Bound to the devil of New York

Chapter 4- A DANGEROUS MISTAKE

When Scarlett tried pushing away… Dominic was faster…held her wrists and pinned her to the door before carrying her all the way to the king-sized bed and laying her down gently….

He loomed over, his eyes raking her slowly—from her pink flushed face to fast beating chest, down to the see-through lace thong that was underneath the simple gown that she wore… He helped her take off the gown revealing a body that would make any man's mouth go dey immediately —-

He spotted the damp area in between her thighs.

Fuck!!!

She wanted this !!! Dominic’s d**k went rock hard.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her earlobe, inhaling the faint rosy scent mixed with her nervous sweat. Her body trembled beneath him, that full, soft figure squirming just enough to make him wild.

He released one wrist but kept the other pinned above her head, his free hand trailing down her side, fingertips slowly grazing the curve of her waist, slightly dipping into the dip of her hips. She gasped, arching slightly, but he could tell she was fighting it-part scared, part turned on.

"Shhhhhh," Dominic murmured, his voice rough from the vodka and the heat building in his veins. "You came into my room thinking you could go Scott free after seducing me and making me want you?" Or did someone put you up to this??

“I didn't —-” … Scarlett tried defending herself again but was cut off by Dominic… “Shhhhhh… Either way, you're here now."

Her eyes widened, those big, innocent ones that didn't match the sinful lace thong clinging to her curves. He smirked, sliding his hand lower, over the smooth expanse of her thigh, then back up, teasing the edge of the thin strap at her hip. She bit her lip harder, a soft whimper escaping, and he felt her legs tense, trying to close but failing under his weight.

He shifted, pressing his knee between her thighs, forcing them apart just enough for his fingers to do the teasing…. His fingers danced along the lace, brushing the damp fabric right at her core… She was soakingly wet , already-hot and ready, the wet spot spreading as he pressed lightly, feeling the heat radiate through the net-like material.

"f**k, look at you," he growled, circling his fingers over her c**t through the lace, slow and deliberate. Her hips bucked involuntarily, a sharp moan tearing from her throat.

"Domini–c," she whispered, voice shaky, but she didn't pull away. If anything, her body leaned into his touch, betraying her and the way she said his name almost made dig into her like he would to a well prepared meal…. Cause his Name has never felt so melodious coming from someone's mouth, even if no one would dare call him by his first name…… but something about this girl on his bed made him throw everything to the wind…

He chuckled.. Low, dark amusement mixing with the lust. He hooked a finger under the strap of her thong, shifting it aside just enough to expose her glistening folds. She was pink and swollen, slick with arousal, and the sight made his c**k twitch painfully in his pants. He traced a finger along her slit, collecting her wetness, then pushed in slowly, one knuckle deep. She clenched around him instantly, tight and hot, her breath hitching.

"God , f**k, you're dripping," he muttered, adding a second finger, pumping them in and out with deliberate slowness,curling to hit that spot inside her that made her gasp and writhe. Her free hand grabbed his shirt, nails digging in, as he worked her open,his thumb still rubbing circles over her wet c**t. Her hips rocked against his hand, chasing the friction, soft moans spilling from her lips.

He watched her , eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flustered, lips parted in ecstasy. It was intoxicating, seeing this pretty little thing come undone under his touch.

He leaned down, capturing one of her lace-covered n*****s in my mouth, sucking hard through the fabric,his teeth slightly grazing the sensitive peak. She arched into him, moaning loudly, her body trembling as he fingered her deeper, faster and now, the wet sounds filled the room. His other hand found its way up, cupping her breast, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling her n*****s between his fingers until it hardened even more.

She was close … soooo close that he could feel it in the way her walls fluttered around his fingers, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. He pulled back from her breast, lips brushing her skin as He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone.

"Come for me," He commanded,voice husky, thrusting his fingers harder, grinding his palm against her c**t.

Her body tensed, then shattered. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her p***y clenching rhythmically around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through her. He didn't stop, drawing it out, milking every tremor until collapsed, panting and totally done...

But he wasn't done. Far from it. He withdrew his fingers, slick with her juices, and brought them to his lips. He licked them enthusiastically and brought some to her lips also…"Taste yourself," he ordered, and when she hesitated, he smeared them across her mouth, watching her tongue dart out instinctively.

“Good girl—”

He sat back, shedding his towel in one swift motion, and as swiftly as the towel went over the room, his c**k sprang free, thick and veined, precum beading at the tip. Her eyes widened at the sight, a mix of fear and hunger in them. He positioned himself between her legs, rubbing the head against her soaked entrance, teasing her folds, coating myself in her wetness.

She whimpered,her hips lifting toward me, needy despite the nerves. I gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, aligning myself perfectly. The tip nudged inside, just barely, and she gasped, hands fisting the sheets and digging into his back….

He paused there, savoring the moment, the heat of her enveloping me. Leaning down, he captured her gaze, his voice low and edged with that humiliating bite, he whispered hoarsely “You don't get to run

away from the devil .. you face him head on”.