In Death I Live by Lindsay Becs

DOMONIC

I’m so fucked. We’re all fucked.That’s what I keep thinking over and over as I lie here in my bed with Zora sleeping. I usually wake up at five every morning to get my workout in before breakfast. But today when my alarm woke me up, I turned it off but couldn’t make myself leave her. Instead, I’ve spent the last twenty minutes watching her sleep while thinking about last night.

I should have just sent her to bed with River, but I was being a dick—like usual—and wanted to rub it in his face that she was in my arms. I had no intentions of things going the way they did. And I definitely didn’t plan on fucking her once I brought her back to my room

But I also don’t regret it either.

I probably should. I should regret letting her in past my hard exterior, even if it was only a little bit at a time. But each time she kissed me, I felt like she was breathing new life into me. I felt more alive than I have in years.

Most days I go through on auto-pilot, unfeeling and cold. But last night… Fuck. It felt so fucking good to have someone not just see me as the monster forcing them to do things they didn’t want to.

She wanted me as much as I wanted her. And she fucked as good as she took too.

She still makes me nervous though. There’s still so much we don’t know about her. From the blood test Doc ran, we found out she’s an orphan with no family. She was in the system until she aged out a couple years ago. Her tox screen and STD workups both came back clean too. Part of why I didn’t mind slipping into her without using anything.

Doc put a birth control implant in her arm when he saw her, but I still don’t like to take chances when it comes to that part. But the thought of filling her with more than just cock does something to me, and one of these days, I might just have to break my own rule never to come in one of the bitches we have here.

Damn. I just keep looking at her. She looks younger than her twenty years. Innocent even.

A soft little sigh falls from her parted lips in her sleep, making me smile. Not able to hold back any longer, I lean down and leave a whisper of a kiss on her lips.

Her eyes flutter open, and when they land on me, she smiles, making something in my chest ache. “What time is it?” she asks, her voice sounding raspy from sleep.

“It’s early. Go back to sleep,” I tell her, dropping another kiss to her lips.

“Why are you up watching me like a creeper then?” she smirks.

“I usually get up early to get my workout in, but I had this beauty in my bed.” My hand comes to her throat, tilting her head up to kiss her chin. “I couldn’t bring myself to leave her in my bed alone.” My hand slides down her sternum and between her breasts, taking the sheet with it that was covering her. My lips kiss her nipple that hardens from the cool air hitting it. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about wanting to fuck you again.” My hand goes between her legs, my finger sliding through her pussy lips. “Are you wet for me already, baby?” I ask with a satisfied smile when I feel how wet she is.

“Mmm…” she moans when I push my finger inside her. “I was dreaming about this.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, licking her nipple and then blowing on it to make it harden again. “Was it me touching you in your dream? Making you feel good?”

“And River,” she moans as I slowly pulse my finger in and out of her pussy and adding another.

It pisses me off how much closer that fucker is to her already. “Have you fucked River?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. My boys and I don’t hide things from each other.

“Yes,” she says on a gasp when I add a third finger.

“Did you like it?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“What about me, baby? Did you like fucking me last night?”

“Fuck,” she curses as I bite down on her nipple. “Yes.”

“Are you a dirty girl, Zo-Zo? Are you going to be my dirty girl?”

Her eyes open then, hooded and dark with lust, but focused on me. “Fuck me, Dom. Please. Please, fuck me.”

Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I push them between her lips. She softly licks and sucks them, but I need more. I shove them farther back in her throat, making her gag as I move to straddle her. Tears fill her eyes, spilling out of the corners. Leaning down, I lick them away.

Removing my hand from her mouth, I shift to put one of her legs over my shoulder to open her up. Gripping the base of my cock, I push into her torturously slow. Her eyes roll back when I pull out and push back inside her just as slowly.

“See, baby, River is the sweet one. The caring one. But me? I like to make things hurt a little.” Pulling out, I push in fast and hard over and over. My hand goes to her throat, squeezing until her breaths come slow and shallow, her face turning a pretty shade of red and then purple as I pound into her pussy. Releasing the pressure on her throat a little bit, she takes in a deep breath, wide eyes on me. “Feel good, baby? Do you trust me?”

She nods her head the little bit that she can under my hand. When I’m close, I relieve all the pressure on her throat, rubbing my other thumb over her clit while still pounding relentlessly in and out of her. I squeeze again, edging her closer and closer to the biggest orgasm she’ll have ever had. I release my hold on her throat, and in seconds, she screams through her orgasm as her pussy grips me like a vice.

I pull out and come all over her stomach in the same second. The closest I’ve ever come to shooting my load inside a girl before. Swirling my finger through the mess I made on her, I sign my name, then bring my finger to her mouth to taste. She greedily sucks with a hum of appreciation.

After we shower again, I toss her one of my shirts to put on since we left hers downstairs last night. Then, with bare legs, feet and pussy, I take her hand in mine as we walk down for breakfast. She tried to protest that she had her leggings here, but I knew the mess we made of them last night, so I tossed them in the hamper and didn’t give her a choice.

When we stroll in, Grey lifts a knowing brow at me, shaking his head and trying to cover his chuckle. Cruz looks like his eyes are about to bug out of his head like a fucking cartoon, but he recovers quickly.

“Hungry, baby girl?” Cruz asks, nodding toward the bowl of scrambled eggs and plate of bacon on the table.

“I already fed her this morning,” I say, pulling her into my lap as I sit at the table. “But are you still hungry for more, baby?” I ask her.

I hear Greyson snort into his coffee. “Fuck, that burned.”

She gives me a scowl that has me fighting back my own smile. Biting my cheek, I lift my brow in question. “Yes, I’m hungry. For food,” she emphasizes and then mutters, “Dick.”

“Don’t be salty. You know you like my dick,” I tease, biting onto the spot that connects her neck and shoulder.

“For fuck’s sake, stop,” she grumbles. I’d almost believe she meant it if I didn’t feel her pussy dripping onto my leg.

“You’re an asshole,” River says, speaking up for the first time since we came down.

“River,” Zora calls at his back as he stands to leave.

He turns and looks straight at me. “I might have been wrong for how I’ve gone about all of this. But you are too. This isn’t how we do things either, Dom.”

“What does that mean?” Zora asks, her eyes ping-ponging from River to me and back again.

“Nothing, baby girl. Ignore these fuckwads,” Cruz tells her while River and I keep staring at each other, both of us lit up with anger and frustration at the other.

“We have a job today. You able to table this?” I challenge River.

He grits his jaw, his eyes still hard on me. “I’m not new to this, Dom. Of course I can. Can you keep your dick out of her long enough to do your job?”

Standing quickly, I push Zora into Greyson’s lap next to me. “I know you didn’t just say that to me,” I state, taking long steps to reach him faster. “Didn’t just disrespect her like that.” I seethe, getting in his face. “I will put you down if I have to. Don’t make me have to do that, Riv.”

I hear him audibly swallow before he scoffs and pushes away from me. “Fuck it. Do what you want. You will anyway.” He turns to leave, and I let him go. When I turn around, I see Zora, shooting fire at me through her eyes.

“You better tell me what the fuck that was about right now. Or I’ll cut you myself,” she threatens. It’s cute, really, that she thinks she can. I smirk at her, lifting my brow in challenge. But when she picks up a knife from the table and throws it at me, I barely dodge it before it lands in the far wall.

“The fuck was that?” I roar at her, stalking my way back to where she’s struggling to get out of Greyson’s hold.

“Better stop moving like that, Zo. Your bare pussy on my dick is getting me hard and it’s liable to slip,” he warns her, making her still.

Towering over her, I grab onto her throat, but unlike earlier, I intend on hurting her this time. “How do you know how to throw a knife like that?”

“You learn a few things to survive when you’re shuffled from foster home to foster home,” she chokes out when I let up enough for her to speak.

I squeeze her bruised throat more, then leaning down, I press my lips to her ear. “You’re a terrible liar, baby.” Standing up straight, I look to Cruz, who’s stayed quiet through most of the morning. “Take her downstairs.”

His eyes widen. “Dom…”

“Just fucking do it!” I yell as I try to stop my hands from trembling as I release her from my hold. Looking back at Zora, I snarl, “We can’t trust her here.”

“I’ll help you,” Grey says, his face telling me exactly how much he doesn’t like what I’m ordering them to do. But right now, I don’t give a fuck and I need to figure out what the hell she’s doing. What game she’s playing at because clearly, she’s playing all of us. And like a bunch of pussy-whipped assholes, we’re giving into her one after another.

She kicks and screams the entire time they haul her lying ass to the door of the basement. Once I can’t hear her anymore, I turn to brace my hands on the back of one of the chairs, letting out a breath. But it just pisses me off how much she got to me. Picking up the chair, I throw it across the room with a roar.