"I'm sorry about Aaron," she suddenly said, surprising us both, but then her cheeks heated up. "It just seemed so insignificant."
Studying the menu, I asked without raising my eyes at her, "So you don't see anything significant in letting me know you are staying longer at the college with one of your classmates?" The rustling sound of her sliding on the booth, then shifting closer to me as her breath washed over me like a wave, created instant longing.
"We have a final exam coming up in a week. So we decided to study together." Since I still refused to look at her for fear of flipping this table over-apparently, in this month, we'd made no fucking progress in her trusting me further-she placed her hand on my cheek and turned my head to face her as our eyes clashed. Hers annoyed and mine unreadable. "Could you just react to this? Shout, scream, or … " She didn't finish. Her skin flushed, and then she leaned back, but it was too late for me. She had already let the cat out of the bag.
"What kind of reaction do you want, krasavica?"
Her breath hitched as her lips parted, my body leaning in to hers, when we were interrupted by Sonya, who grinned brightly at me. With the rate she was going, I would need sunglasses by the end of the night.
"Dominic, would you like to personally choose a wine from our vineyard collection? We rarely give access to guests, but since you are our VIP client, we can make an exception for you." Rosa gritted her teeth. She repeatedly pointed out the woman kept on making a move on me, but I just brushed it off. Who the fuck cared if a woman wanted me, if I only ever wanted Rosa?
But then, wouldn't my going with her teach Rosa a lesson about not keeping shit from me? Kind of like tasting her own medicine? I instantly rejected the fleeting thought, because no matter how angry I was with her, I had no desire to hurt my girl.
However, my silence confused both women, and Rosa rose, throwing the menu on the table, and poking a finger at me, murmured loudly, "Screw this." And with that, she darted away before I could even curse.
"Dominic, I'm sorry," Sonya said.
I nodded and, without a backward glance, followed my woman in time to see her hop in Lorenzo's car and then drive off at a high speed into the night. Vlad already held the door open for me, while Vitya laughed his ass off.
"Trouble in paradise, huh?"
"Idi nahyi." Which basically meant fuck you in Russian, but it only amused him more.
With all those displays of rebelliousness, she made something abundantly clear for me.
She didn't need a tame Dominic who would be a romantic soul to woo her ass.
She needed the pakhan of the Bratva, and she'd finally get him.
Rosa
Entering the house, I passed by my dad, who was deep in conversation with Lucretia. I warned, "Not a word." He raised his brow, but shrugged as I ran toward the garden. My hands itched to fire several bullets to settle down the fury seeping through every bone in my body like a blazing wildfire.
Want to taste our wine, Dominic?
You look so good, Mr. Dominic.
Mr. Dominic. Blah blah blah.
Sonya couldn't make the fact clearer, if she tried, how much she wanted my man to fuck her senselessly right on the spot. And why the hell did he hesitate?
This whole dating thing ended up being confusing as hell and didn't bring me much joy, because my body buzzed and longed for a thing I couldn't name, and Dominic wasn't delivering. Stopping outside for a deep breath, I clenched my fists in frustration.
Cold metal circled around my neck as the cross rested on my collarbone. Strong hands wrapped around my waist as my back was pulled in to a hot chest, and my breath hitched. Peppermint breath fanned my cheek as Dom's gentle fingers removed the hair strands from the crook of my neck and his lips trailed down to my shoulder, leaving small bite marks in their wake.
"Why did you go, krasavica?" he mused, as his left hand slowly slid up, leaving burning sensations all over my stomach, and ended up on the underside of my breast as he palmed it gently. Pressing his lips to my ear, he murmured, "Answer me."
Shaking my head in denial, because the last thing I wanted to admit to him was the jealousy I felt toward the hostess or the longings I couldn't name or explain, but Dominic couldn't accept it. In an instant, he spun me around and took my mouth in a passionate kiss, pushing his tongue deep, entwining it with mine, and I groaned as his hands palmed and squeezed my ass.
He picked me up, allowing my legs to wrap around his waist as my hands tangled in his hair. My black, silky hair acted like a shield, covering our intimate moment from prying eyes as we continued to kiss. His lips nipped mine, sucking on my lower one and then tugging it, and immediately soothed it with the velvet touch of his tongue.
"I want to devour you." He tugged on the cross on my neck and I cried out in pain as the chain dug a bit too roughly into my neck. "So everyone'd know who made you feel this way." He sucked harder on my neck. "So they'd know to never come closer than fifty feet of you." He groaned in pleasure. "Fuck, how I wish it would happen." He pressed his head tighter to me as mine swirled with all kinds of electrifying sensations I had no idea existed. I couldn't help but wonder about my dad inside my house.
"Someone could see us."
Capturing my mouth with his for a short kiss, he replied while we took a moment to breathe, "Let them."
Palming his head and stilling any movement, I begged, "Not my dad, please."
He clenched his fist, wrapping my hair around it, and held my back with the other, as he walked to the greenhouse, confusing me.
"Why not an alcove?"
He sent me an odd look. "Really? It opens up right on his window."
Hanging my mouth open, which probably was very unromantic-like in this situation, but … "His room is located at the far end of the house."
He shook his head in disagreement. "Darling, tell me whatever you want, but it's his room." I probably would have argued 'til my last breath, but then we entered the greenhouse, and the humidity and smell of orchids overpowered everything else. He placed me on the bare wooden table as his hands pulled my knees apart and he stepped between them. His amber eyes held mine, as he gently ran his knuckles over my cheek.
"I've never had sex," I blabbed, and he blinked a few times in confusion. He had been dating me for a month, and I suspected that maybe he thought we'd seal the deal then, but no such stuff.
As much as I wanted him, sex just wasn't on my mind right now. "So we won't have intercourse," I voiced. Man, how lame was that? Way to ruin a moment. Since he still stayed silent, I got nervous and lashed out. "Well, if that's all the action-" I shifted my hips to slide to the side and leave, but he grabbed my hips, digging his fingers in painfully, as his intense stare caused my breath to hitch, and I was afraid to move.
"I know." He swallowed. "And trust me, I'm honored I'll be your first and last." The butterflies flew in my stomach, but at the same time, his chauvinistic, archaic thoughts pissed me off.
"No one said you'll be my first, or last for that matter."
Expecting some brute reply, he shocked me with his half smile as he slowly lowered the zipper at my back. The dress slid down to my waist, leaving me naked from the belly up. The garment didn't allow a bra, and it was too hot for it anyway.
His eyes darkened with intense craving as he saw my full breasts for the first time. He explored my neck, drinking from my mouth, and all thoughts about being difficult flew from my mind. His thumbed my puckered, pink nipples, and electrifying sensations spread through me, unfamiliar in their wake and intensity.
Gasping into his mouth, I threw my head back, entwining my fingers in his hair as he shifted his mouth lower, licking and sucking around my neck then down to my collarbone, and finally his breath fanned over my areola. A beat, and his lips enclosed over one as he ravaged it gently, if such a combination was possible. A moan of contentment slipped past my lips, but it didn't last long as he maneuvered to the other nipple and repeated the action, allowing me to ride the bliss his burning touches created.
"Rosa, my delicate flower," he whispered over my skin, and kneeled in front of me, our height difference allowing his chest to be level with me. Putting my legs over his shoulders, he wrapped them around his neck, and a deep flush spread over my skin from the intimate position. Hiking my dress up, a cold breeze swept over me and aroused my heated flesh more. "So innocent." Shoving my lacy white panties to the side, he leaned forward, inhaling me, as he murmured, "So fucking sweet," right before he bit my lower lips, his tongue slowly licking up from my center to my clit, then sucking on the bud eagerly. A cry of utter pleasure echoed in the greenhouse.
Nipping my sensitive skin, he flattened his tongue and swept it over my pussy, creating an electrifying charge inside me as my hands dug harder into the wood, while my whole body leaned on my arms. I read so many freaking books that had described the act of oral sex multiple times in different variations, but none came close to the actual sensations awakening every nerve in my body, lifting me higher than I ever was before. But then, he entered me with one finger, probing inside my tight opening, and immediately it sucked him in, even though a sting of pain happened due to the unfamiliar intrusion.