Page 35 of Unhinged Desires

I don’t want him. I don’t want anything to do with him.

“I can smell you. Your arousal, your fear, your… curiosity?” He buries his nose into the crook of my neck. “It’s fucking intoxicating,” he says, inhaling my scent.

“Let me go, Dominic,” I plead with him.

“I wish I could. I really do—but then again, I don’t.” He shrugs a single shoulder while his fingers climb higher up my leg. I freeze when he slips those same fingers beneath the lace of my panties.

“No. Don’t do this,” I beg him.

Dominic lifts his head. “You want this, Little Bee. You want this as much as I do. I’ve been dreaming about your pussy, shoving my fingers into that tight, wet hole.” He slides a thumb down the middle of my slit.

I’m embarrassed by how wet I am. How much he turns me on. Something is very, very wrong with me. “No, I don’t want this.” I shake my head as much as I can move it. Which, beneath his death grip, isn’t much.

“You’re fucking drenched, Little Bee. Tell me you don’t want this. Lie to me again,” he says before shoving two fingers inside me. My head tips back. There’s a slight sting, quickly followed by pleasure. “Tell me you don’t want me to make you come. Give you the earth-shattering pleasure your body craves. Lie to me, Little Bee.”

I can feel the tears at the corners of my eyes. I don’t want this. I don’t want him touching me. But more than that, I want it all. “Please let me go,” I plead.

He stares at my face as a lone tear falls down my cheek. He sticks out his tongue and licks the droplet. “I don’t know how to,” he says quietly as his fingers slowly move in and out of my pussy.

There’s a pleasure building in my lower stomach, and I can feel my core pulsing. I know if he keeps this up, I’m going to come. I’m going to let this psychopath finger-bang me in the bathroom. My hands fist the sleeves of his coat, my fingers digging into his arms as I let go. I can’t help it. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from screaming out his name—now that I know it.

I won’t give him that though.

Dominic holds up my body as I collapse into him. His fingers withdraw and he sucks them into his mouth. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you really shouldn’t have,” I tell him, my hands landing on his chest and shoving him away. I’m not foolish enough to think I have the power to move him; the fact that he takes a step back is because he chose to. Not because I forced him.

“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” He smirks.Fucking smirks.Cocky-ass bastard.

“Maybe not yet, but you will be. What would the world think if they knew the precious Dominic McKinley is a crazed psychopath? A stalker who likes to record women without their consent in his spare time?” I ask him while folding my arms over my chest.

Dominic’s eyes flick to my breasts before rising to meet mine again. “Woman, I’ve only ever been captivated by one woman. You.”

“Oh, well, gee, don’t I feel fucking privileged,” I sass.

“A lot of others would.” He shrugs one shoulder again.

“Forgive me for not being over the moon. Lose my number, don’t text me, or call, or follow me. Ever again.” I storm around him and exit the bathroom. I think about going home, but I can’t do that to my mum. So, instead, I walk back to the table and take my seat. Picking up the glass of champagne, I down it in one go as Dominic positions himself across from me.

“Everything okay?” my mum asks.

“Peachy,” I reply.

My phone vibrates in my clutch, and I pull it out.

“That’s been ringing nonstop. Someone is trying to get a hold of you,” she says.

I smile, my eyes dropping to my phone. Maybe if I make him think I have someone else interested, he’ll finally back the fuck off.

SEVENTEEN

Her taste is on my tongue. It was only a little, and yet I’d love nothing more than to crawl under this table, spread her thighs, and fucking feast on her cunt. Somehow I don’t think that’d go over too well, considering the current company.

The smile that lights up her face when she looks at her phone piques my curiosity. I’m tempted to pick my own phone up and find out what she’s looking at. It’d only take me logging in to the app that mirrors her device. I have full access to all of her messages, call logs, social media accounts.

I don’t do that. Instead, I sit here and sip on my glass of water. I’d love to have a hard drink, but I can’t afford to lose my inhibitions any more than I already have tonight. So water it is.

“What are you studying at university, Lucy?” Mum asks her.