Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

Something about this man tells me he doesn’t write his name on his luggage. He probably just narrows his eyes at his suitcase, daring it to get lost.

“Make me happy, Angel.” I glance back up, finding his blue eyes locked on mine. “Let me feed you. Eat your treat.”

“Is this you leaning in?” I whisper. He smirks. “You’re getting it now, Mama.” Mama. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

And when you do things with purpose, you have nothing to apologize for.”

“Keep teasin’ me, see where it gets you.” Pretty please, let it be pinned to his bed.

“I need a taste of you, Angel. A taste of whatever you’ll give me.” My eyes immediately jump to the abstract drawing of a pair of boobs on the wall. Dom groans. “Fuck, Valentine, I’d kill for just a kiss. But I’ll taste those too if you let me.”

And sweet Jesus… His thighs. I knew they’d be strong and thick with muscles, but seeing them is different from sitting on them. Because they’re also tattooed. His juicy thighs are fucking tattooed.

“I was gonna go slow with you. Spend some time with my tongue in your pussy. But now you have to wait for that.” He kneels on the end of the bed. “Because you begging me for more is my breaking point. And I want to bury my cock in this sweet little pussy right now.”

My hand feels rough against my dick. The dry skin on skin is nearly painful. But I’m not using anything but Val’s sweet juices to lube my dick ever again.

I put her three glistening fingers into my mouth. And groan. Fuck, she tastes like home.

“I’ve done bad things, Valentine.” I brush my lips over her pinkened cheek. “But I’ll always be good to you.”

“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear when I tattooed your name across my fucking throat. This”—I tap the letters—“is so everyone knows who I belong to.” I’ve never given someone this sort of claim over me, and it feels fantastic. “And inking the last words of my vow to you above my fucking dick.” I reach down and cup my hand over the front of my pants. “That’s all for you, Angel. So when you’re ready to wrap those lips around my cock and take me into your throat, you’ll be eye level with my promise to you. Even on your knees, I’ll still be yours.”

“What you did was shitty. But it’s hardly the worst thing that’s happened to me.”

“Doing something shitty doesn’t mean you don’t deserve affection, Dominic.”

I need her. I need to keep her safe. I need to keep her happy. I need to keep her with me. Always.

“What else do you need?” I ask Dominic as I pick up the tray with our empty breakfast dishes off the nightstand. He pats his palm against his bare chest while reclined on the bed. “I need you to finally do as you’re told and sit on my face.”

It’s just a circle jerk of assholes. So they all die. And we all walk out.”

“I don’t even remember who I was before I loved you, Mrs. Gonzalez.”