Page 32 of Ruined

“You fight it so hard. What are you so afraid of?”

My lips parted, brushing the rough pad of his thumb as I struggled for air. It was maddening, and a bizarre urge seized me. To let my tongue flick against his skin. Dominic’s thumb pressed against my lower lip.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

Yes. No. Shit, I didn’t know anymore.

I licked my lips, and the tip of my tongue grazed his thumb. The contact was so light, but heat shot through my body.

Dominic stilled. His pupils grew. His thumb shifted, dragging across my lip. It sent a pulse of heat straight to my cock.

Fuck.

My pants were too tight.

Dominic’s eyes flicked down. He nudged open my mouth. My breathing stuttered. His thumb slid in just past the edge, and a rough texture slid over my tongue.

“Open,” he whispered.

For some insane reason, I obeyed. He pushed his thumb in further. I tasted salt on his skin. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

“There it is,” Dominic purred. “Good boy.”

My body shuddered. The sensation of his thumb inside me stole every coherent thought. He began to move, pulling back slightly before pushing in again. The wet slide of my tongue against his skin made my pulse hammer.

“Suck.”

I froze, but his thumb didn’t retreat. Part of me wanted to defy him, but his penetrating stare broke something in me. My lips closed around him, and I sucked.

What was I doing?

Dominic’s breathing hitched. “Fuck.”

A flush crept up his neck, and saliva pooled in my mouth.That shouldn’t be my reaction. I should’ve been disgusted. Furious. Not drooling with how much I wanted more.

Dominic’s jaw tightened, his polished mask cracking. The unshakable Dominic Caruso was falling apart in front of me.

His breathing grew heavier. My tongue flicked the pad of his thumb again as I sucked hard. The other fingers holding my face trembled. His cock was rock hard, straining against his tailoredslacks, and my stomach tightened. His thumb twitched against my tongue, like he fought the urge to push deeper.

His thumb slid free, and the air stung my wet lips. My heart hammered as he returned to his chair behind the desk. The taste of him lingered. I tried to steady my breathing.

What did I just do?

Dominic cleared his throat. His gaze darted toward me, then away, like he couldn’t decide whether to gloat or run. The flush creeping up his neck deepened, spreading to his ears.

I smirked. “Something wrong, boss?”

His eyes snapped to mine. For once, Dominic Caruso didn’t have a witty retort locked and loaded. That alone felt like a victory.

He nodded. “You can go.”

Heat flashed through me—anger, humiliation, and that damned spark. I turned and stormed out of the office before I did something stupid.

As I stepped into the casino’s main floor, the noise of the machines washed over me. I sucked in a breath. I couldn’t let him win. I needed to get my shit together.

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DOMINIC