Filthy Little Desires

CHAPTER FOUR

Ruined by My Sister's Husband

Dominic moved fast.

One second he was buried deep, the heat of him blooming against her walls, and the next he was yanking out, his expression sharpening like glass. He yanked the disheveled bedsheets up to cover Avery's naked, thrashing form, shoving his sweatpants back on with a lithe, deadly speed. His voice dropped into an unnerving calm.

"Bathroom. Now. Lock it. And don't make a sound."

Avery scrambled off the mattress on shaking, boneless legs, picking up her discarded silk robe from the floor. She slid into the en-suite bathroom just as Claire's sharp heels clicked against the hardwood of the hallway. With trembling, slick fingers she turned the lock, pressing her entire back against the cold wood of the door as her heart slammed against her ribs loud enough to hear in her ears.

Outside in the master bedroom, Dominic's voice rang out in an entirely steady manner. A master class in deception.

"You're home early."

Claire sounded tired letting out a heavy sigh as she dropped her handbag on the dresser. "The whole dinner was a disaster. Half of the high-profile investors cancelled at the last minute anyway. I figured I'd just come back. Were you already in bed?"

"Almost." A heartbeat of a pause. Then, the soft, nauseating hiss of a husband's kiss on the cheek of his wife. "Go shower. You smell like a restaurant."

Claire gave a soft, dry laugh. "Rude. But completely fair. I'm exhausted anyway. My brain is fried."

Avery heard the master bathroom door on the opposite side of the suite open and close. She heard the hiss of the shower starting up in the plumbing after a second.

Only then did Dominic knock twice on the en-suite door.

Avery turned the lock and pulled it open.

He stalked in right away, closing the door behind him with a silent click, and caged her against the tiled wall with his heavy body. One large hand clamped firmly over her mouth to stifle any breath, and his other hand slid ruthlessly between her thighs, two thick fingers plunging right into the messy, slick flood of his own c*m still leaking out of her.

His eyes were burning dark, almost black in the dim light.

"You stay quiet," he whispered right against her ear, his breath hot and ragged, "and I'll take care of this mess you made."

He f****d her with his fingers right there against the tile, hard and fast, while the shower ran loudly on the other side of the wall. Avery's eyes watered with sudden, overwhelming heat, biting down hard on the palm of his hand, tasting her own tears and his skin, trying to fight the raw whimpers trapped in her throat. When her body betrayed her and she came, it was silent, agonizing and her entire core locking up and shaking against his wrist. Dominic watched every second of it with a tight, ruthless jaw, waiting until she stopped trembling before slow, deliberately pulling his fingers free and painting her lower lip with her own wetness.

"Clean it up."

Avery's breath hitched. She licked her lips, tasting herself, tasting him.

Dominic exhaled hard through his nose, his chest heaving, practically holding himself back from breaking every rule he told her to keep.

"Listen to me very carefully," he murmured, his voice a low and gravelly threat. "Claire will be in that shower for at least ten minutes. You're going to walk out of this room, go down the hall to the guest room and get into bed. Tomorrow morning, you act completely normal. No staring or flushing or running away. You understand me?"

Avery swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she finally managed to force the words past her lips. "I understand... Dominic, please, my legs are shaking - I don't know if I can-"

"You'll do it because you belong to me," he interrupted, his fingers sliding up from her chin to wrap around her throat, resting there a quiet suffocating weight. "But after she leaves for work tomorrow morning, you come right back to this room. I want you on your knees on this floor the second that front door closes behind her. Understand?"

"Yes," Avery gasped out, her hands coming up to grip his wrists, torn between the awful reality of what they were doing and the wicked burn of his dominance. "Yes, Dominic, I'll be here - just... God, look at what you're doing to me..."

Dominic leaned in closer, his mouth brushing the sensitive shell of her ear, sending another wave of heat to her core.

"This is the part where you finally realize that last night and tonight weren't some stupid mistake I'm going to regret," he rasped, his thumb rubbing at her pulse point. "I meant every word I told you. You're mine now. I'm going to f**k you in this bed, on the kitchen island, against the floor-to-ceiling windows whenever I feel like it. And if Claire ever finds out... I'll handle it. I'll burn her world down if I have to. But you don't get to run from me, Avery. You tried to hide for three years and look where you ended up."

He pulled back just enough to look her dead in the eye, letting her see the total madness in his obsession.

"You have two choices, Avery. Stay and completely belong to me, body and soul. Or try to run, and find out exactly how far I'm willing to go to keep what's mine."

Suddenly, the roaring hiss of the shower water stopped on the other side of the wall.

Dominic didn't hesitate. He stepped away from her, opened the bathroom door a crack and nodded once towards the dark hallway.

"Go."

Avery slipped out of the master suite like a ghost, her heart hammering against her ribs, his c*m still sticky and warm on her thighs. She made it down the dim corridor into the guest room, sliding inside and locking the door as Claire's voice floated down the hall, calling out to ask Dominic if he wanted her to make some tea.

Avery sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress, wrapped only in her open robe, staring down at her violently shaking hands while the echoes of Dominic's promises rang in her ears.

A sharp chime broke the silence.

Her phone lit up brightly on the nightstand.

A new text message from an unsaved number:

Tomorrow. Knees. Door closes. No clothes.

If you're not there waiting for me, I'll come get you.

And Avery... I won't ask nicely next time.