Sweet Seduction Sacrifice (34 page)

"I'm just surprised that you find the time to place such demands on your
all
women, but clearly not the conscience to think that it could be wrong."

I felt his anger before it reached his eyes, it was like a heatwave rolling off his body. His eyes turned dark, intense, scary looking. Killer lawyer was back in the room.

"And how, pray tell, do you associate me wanting to see your naked body when we have sex to being so very wrong?" Each word was spoken through gritted teeth. Then he flinched slightly, as something occurred to him. "What do you mean
all your women
? Just how many women do you think I am fucking right now?"

Oh, and he'd finally got it.

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" I shot back, crossing my arms over my chest, which only made me realise I was arguing with Dominic Anscombe while we were both buck naked.

"You have got to be kidding me," he growled sitting upright.

"The cellphone calls," my mouth advised him and my eyes got wide on each word. Shut up! Shut the fuck up, Gen!

"What cellphone calls?" he asked in a low voice, but the scary was still there.

"Nothing," I said with a shake of my head and reached down to the floor to nab his shirt.

Dominic's hand wrapped around my wrist to stop me. "Oh, no you don't, sweetheart. We're having this out right now and if I can't fuck you naked, then I'm quite happy to argue with you naked instead."

I glared at him and for some strange reason he smiled back.

"The cellphone calls," he prompted.

I closed my eyes for a moment, wishing I was anywhere else but here. "Just forget about it, OK?" I requested, trying to tug my wrist free of his hand.

"Genevieve," he said in
that
voice.

"Please," I begged.

His lips pressed into a tight line. "This isn't over," he declared. I shook my head back and forth, but wouldn't open my eyes.

"For your information," he said, suddenly appearing at my side, his words whispered against the sensitive skin at the side of my neck. "At this very moment, there is no one else but you. I would expect the same in return, exclusivity. You're in my bed, I'm in yours, no one else gets a look in. For either of us."

At this very moment
. It was all I could hear. Oh, I knew he'd said other things, things that should have settled my mind and made me feel secure. But I couldn't get past those four words.
At this very moment
, like his promise only applied to right now. When the doors on this house were unlocked and we returned to reality, anything was game.

"I don't feel like tasting you right now," I said belligerently.

"That's all right, sweetheart. I'll do all the work."

"The cameras," I said in desperation as his tongue lay a trail down my neck and his fingers found a nipple.

"What about them?" He mumbled against my skin as he pressed me back onto the couch and covered my body with his.

"Eric's watching," I managed between gasps. How the hell he could get me from angry and unwilling, to turned on and ready to rock and roll with a simple touch, was beyond me. My body craved this man, despite my misgivings.

"Like bloody hell he is," Dominic said, lifting his head to look me in the eyes. "They'll be switched off. As soon as I enter a room with you, they know to switch them off. If something happens that's private, they're trained to switch them off. Nick runs a tight ship, they know not to stray from the rules. Besides," he said ducking his head to my throat and kissing me softly there, "something else you should know about me, sweetheart. I won't let anyone see you compromised, ever. I will always protect you from unnecessary harm."

Oh Lord, and now he'd done it. He'd broken through the shell. I'd never had
anyone
declare so honestly that they'd look out for me above all else. Jason had of course, but he's my brother. You kind of come to expect that sort of thing. But Brett never had, it was an all-for-one-type policy with Brett. If you couldn't look after yourself, he didn't really care. The only person Brett truly cared about, was himself.

And didn't that justify the life changing realisation I'd just had.

I still had misgivings about Dominic, I couldn't prevent that. I had no idea how they would affect my future, but I was also sure I didn't want to dwell on them too closely right now. Not when Dominic had wrapped his lips around a nipple and was tugging and sucking and nibbling it erect. I would bury my head in the sand for the two days I had Dominic, then I would concentrate on licking my wounds and running the hell away from here. I'd be busy, no doubt, licking the wounds of losing my dream as well, so I was pretty sure the heartache I'd be feeling would be consumed by the end of my world.

So no, right now, it didn't warrant my attention. Not when I had Dominic to myself. Maybe it was short-sighted, maybe it was selfish, maybe I was mental to delay the inevitable and allow myself to fall further into his clutches right now, when I knew how it would all end. I didn't know the answer to that, I just knew that a man like Dominic Anscombe came along only once in a lifetime and even if he couldn't be mine forever, he was mine right now. His cellphone was off, she couldn't phone him. The door was locked and we were hidden away from the rest of the world.

I'd take what I could get.

"I want to taste you now," I murmured to his bent head.

He tipped his face up to me, a smile spreading across his lips.

"That can be arranged, lovely," he husked above me and then proceeded to shift us back into our original positions and back on target for the original plan.

Maybe I liked to stick to my word too. So, I spent the next hour proving just that.

"Oh Christ!" Dominic groaned as he slammed into me one final time, finding his release and pressing my body deep into the couch in a delicious display of hard and fast.

Both of my legs were up and over his shoulders, so he could
go deep
as he'd said and he hadn't been wrong. I'd felt every delightful inch of him. The more I felt, the more I wanted. I was already, despite having just experienced another three orgasms, ready for more. I couldn't get enough of this man.

Dominic went to pull out but I clamped my legs around his neck making retreat impossible.

"Not yet," I murmured in a lazy, way-too-much-sex, voice. He chuckled above me and shifted my legs down to around his waist in a more comfortable position, but didn't lose any contact through the movement. Then he settled himself flush against me, most of his weight still being held aloft by his elbows at either side of my head.

"We were made to be doing this," he commented, nuzzling his nose into my hair at the side of my neck. "Made for each other." I think that's what he said but I couldn't be sure, he was muffled against my skin.

I decided I must have been mistaken.

So, I just answered with a non-committal, "Mm-hmm."

"I could do this all night," he continued to share. "Think up more and more inventive ways to make you come. I think it could become my sole focus in life, making you say my name that way."

Oh wow. I sucked in a breath at his words. How could he be so open about this? How could he be so sure? I'd never met anyone like Dominic Anscombe. Someone so willing to show this side of themselves, greedy for more of the woman in their arms, entirely too lust-filled to act appropriately, so confident their admissions wouldn't be rejected. It was astounding to be with someone so liberated they had no issues at all about baring themselves so obviously to someone who could let them down.

I was in awe of him and slightly puzzled by him, because I had never met anyone like him before, nor could I match the ferocity with which he grasped life in his hands and simply wouldn't let go. I wanted to, God I wanted to so very much. But life, in my experience, had a habit of spitting in your face. To take that leap of faith and open yourself up so completely to another, and then have it thrown back at you. I just couldn't do it.

Perhaps, once upon a time, I'd been as carefree and hopeful as Dominic appeared to be, but I'd had that beaten out of me. Not literally, I'd never been hit by a boyfriend or anything as horrendous as that, but I had been let down. Brett wasn't the first guy to break my heart. But that's life, isn't it? Everyone gets their heart broken at one stage in their life, I'd just had mine trampled on to such a degree by Brett, that it had been flattened, almost destroyed.

But, I'm not so self-centred to believe I'm the only one to have a loser boyfriend like Brett, and quite frankly it could have been worse. Like I said, he never hit me, or cheated on me, he just stole my money, emotionally blackmailed me and constantly put me down. The first was a huge hit, the second was just what I had come to expect of Brett and by the end I thought it was normal. And the third was the one that did the most damage. Because I began to believe his nasty words.

That I wasn't going to get another chance at my dream, that he was my only hope in love and if I lost him, I'd be all alone. That I couldn't fight my own battles without a strong, controlling male in my life. That without him, I was nothing.

That's why I took him back all those times, because the carefully worded threats, which he'd placed over an extended period of time, wore me down to such a degree that I
believed
.

And here I was with a man like Dominic Anscombe; handsome, sexy, accomplished, powerful, take-no-prisoners and knows-what-he-wants, and I couldn't even allow myself to believe it was possible, it was true. Because Brett had done a number on me, and my self-confidence had taken a hit.

I still wasn't sure who cellphone woman was, but I had heard everything Dominic had said. There was no one else but me right now, he had something he needed to sort out and Nick was helping him - a mistake, he had admitted, that had no bearing on us, which could be cellphone woman I supposed - and then there was all the lovely things he kept saying. About how he loved the way my mouth ran-away on me and let him see inside my mind, the way I cleaned my store in socks, singing at the top of my voice, the way I made him so turned on, all he wanted to do was make me come for the rest of his life. It was getting through, if I was honest about that. He was cracking that shell more and more each day.

But still, there was a part of me that couldn't accept it on faith. Accept that a man like Dominic Anscombe could want me and no one else.

Katie had said he needed a challenge, he had admitted he bored easily in everything in life. He'd said at the beginning, that he thought I'd be a simple distraction, but wouldn't hold his attention for long. The more I thought about it, mulled it over in my mind, the more Brett's words mixed with my doubts made it hard for me to believe.

If I didn't think, but simply responded to him, things would be entirely different. But I'm a thinker, a doubter, a product of my experiences, and although he's breaking through my walls, Dominic hadn't reached the other side. Yet.

The rest of the night we talked. It was nice. Better than nice, it was natural, comforting and little by little, my mind released its hold again on the doubts. By the time he took me to bed - late into the night as I'd slept most of the day - and made love to me; slowly, carefully, even lovingly if I allowed myself that thought, I was content and happy and, dare I say it, carefree. He didn't fuck me, he loved me. There was absolutely no doubt about that, because afterwards he told me so.

"
That
, sweetheart," he whispered into my hair as he curved my body into his under the bed covers, "was the most exquisite love-making I have ever experienced in my life. You are most definitely paradise, do you know that? My paradise."

I couldn't answer him, I could only squeeze my arms tightly around his waist to let him know I had heard, but inside my heart was singing, even as the tears rolled down my cheeks at what I could still possibly lose. And it was so much more than I had anticipated, it hurt so much more to know this perfection was never again to be mine. Because Dominic wasn't wrong, this was paradise. And he was
my
paradise as well.

I woke to loud voices coming from outside the room. The sun was up, but only barely, my head was a little foggy from both lack of sleep and the wine I'd consumed last night. And Dominic wasn't in the bed at my side. I rolled over and groaned at the interruption to my sleep and the ache that the loud voices were stirring in my head. Hungover and sleep deprived, not a happy mix.

Realising I wasn't going to get back to sleep with that racket and also beginning to feel unease, because who would be here arguing with Dominic, when we'd told everyone who mattered we were locking the doors and disappearing inside his house for two days? And it had only been one day, we still had today to create memories to last us the rest of our lives, but from the sound coming from outside the bedroom, that was no longer going to be the case.

I slipped on some underwear, jeans and one of Dominic's T-shirts, not bothering with a bra, then ran fingers through my hair and went in search of the drama. I found it in the lounge, their voices raised so much that the sound had floated up the stairs to Dominic's bedroom.