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Authors: Willow Brooke
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It’s just cosmetic. There are a few bruises that go to the bone, and I need to keep antibiotic cream on the cuts but other than that, I’ll live. Now, if only I could reach all of the wounds…” Her eyes twinkled, giving him the first glimpse at the little hell cat he was so fond of since before her capture.
“Hum… Now, that is a problem.” His hand gently swept the hair off her neck, tickling her skin . Instant shivers ran up the length of her spine from the simple touch. Her body couldn’t help but respond to him. It never failed. H e could look at her with that damned heated gaze and bring her blood to boil in her veins. He was like her own personal drug, and she wanted more. Given everything that had happened, she couldn’t stand the idea of things going back to the way they were. He would either give in and take what she offered, or he would leave her alone forever. T he only way she would accept rejection was if he looked her in the eye and told her flat out he wasn’t interested. Then, and only then, would she back off and put it all in the past. Given the way his eyes grated over every inch of her half exposed body, she was pretty confident that wouldn’t happen.
He continued his torture, easing his fingertips down her arm, stopping at her hand in which he lock ed together with his. With a tiny little tug, he pulled her body against his demandingly, giving a silent command she couldn’t resist. She reached up to his lips, arching through the pain to taste the only thing that kept her from breaking the whole time she was under the mercy of those sick bastards. Dom was her strengths, her weaknesses, and her desires, and was still out of her reach. Could it ever work? His tastes were far from what she was comfortable with , and there was little hope that he could compromise. Still, was she willing?
When her mouth grazed the softness of his lips, he turned and detoured her to his cheek. Before she could voice her irritation, the feel of something creamy smeared on her shoulder. She jerked away at the sting, but his hand came down against her neck and pulled her tight. “Hold still.” His voice was low, leaving no room for argument.
“That hurts.” She remained still, feeling her vulnerability for the first time. Under all of her rough and toughness, she was like any other woman, desiring to be wanted, needed, and protected. Of all her twenty - eight years, she hadn’t felt the impact of that hole in her life so intensely until this exact moment. She was one to always take things into her own control. Now, could she hand all of that over just like that? She tensed, more from her re v e lations and less from the pain. He lightened his touch even more.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but this has to get applied.” He hesitated, unsure whether to ask his next question or let it go. Once he did, there was no turning back. Throwing all his chips in the pot, he went all in. “Do you trust me?” His voice had taken on a husky tone he couldn’t mask.
She pulled away far enough to look at him, her eyebrows raising questioningly. Instead of following with her normal line of interrogation , she relaxed back against him. “Yes.”
Dom couldn’t help the smile that spread across his features. It was what she didn’t say that spoke volumes. He twisted her around in his arms enough to face forward, sitting between his legs. With one hand he continued doctoring her wounds. The other hand snaked around and took possession of her breast, squeezing and palming it with meaning. Without a wo rd, he raised her sports bra and let her breasts fall free. The moment he touched her bare skin, Vice forgot about the burning and stinging of her injuries. His fingers worked a different kind of heat through her. His fingers came up and twe a ked her nipple, sending a shot straight to her pussy. In a matter of seconds, he had her juicing where she sat, squirming in an attempt to relieve the budding pressure. Everything else
“Hum… Now, that is a problem.” His hand gently swept the hair off her neck, tickling her skin . Instant shivers ran up the length of her spine from the simple touch. Her body couldn’t help but respond to him. It never failed. H e could look at her with that damned heated gaze and bring her blood to boil in her veins. He was like her own personal drug, and she wanted more. Given everything that had happened, she couldn’t stand the idea of things going back to the way they were. He would either give in and take what she offered, or he would leave her alone forever. T he only way she would accept rejection was if he looked her in the eye and told her flat out he wasn’t interested. Then, and only then, would she back off and put it all in the past. Given the way his eyes grated over every inch of her half exposed body, she was pretty confident that wouldn’t happen.
He continued his torture, easing his fingertips down her arm, stopping at her hand in which he lock ed together with his. With a tiny little tug, he pulled her body against his demandingly, giving a silent command she couldn’t resist. She reached up to his lips, arching through the pain to taste the only thing that kept her from breaking the whole time she was under the mercy of those sick bastards. Dom was her strengths, her weaknesses, and her desires, and was still out of her reach. Could it ever work? His tastes were far from what she was comfortable with , and there was little hope that he could compromise. Still, was she willing?
When her mouth grazed the softness of his lips, he turned and detoured her to his cheek. Before she could voice her irritation, the feel of something creamy smeared on her shoulder. She jerked away at the sting, but his hand came down against her neck and pulled her tight. “Hold still.” His voice was low, leaving no room for argument.
“That hurts.” She remained still, feeling her vulnerability for the first time. Under all of her rough and toughness, she was like any other woman, desiring to be wanted, needed, and protected. Of all her twenty - eight years, she hadn’t felt the impact of that hole in her life so intensely until this exact moment. She was one to always take things into her own control. Now, could she hand all of that over just like that? She tensed, more from her re v e lations and less from the pain. He lightened his touch even more.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but this has to get applied.” He hesitated, unsure whether to ask his next question or let it go. Once he did, there was no turning back. Throwing all his chips in the pot, he went all in. “Do you trust me?” His voice had taken on a husky tone he couldn’t mask.
She pulled away far enough to look at him, her eyebrows raising questioningly. Instead of following with her normal line of interrogation , she relaxed back against him. “Yes.”
Dom couldn’t help the smile that spread across his features. It was what she didn’t say that spoke volumes. He twisted her around in his arms enough to face forward, sitting between his legs. With one hand he continued doctoring her wounds. The other hand snaked around and took possession of her breast, squeezing and palming it with meaning. Without a wo rd, he raised her sports bra and let her breasts fall free. The moment he touched her bare skin, Vice forgot about the burning and stinging of her injuries. His fingers worked a different kind of heat through her. His fingers came up and twe a ked her nipple, sending a shot straight to her pussy. In a matter of seconds, he had her juicing where she sat, squirming in an attempt to relieve the budding pressure. Everything else
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