Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

Relatives are the people we’re born with. Family are the people we chose to keep around.

He’s not going to kiss me. This isn’t a Hallmark movie. Or a porno.

“Hold my cock steady,” Dom demands as he lifts me. He lifts me up and off his lap. His thighs are so thick, and I’m so much shorter, that even on my knees, I can’t get the height I need to get his dick inside me. So he’s lifting me. By the vagina. One hand on either side of my entrance, holding me open.

“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.”