Filthy Little Desires

CHAPTER FIVE

Ruined by My Sister's Husband

Avery did not go to Dominic's room the next morning.

She told herself it was a matter of self-respect, that she still had some left. Sleeping with her sister's husband twice was unforgivable, and a third time would make her something she did not want to name.

She stayed in the guest room with the door locked, her knees drawn to her chest, listening to Claire leave for work, the front door closing behind her.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately.

Dominic:

You're not on your knees.

She did not answer.

Three minutes later she heard his footsteps in the hallway, slow and controlled, and then the handle to the guest room door turned, found the door locked, and paused.

His voice came through the wood in a calm way that made her stomach drop.

"Open the door, Avery, or I will open it myself."

She stayed silent.

Something heavy hit the door once, not a kick, but force, and the frame rattled. Avery scrambled off the bed just as the lock gave and the door opened.

Dominic stood there in a dark shirt and slacks, his tie already loosened, his eyes almost black as he looked her over: still in the same robe she had worn last night, her hair messed up, her lips parted. Something dangerous settled over his face.

"You tested me," he said quietly. "That was a mistake."

He stepped in and closed the door, locking it again. Avery backed up until her legs hit the bed. He followed her, crowding her and pushing her down with one hand on her chest. The robe fell open, exposing her. Dominic stared between her legs for a long second.

"Still wet," he muttered. "Even when you're trying to run."

Shame burned hot in Avery's cheeks, but the pulse between her thighs was stronger. God, what's wrong with me? She had spent the whole night replaying the way he f****d her while Claire was in the next room, the risk, the wrongness, and the way he looked at her like he'd burn the whole marriage down just to keep her open under him. And some filthy secret part of her had loved every second of it.

He shoved the robe the rest of the way off and dropped to his knees between her legs, dragging her to the edge of the mattress. Two fingers pushed inside her without warning. She was soaked. He curled them and watched her face as her hips jerked.

"You like this," he said. Not a question. "You like being your sister's dirty little secret. You like that I was still inside you when she came home."

Avery turned her head away, her breath hitching as a fresh wave of heat bloomed inside her. "Stop it... Dominic, please—"

"Look at me," he commanded, his thumb pressing hard against her c**t while his fingers pumped inside her wet heat.

"I hate you," she gasped, her hands flying out to fist into his shoulders, but instead of pushing him away, her fingers dragged into his shirt, pulling him closer. "I hate this. I hate us—"

"Liar," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching her wider than she was prepared for. "Your cunt doesn't lie, Avery. It's gripping me like it missed me. Tell me how much you hated lying awake listening for my footsteps last night."

"I didn't—" She cut off with a sharp, broken sob as he hooked his fingers deep, hitting every raw nerve. "Yes... God, yes, I waited. I was waiting for you to come back."

He pulled his fingers out with a wet sound and stood, shoving his pants down just enough. His c**k was already hard, thick, the head shiny. He dragged it through her folds, coating himself, and pushed in with one long, ruthless thrust.

Avery cried out, her back arching off the mattress as she swallowed the rest of the sound. The angle was deep. He did not give her time to adjust. He just started f*****g her, hard and steady, his hands locked around her thighs, keeping her spread wide.

"Is this what you wanted when you locked the door?" he taunted, driving into her with punishing rhythm. "Did you want me to break it down? Did you want to feel me punish you for running?"

"Yes!" she sobbed, tears spilling over her lashes as the pleasure became too sharp to bear. "Break it down! Break me down, I don't care anymore!"

This is so f*****g sick, she thought as her hips bucked up to meet his frantic pace, welcoming every brutal inch. He's my sister's husband. He was inside me last night when she came home. And I still want more.

Dominic leaned over her, bracing one hand beside her head, the other wrapping lightly around her throat.

"You're going to stop fighting this," he said, his voice rough with every thrust. "I've spent three years watching you and telling myself no. I'm done. You don't get to run. You don't get to lock doors. You belong to me now, in this bed, in this apartment, whenever the f**k I want you."

"Claire—" Avery choked out, her voice trembling as the name tore past her lips. "What about... what if she calls?"

"Let her," Dominic snarled, his eyes flashing with dark possession as he buried himself deeper, pounding into her with a relentless, maddening heat. "While she's sitting at her desk, she has no idea her husband is destroying her little sister on the guest bed. Does that turn you on, Avery? Say it."

"It's sick," she cried, her voice cracking as her inner walls clamped down tight around him, milking every frantic stroke. "It's so f*****g sick... but I love it. God help me, I love it."

"I can feel you getting closer," Dominic growled, his breathing turning ragged. "You're going to come on your sister's husband's c**k again. And you're going to look at me while you do it."

The orgasm hit like a lightning strike, Avery's mouth opening on a ragged, breathless scream, her eyes locked fiercely on his as her entire body shook and fluttered around him. Dominic watched every second, his jaw clenched, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, broken sound, pulsing hot and deep inside her.

For a moment neither of them moved, listening only to the ragged symphony of their shared breathing filling the quiet room.

Then he pulled out slowly, watching his c*m spill from her swollen folds. He dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed it back in, making her gasp at the sudden invasion.

"I'm not using condoms with you," he said quietly, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I want to know I left something in you every time. If that bothers you, too bad."

Avery's chest heaved. She stared up at him, her body still humming with the aftershocks. She should have been horrified, but a dark, traitorous heat curled low in her stomach, making her want to pull him back down.

Dominic fixed his clothes, then looked down at her, still splayed and ruined on the bed.

"Claire has a late flight tomorrow night. She'll be gone until Sunday. Pack a small bag. You're staying in my bed the entire time she's away. No guest room. No doors between us."

He leaned down and kissed her once, hard and claiming, then walked to the door.

At the threshold he paused, not bothering to look back.

"And Avery? Next time you lock a door against me, I'll f**k you right there in the hallway where anyone could walk in. Don't test me again."

The door clicked shut behind him.

Avery lay there, naked, his c*m leaking out of her, and realized with a sick, dizzy sort of clarity that she was already wondering how many more times she could let him ruin her before she stopped pretending she didn't want it