Wicked Liar by Faith Summers

Chapter Thirty-One

Dominic

Candace is looking through a box in the bedroom when I get in.

Cory told me she was in one of her moods and looked relieved to see me.

The peeved expression that wrinkles her pretty face when I walk in is not what I expected, but because she looks so sexy when she’s mad at me, I focus on that.

“Dominic, you can’t just keep me in this house,” she complains. “Cory said you didn’t give authorization for me to leave today. I didn’t realize I was being held prisoner. What do you expect me to do all day, eat and rest?”

I register what she’s saying, but I don’t quite process it. I think I must be so far gone for this woman that I’m grateful to argue with her.

I walk up to her and shove everything to the back of my mind. It can wait. All of it can wait. The fucking list, and the fucking past. Fuck Jacques Belmont and everyone who’s screwing with us. I had two years where I couldn’t see my girl and my promise to a ghost stopped me from being with her.

Before she can say another word, I capture her mouth for a kiss, robbing her of speech.

She kisses me back and I fucking love it when she melts into me, a sign that she wants me to take her.

I need to make one thing clear though before I do, so I pull away.

“We’re forgetting everything for the rest of the day. Every fucking thing,” I inform her.

“We are?”

“Fuck yeah.” I catch her pretty face and she looks off guard. “I want you, I want to take you into my dark fantasies. It’s time we explore those terms and conditions and see what nothing is off-limits truly means.”

I don’t miss the flicker of apprehension that flashes in her eyes as the sun catches the lighter specks of brown.

Over the years I’ve allowed her to see pieces of me, but we’ve never been like this. So she doesn’t know this side of me. She doesn’t know how dark my fantasies can be, or all the filthy things I’ve always wanted to do to that body of hers.

I run my hand down her neck, over the mounds of her breasts, and down to the edge of her t-shirt where I pull.

Today I’ll take her clothes off.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asks.

“You’re going to have to wait and see. It’s time to play, Angel. Ready to go?”

Desire replaces the apprehension previously in her eyes and spreads over her face.

“Yes,” she answers, and I give her a conquering smile.

Fuck. My cock hardens just at her willingness to obey.

“Arms up.”

She lifts her arms and I take off her t-shirt, leaving her in her bra and silky shorts.

One snap of the little clasp in front of her bra gives me the to die for view of her breasts, perfect and round with the nipples puckered. Ripe with arousal and perfectly pleading to be sucked.

I take off those shorts next, then her panties, and look at her, committing the naked image of her to my mind. Obsession fills me, raw and unrepentant, fueled by that hunger to possess her and take everything she has to give. This is the result of what I suppressed over the years, and I’ll admit to seeing her face every time I fucked a woman who wasn’t her.

I circle her, and goosebumps line her arms. She’s nervous and I don’t know why after last night.

When I touch her face again, I guide her gaze to meet mine.

“Beautiful Candace Ricci, I fucking swear the sexiest thing about you is you have no idea how beautiful or sexy you are.”

My words shock her. Of course, they do.

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

“As long as you think so.” Her voice is like a whisper.

As I look at her, I think back to when we were growing up and all those times I wanted to ask her out. At first, I thought she was off-limits to me because she was like family. Then her father made her forbidden to me.

I wonder what she would think if she knew. Would she be shocked that I’d been watching her since she was twelve and I knew every instance when she was watching me?

No wonder her father fucking freaked out. He saw me too, and there would have been no question as to what I was thinking.

We’re decades away from those days, and I have her all to myself so I plan to take full advantage.

“I do think so,” I reply.

Fuck me. I lose my mind when she touches my chin and runs over the edge of my jaw.

When we move to each other for another kiss, I pick her up and set her down in the center of the bed while I take off my clothes.

I love the way she looks at my cock. Like she wants it in her little mouth again. I plan to feed it to her later.

Right now, I want to suck her breasts and eat out her pussy.

She sees me looking at her breasts and knows what I want, so like the good girl she is she lays back on the stack of pillows.

I move to her right breast first, start sucking the rose-colored tips, and get lost in the delightful sounds that hum from her lips.

That’s where my indulgence begins, and I don’t stop taking and tasting until a vicious orgasm takes her.

Now that she’s come, I can drink her juices. I make my way down to her pussy and take it all, licking and lapping her clean. She runs her hands through my hair, holding my head to her smooth mound, encouraging me to take more so I do. Soon I have her wet again, which is perfect because I want her on her hands and knees.

I set her exactly like that and her hair falls forward over her face like a million strands of gold. Running my hand down the curve of her back, I force her into the position I want so she pushes her lush ass out toward me. I spread her legs wide and look over how perfect she is.

I want to own her pretty little cunt. With my free hand, I focus on her throbbing clit and rub over the nub first before burying my face between her thighs and sucking on it. A hushed scream of pleasure parts her lips and her body goes rigid.

I continue to suck until she's wet and ready for me, then I straighten up and move to her ear to nibble on the decadent lobe. “Your pussy belongs to me. Your body is mine and I want you for more than a contract.”

She answers with a moan as I rub over her pussy lips. I don’t allow her to recover from my touch; I want her to feel that pleasure all over her body as I own her pussy.

Taking my cock I push into her tight entrance, inch in then out, and slam back into her forcing her walls to take my cock. The impact jolts her body and her hefty breasts bounce hard then harder in front of her when I start pounding into her mercilessly.

I have no intention of stopping there. I plan to give her more. I increase the pace of my thrusts, making her body yield to me. Her back arches in response to take me. Good girl. She takes what I give her, no matter how hard I fuck her.

Seconds later, the room fills with the erotic sexual sounds of us as our bodies smash together. Her long elegant fingers grasp at the sheets as I own her and her eyes snap shut when the ecstasy claims her. I can feel it too. It’s like wild fire threatening to consume everything in its wake.

My fingers prod into her smooth skin and I rut into her, satisfying her need for me, and mine for her.

Her slick passage squeezes my cock, signaling the oncoming of another orgasm. The pulse of her walls tighten my balls, but I fight my need for release and gain back control when the sight of her tight asshole makes my mouth water.

With her perfect ass jiggling from the pounding I give her pussy, I can’t resist the urge to fuck it.

When I push my finger into the little rosebud, her eyes widen, and her entire body tenses. She glances back at me and I actually feel sorry for her because she’s the angel, the good girl who would never imagine being taken in such a way. And I’m the fucking devil. I’ve been obsessed with her ass for as long as I can remember.

“Angel, let me take you here,” I moan.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

Pulling out, I gather her juices and smear them over her tight rosebud. She bites her bottom lip when I push deeper then coat my cock too because I want her to enjoy it.

When I push my cock into her opening, tremors cascade over her body, and pain fills her face. I groan, pushing deeper. She’s so tight.

“It’s okay baby, I promise you’ll feel good, very soon. Very, very, soon.”

“Dominic,” she crooks. Waves of ecstasy make her body shudder and her skin heats at my touch like someone started a fire beneath the silky layers.

The combination of pain and pleasure is making me crazy too, but fuck yeah, this is living. She thrashes and the most enchanting sound tears from her throat as I start to move inside her. Pleasure pulses through her body. Then I really push in and fuck her ass.

I move inside her until pleasure seizes me, and I lose control. We both cry out from the wild streak of primal desire that captures us and I thunder my release into her ass, feeling drained after.

Her knees cave and she slumps onto the bed, moving away from my cock.

The sight of her looking spent from wild sex with me has me aroused all over again. The room smells like sex, passion, and need. We both need each other and that need is one that is endless.

“You’re making me crazy, Dominic D’Agostino.” She gives me a weak smile.

“More,” I say, echoing the word I’ve been saying all along.

“More.” She nods weakly. “What are you going to do to me now?"

She should know by now that question is only going to be met with an answer that will shock her.

I keep my eyes on her as I get off the bed and open the drawer on the nightstand. A dark smile spreads over my face when I see the little black pouch sitting at the back.

The contents inside clink. When I pull out a set of chains, she swallows hard, and her lips part in shock.

"Nothing's off-limits, remember?" I give her a devilish smile.

"I remember."

"Ready for more playing?"

"Yes."

"Then red is your safe word."