People are having a good time, but it doesn’t seem like shit is getting crazy or anything. So finally, I just call up one of my guys from downstairs to watch the front door of the apartment. I disappear into my room and close the door. It’s just me and Netflix for the next hour and a half or so.
But eventually, my mind starts to wander. I start to replay that fucking guy laughing with her. Smiling at her. That look in his eye that screams that he wanted to touch her. A possessive feeling surges inside of me. I lie to myself. I say I need to go check the party for any security concerns. But that’s bullshit.
I’m going out there to check up on her.
I open the door and stare. Fuck. Things have gone from get together to full blown frat party since I disappeared. I storm out of the room and look around the apartment in disbelief.
In the kitchen area, four people are listening to blasting music and doing lines of coke off the counter. There’s a dance party happening in the living room area. And in a darker corner in a chair, some girl is giving a guy head.
I scowl and march over. The guy sees me coming and fumbles with her hair. She looks up, and the two of them scramble. The guy awkwardly tries to cover his dick with his t-shirt. Her face blushes bright red.
“Get a fucking room,” I snarl.
They both stammer and blush. The guy nods past me at my room.
“Yeah, not that one,” I hiss. The two of them scramble for the bathroom, the guy trying to hold his pants up with one hand as he trails after her.
This is out of control. I storm over to the kitchen cocaine party next. But on the way, I pass a guy on the couch about to light a bong.
“Are you fucking serious?” I snatch it out of his hand and toss the whole thing in the trashcan.
“Hey! Bro!”
He jumps up. But when he realizes I’m six inches and probably forty pounds of muscle bigger than him, he shuts the fuck up. I glare at him and then around the room. Something suddenly ticks.
Where the fuck is Lucia?
I turn back to the bong asshole. “Where—” I snarl. “Where’s Lucia?”
“Oh, she’s with Matt!” A girl’s drunk voice laughs from behind me. I whirl on her.
“Excuse me?”
“Matt. I think he knows her from boarding school.” She points to Lucia’s closed bedroom door. My blood turns to fire. I storm over. I don’t even break stride when I kick the door open. Inside, Lucia gasps loudly.
She’s sitting on her bed; clothed at least. “Matt” is sitting behind her, also clothed. But the fucker is giving her a goddamn shoulder massage.
I want to break his hands off.
“Out,” I hiss with an icy tone.
Matt frowns and looks up at me. “Dude, what the fuck?”
“Out, now.”
“Dude, you’re the butler. The fuck are you—”
“I said out!” I roar. I storm over to the bed. I rip him off of it and away from her, and I throw his punk ass to the ground.
“Dude!” he screams. “Are you fucking crazy?!”
“Yes.” I pull back my jacket and flash him the Beretta hanging off my holster. “Real, real fuckin’ crazy, Matt.”
He turns white. He glances at Lucia and then shakes his head. He scrambles to his feet. “Fuck this.”
I smile when he bolts out of the bedroom, through the apartment, and out the front door. I step back outside of her room.
“Party is over,” I growl.
“Dom!”
I ignore Lucia for the time being. But when no one bats an eye, I stride over to the sound system and slam it off.
“The party is fucking over,” I roar. This time, everyone looks up with scared expressions. “Get the fuck out, now.”
“Wait, what the fuck are you—”
“Now!” I bellow.
Lucia’s guests scramble for their shit and rush for the door. I follow, with her on my heels.
“What the hell! Dominic, I’m not a fucking kid! I’m allowed to have fucking friends, and parties!”
“Yeah, well this one is over.”
The last party guest rushes out the door. I slam it shut behind him.
“What the fuck, Dominic!” She screams at me. She looks furious. But goddamn, that hot look in her eyes just makes me want her. “What the fuck is your fucking problem—”
“You!” I snap. I whirl on her. I storm into her, until I’m towering over her and practically pinning her to the wall next to the door.
“You are my fucking problem, Lucia,” I hiss.
“Yeah?” She snaps.
“Yes.”
She sneers at me. “So? What are you going to do about it?”
I’m shaking. My pulse is thudding in my head. My hands are clenched to fists. My jaw grinds and my cock is so fucking hard.
“Stop goading me,” I hiss.
“Stop trying to control me.”
“Stop tempting me.”
Lucia swallows. “No promises,” she whispers.
I hang on to my control for about half a second more. Then, I crash into her. I grab her tightly, and I kiss her fucking hard. Lucia moans into my lips. I lock the door and then scoop her up into my arms.
She whimpers. Her legs wrap around my waist. I keep kissing her while I carry her across the apartment to her bedroom.
“Just remember, princess,” I groan against her eager mouth. “You wanted this.”
I carry her into her room, and I slam the door shut behind us. My control is gone. My sanity has left with it. All I have now is my uncontrollable, untamable lust for her. And this time, nothing is going to stop this.
14
Lucia
It feels like my clothes are halfway off before I even hit the bed. I drop onto the sheets with Dominic’s hard, chiseled body pressing against me. His lips are on mine, and all I can hear is my pulse and my own moans.
His hands slide down my sides, and his fingers slip into the button front of my top. Its already halfway undone, but his arms flex hard. I gasp when he rips it apart roughly. My desire for him surges even harder. I like the roughness. I like the untamed beast he seems to be with me.
I kiss him harder, and my legs wrap tight around his waist. I can feel his thickness between my thighs, and I whimper. I roll my hips against him. My skirt rides high, and my panties rub against the tent in his pants. God, I’m so wet that I wonder if he can feel it through all the fabric.
He pulls away from my lips just enough to pull my top away. Then it’s my bra. His eyes slip down over my hard pink nipples. He lowers his mouth, his eyes still holding mine. I whimper when he sucks one nipple between his lips. His hands cup my tits as he licks his way from one peak to the other, until I’m trembling in pleasure.
His mouth moves lower. My stomach caves and shivers under his lips. He moves lower still, but his eyes are still on mine. His fingers pluck open the button of my skirt. He unzips it and peels the whole thing away. My legs are still wrapped around him. But now all that keeps him from my bare, eager pussy is a very wet pair of panties.
“Lucia…”
“I want this,” I whisper breathlessly. “I want you.”
“I’m all yours, babygirl,” he groans. He tugs at my panties. Slowly, they peel away. I blush at how wet I am, but Dominic just groans. His eyes finally slip down from my eyes, over my body. They land on my bare pussy, and he growls deeply.