Page 53 of Ruined

His thumb grazed my bottom lip. I flinched, just slightly, but his hand didn’t leave my face. My eyes flicked to his, searching for anything that could save me from drowning in this moment.

There was nothing but him.

His lips brushed mine, like he was giving me the chance to pull away. I didn’t.

And then he kissed me.

His hand tightened in my hair, and I gasped. Every nerve in me wanted this. My hands found his chest, but instead of pushing him off, I held on.

His mouth crashed into mine roughly. His tongue dove into my mouth, claiming me. My body was on fire. His taste flooded my mouth. Fuck, it was addictive.

I groaned, kissing him back. His teeth grazed my lower lip as if he wanted to bite it. I stroked his chest. His other hand slid down my back, gripping my ass, pulling me closer, and I ground against him, my cock rock-hard. Dominic pulled back, his breathing ragged.

“You know how crazy you make me?” he rasped.

I could barely breathe, let alone speak.

“You’re not seeing that girl ever again.” His hand cupped my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You know damn well who you belong to.”

A flood of heat shot through me.

“And don’t youever,” he said, growling, “throw your life in danger again. You hear me?”

I couldn’t look away, caught in the possessiveness that made me feel both trapped and safe. Dominic’s fingers were still tangled in my hair.

“We can’t do this. You’re my boss.”

“That’s right, and you’re going to start acting like it. You’re going toobey. You’re mine.”

My cock twitched. “You don’t own me.”

“I do.”

His lips crashed against mine again. I moaned into the kiss, responding even though my mind told me to stop.

Dominic’s hand slid down my chest, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I couldn’t think. His touch was everywhere, and all I could do was feel. When his hand reached the waistband of my sweatpants, my breathing hitched.

He untied the knot. “You’re not going to fight me, are you?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Dominic’s hand dipped, brushing the skin just beneath the waistband. The feeling sent a wave of heat that started in my gut and spread outward. My breathing hitched, but I still couldn’t find the words to stop him. My hand moved on its own, pulling him closer. His lips pressed into mine, soft and sweet.

“Such a good fucking boy.”

His hand traveled further down. He grabbed my cock, and my mind blanked. Everything went white as he closed his fingers around me. My hips bucked. His other hand shoved my pants down to my knees, so that there was no hiding how I felt for him.

Dominic’s grip loosened. “For a guy who claims to be straight, you’ve got a hard time keeping your dick under control when I’m around.”

I shot him a look. “Please…”

“Please what?”

I swallowed. “Get me off.”

Dominic’s smirk widened. “You want me to jerk you off?”

My heart raced. “Yes.”