OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(80)

“No way, Dom. I can’t do that. This is my sister we’re talking about. I can’t just let it go, and I can’t just let you deal with it. I have to do something. I have to make Joey Ronn pay, because I know in my heart that he did something really bad, really evil to her. So he has to pay for it. I can’t not do anything.”



“I hear you, Sienna, but I need you to hear me. This is not just about your sister. There is somethin’ more goin’ on here, and I need to handle it. I need you to let me do that. I need you to trust me on this. I need you to give me that. Step down, Sienna. And I’m not askin’. I’m tellin’.”



“No fucking way, Dom.” I shook my head.



He shook his head. “You and your fucking mouth, Sienna.” His eyes softened, though, and he said it as though my swearing had brightened the moment, lifted him out of the darkness into which we had been plummeting.



And he kissed me. Not very gently, but not roughly, either. Just smoothly, like it was the natural formation of us and he was just laying the parts back together. Our tongues intertwined and our breaths melded, and my body, of its own accord, turned into his for most contact.



His hands roamed my back until they found their happy place on my ass cheeks, which he gripped firmly, squeezing and molding, until I was dripping with want. I shifted to straddle him on the couch, and soon enough I was perched on top of his hard cock, hidden and blunted through his jeans. I could feel his desire, and his mouth grew possessive of mine, the kiss rougher and more forceful.



He sucked hard on my lower lip, scraping it as he backed away from my face to strip my top over my head, and he found me braless beneath it. He suddenly surged forward, tumbling me on my back while his body covered mine. My head ended up near the armrest, cocooned into the padding. His large hands cupped my breasts, and he lowered his mouth to one nipple, licking its firm bud and then sucking it into his mouth, nipping and teething it variably. I struggled for breath. The sensations jetted directly down to my core center, and I could feel my juices flowing freely. I threw my head back and lifted my hips in a physical demand for attention southward. He was not in a mood to comply. He let out a deep short chuckle and said, “Babe.” Like that even meant anything.



But he just kept on going with his ministrations to my breasts and nipples, switching his attention between them, his hands molding their shape, pushing them together, scratching the sensitive skin with the new growth of his facial hair, rubbing and tonguing and sucking and squeezing and nipping. I was starting to lose my mind from the pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.



I gripped his tousled, silky dark hair in my hands and he groaned. I forced myself to let go. My hands rolled down his back, and I dug my fingers into his muscles and dragged them upward again to his shoulder blades, letting him feel how mad he was driving me. “Dom, more.” I was having difficulty pulling words.



Finally, he pulled back and shifted his legs and feet to solid ground. In one swift move, he leaned in to gather me into his arms and stood up. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.” What’s a girl to do? I did as told.



He made short work of the journey to my bedroom, and suddenly we were bouncing together on my bed, our legs draped over the side. Our mouths reconnected, and sucking on his tongue became the most important thing for some moments. It was delicious. But he kept slipping it around my mouth, playing with me. I just chased after him, loving his taste and his scent and his muscular strength surrounding me.



I tugged on the kutte still hugging his shoulders. He must have been in an obliging mood, because he quickly slipped free of it and pulled his T-shirt off over the back of his head as well. Then we were skin to skin, and it was glorious. I loved the heat of him, the soft tickle of his chest hairs against my breasts and hard nipples, the power of his arms and torso on top of mine. I buried my nose in his neck, inhaling his scent, licking and sucking the soft throb of his pulse point.



He groaned and moved his hands to my waist, quickly slipping his fingers through the elasticity of my skirt’s waistband, pulling it down with the strings of my panties, stripping me bare in one go. His hands returned up the outsides of my legs. He kissed and licked his way along my inner thighs, from one knee to my pelvis, then repeated the process on the other side, teasing and nipping and licking and kissing his way. Then he slid two fingers into my wet lower lips, spreading my juices over them and circling my risen clit. Finally, he wrapped his arms around my thighs and buried his face in my open hot center. His mouth landed directly over my clit, and his tongue swept from below before circling it and then—god!—sucking on it. I sucked in air, my head thrown back, and I think I mewled.