic.”
He licked over her hot, buzzing skin and back up towards her lips. She captured his chin in the cup of her hand as she swiped greedily across his tongue.
“Do it,” she said. “Tell me what you want, and then do every single depraved thing to me.”
Feverish arousal erupted in his gaze, turning his irises the bright yellow of angry, spitting lava, and he smashed a kiss to her lips.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered through heavy pants. “Here.”
Her cunt sobbed in glee as he set her on her feet. He didn’t give her time to feel embarrassed by the way her legs wobbled and pushed her back against the door.
“I should…we should shower first,” she damn near slurred.
Bloody woods, what the fuck was he doing to her?
She normally got off on the power that came with seducing and teasing and having the upper hand, but she couldn’t even think beyond dick, fingers, tongue, want to come, need to come. It was either the result of weeks of pent-up desire, or Dominic was a lethal dose of aphrodisiac, making hunger burn so ferociously inside her, it was turning her into a needy mess.
But when he was so obviously keen on giving her gratification, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Afterwards,” he barely got out before yanking the front of her T-shirt up over her chest.
Her breasts jostled behind the cup of her lace-detailed, cotton bra, but he caught them in his palms and tugged the thinly padded fabric under the weight of each globe. Eyes glued to her nipples, he moaned like a lusty fiend.
Rayna almost chuckled. Oh, he was definitely a boob man. No question there. Not when, for the second time, he was staring at her chest like he’d found a lost artefact of the ancient world.
He lifted and massaged them in his hands. “You are lovely, darling. So lovely.”
She hummed under the pleasant caress of his thumbs as he circled them around the copper brown peaks, making them pucker and harden. But as he bent forward and lowered his open mouth, he surprised a gasp out of her by tweaking them harshly.
He sighed with satisfaction. “What a sweet sound.”
He closed his lips around one nipple and grazed his teeth over it as he gently rubbed the other one. When she arched into him, he sucked and pinched her hard. She cried out his name, and he swapped to soothing the other bud with his suckling mouth. And swapped again, sending sharp stings of bittersweet pleasure through her. And again, until she yanked at his hair with both fists and whimpered.
Letting her hot, reddened nipple slip from his mouth, he watched her with the blown eyes of a crazed man, his cheeks pink. Then he plucked at both, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs, and, fucking woods, he might as well have been pinching her clit.
“Dominic,” she groaned, her face scrunching in sweet pain.
He shivered, his lashes slipping low. “You sought to know what depraved, wicked things I wish to do to you,” he breathed, his voice ridiculously hoarse. “It is this.” He gave her breasts a squeeze. “Making you cry and scream for me, while I tease and taunt you as you do to me.” Her belly clenched as he placed a kiss over one nipple. “I want to leave you a touch…sore.” He nipped at the other one, and she let out a gritted sound. “Just enough to make certain you always feel where I have touched you.”
The puddle in her underwear turned to a lake as his mouth skimmed lower. He bit just to the side of her belly button, caressing his hands down her waist, and she whimpered, pushing and pulling at his head. When she looked down between his teeth marks and face, he was kneeling before her. Arousal pressed so heavily on her lungs, they were deflating into useless pancakes.
He tucked his fingers into the waistband of her loose cotton trousers and thong, holding her gaze hostage. “I desire to mark my presence on you.” He licked over his teeth marks. “On your skin.” He tugged ever so slightly at her clothes. “Inside you. Here.” Her jaw collapsed as he exhaled right over her. “So you remember your mistake in calling me a boy.”
Oh, she’d remember all right. She’d remember to do it again and again if this was what it did to him. Corrupted the so-called proper marquess into a growling, lustful monster. Fuck, yes.
The praise was on the tip of her tongue, but he drew her trousers and underwear down to her knees, and the air that stroked her overheated skin stole the words away. She felt a cool drop of wetness cling somewhere low on one thigh, and she knew with certainty she was dripping.
Dominic’s stifled moan was raw, and Rayna clenched around it as if it were a tangible thing she could bury inside her. He dragged his glowing eyes over the puddle of liquid in the black lace between her knees and up the flesh of her supple thighs before stopping on her swollen sex. The way he stared, hypnotised, destroyed any lingering doubt over what she was doing.
She wanted this. Dominic. Like she’d never known true want before him. And if it was wrong of her for getting involved with him, she no longer cared, because it felt so agonisingly right.
“Oh, Rayna,” he rasped, his gaze flying up. “Darling, you are so beautifully wet.”
“Wet doesn’t even cut it.” With the hand tangled in the back of his hair, she pushed his face closer. “I’ve been aching and throbbing all fucking day.”
He snapped with a ferocious noise and yanked her clothes down to her ankles. She lifted a bare foot, and he tore the fabric off it. Then he clamped his hand under her knee and lifted her leg. Pinning it to the door. Spreading her wide. Feasting on her with his eyes as he panted. He tracked the trail of liquid clinging to her skin up to her cunt, and sank closer, breathing her in. A sound caught somewhere in her throat as her swollen lips fluttered, begging for his mouth.
“Such a pretty, pink treasure,” he moaned.
“Don’t call it a treasure,” she breathed out quickly. “Say cunt or pussy.”
He groaned, a shadow casting over his eyes. “A pretty cunt, weeping just for me.”
The delicious sucker punch of his filthy whisper had barely landed on her belly when he bit down on her inner thigh. Rayna gasped, her back flying off the wood as needles stabbed her skin, but Dominic was already licking greedily up the string of wetness, watching her as he pressed the full length of his warm tongue against her seam.
She cried out and lurched, all sparking sensation and no thought, as his hum vibrated through her. One leg fought the grip of his hand, her other knee bowed in, and she slipped a little heavier on his face. He squeezed her arse cheek and curled his tongue into her pussy hole as his lashes fluttered low, before licking every drop of her arousal up to her clit. Fuck, were his eyes rolling?
“Dominic,” she choked out as he swirled heavily over the pulsing bud, her sanity cracking at the edges of her vision.
“Rayna,” he echoed and swiped his tongue between her lips again. “You are so warm and soft and sweet.” He lingered around her clit. “You taste perfect.”
He buried his face deeper, latching on to her clit. He swapped from flicking at it with just the firm tip to slobbering over it in circles, sending electrifying zings firing through her like a damn laser show. Closing his eyes, he sucked sharply on the sensitive button, blinding her with those same glowing beams of pleasure as she yelped.
Then he did it all over again.
