Chapter Twenty
DRAVEN
I feel like I am floating in the fog of the pine forest when I wake up. The room is dimly lit, the burn of scented candles the only light in the room.
My mind tracks back to what I remember last. Being in Domonic’s arms as he held me against his body on his couch. Glancing down, I notice I am still fully dressed, but I am also wrapped like a burrito in a soft fur throw and no longer in his arms.
I’m in Domonic’s room.
But where is he?
I can hear voices floating up from the open doorway and I stand as carefully as I can to make my way down to them.
“You need to try and get her to talk to you about her stepfather.” Paul’s voice wafts my way as I enter the open upstairs hallway.
Why are they discussing my stepfather?
‘Shut the fuck up Paul, I know that.” Dominic says as I begin my descent into the living room.
It is open floorplan, so I am able to see all three men in the kitchen as I make my way downstairs.
A devilishly handsome man, with milk chocolate skin and hypnotic hazel eyes, smiles at me from behind the kitchen island. “Hello Draven, nice to finally meet you,” he says, taking a few strides forward to grab my hand and guide me down the last few steps. “My name is Grant, I’m a fireman.”
He lifts my hand to his lips, but Domonic snatches it before he can kiss my wrist. I blush, laughing as Grant holds his hands up in surrender.
“No kissing, Domonic says. “Not for you, Mister I’m a fireman.”
“What’s going on?” I ask, letting Domonic lead me into the kitchen.
“Nothing,” Domonic chides. “Would you like some coffee?”
“How are you feeling Draven?” Paul inquires gently, concern in his eyes.
“Better. But I’m still a little shaken up.” I take the cup of coffee Domonic offers me and try to control my body’s immediate response to his standing so close. I look up at him, noting his lack of eye contact with me as he places one hand on the small of my back in an attempt to guide me back toward the living room. “Why were you guys talking about my stepfather?”
“Have a seat,” Domonic says, ignoring my question.
Oh fuck no. I’m not your child. You will answer me.
Okay, but I still want to know why you were talking about my stepfather.”
Paul clears his throat, “Grant and I were just leaving. We’ll see you both tomorrow.”
“Goodnight Draven,” Grant says, blowing me a kiss as the two of them headed out the front door.
Jesus, Domonic snaps, shoving Grant out the door, “Get out.”
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Heading back over, Domonic takes a seat next to me on the couch, the movement of his abdominal muscles flexing deliciously behind his shirt. “Are you
cold?”
I shake my head. “No. I want the answer to my question, Domonic. Why were the three of you discussing my stepfather?”
He sighs, then reaches over to take the coffee out of my hands and place it on the glass end table. “Tonight, when I left for the meeting, there were a couple of cars on the road with out of state plates and-”
“You’re wondering if it was him that came to the door. Is that it?”
He clenches his jaw, not answering.
“Domonic?” I urge.
He lifts his eyes to mine. “The thought had crossed my mind.”
“I’m not ready to talk about him,” I hiss, closing my eyes. “I don’t want
“You don’t want to talk about it. I know. But if I’m going to protect you from him, I need to know who I’m dealing with.”
“Protect me from him?” I scoff, shaking my head in frustration. “I never asked you to do that.”
He chuckles humorlessly. “I know you didn’t. But I’m going to anyway.”
“Why?” I ask, my eyes narrowing into slats. “Because you feel sorry for me? You didn’t give a fuck what I was running from when I first got here. You just wanted me to leave. Why do want to protect me now? Just because you saw my bruises? Just be cause I kissed you on your goddamned boat?”
He shakes his head, closing his eyes. I can tell he’s trying to be patient with me, but what he doesn’t know is that I am doing the same with him. He can’t protect me from my stepfather. No one can
“No,” he says, reaching over to pull me onto his lap, something he’s becoming more and more comfortable doing, it seems. Not that I completely mind the act. I mean, he has a magnificent seat. “If you’re not ready to talk about it yet, then I won’t make you.”
“Thank you” I say, placing my head on his shoulder. The warmth of his chest heats my face and I watch as his steady breaths become quicker.
‘I don’t want you alone at all until I find out if it was him or not.”
I nod, agreeing. “But promise me that you’ll tell me first if you do.”
My stepfather is dangerous. He is not someone I want around me or anyone else I care about. I didn’t really think it was him that rang the bell, but if it was, I would have to leave, I’m not going to risk anyone getting hurt because of me.
“I want you stay here with me – not in the condo,” Domonic states.
I smile. “You mean, you want to sleep with me?” I tease, lifting my head to stare at the muscles of his neck.
Something comes over me, igniting a bravery in me as my hunger for him reaches a peak. Leaning up to place my lips on his throat. I suck on his flesh, taking the smooth softness of his skin into my mouth and nibbling gently. His body tenses and he groans, his hands clutching my body to his. I can feel his dick hardening beneath me at arapid pace and the more I kiss him, the tighter his grip becomes.
“Draven,” he hisses. “One of the guys will be here any minute and if you keep doing that-”
If I keep doing what?” I say, turning to face him and straddling his lap
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“Shi.” He stares down at my cleavage as if he has just noticed how low cut my top is. He slants his head to one side, studying me as he clenches both my hips in his hands. Licking his bottom lip and biting down gently, he thrusts his hips upward and I roll against his growing erection. “Fuck,” he says. “You are too beautiful to be real.”
And you are too big to be.
I whimpers at sheer length of his hardness as he guides me into a steady rhythm, grinding me down on his lap. I lean forward to nibble his ear lobe and whisper, “You didn’t think so when I first got here.”
“I did think so,” he groans, hands steadily kneading my hips as they slide over my ass. “I knew I would want you too much. That’s why I wanted you to leave.” He continues stroking me up and down my back, locking on the top of my shoulders and pressing me downward, causing me to moan in pleasure.
“You told me I didn’t have what it took to work at your club,” I pant out, pushing myself against him in punishment for all the torture he’s building between my thighs.
“I lied,” he growls pulling my body in closer. “I would have lost my mind if I saw you working in my club.”
I continue to bitch at him, still writing on his lap, still panting out my words. “You didn’t want to help me. You wanted me gone and-”
“Not true,” he hisses, gripping the back of my head to bring my throat to his lips. He begin to suck viciously as the friction grows stronger between us. “I just knew how dangerous you would be.”
“Dangerous?” I whimper, as his hands slide in the back of my top.
“Fuck yes, dangerous.” He strokes the bare skin of my back and I fall forward to press my breasts against his powerful chest.
I wonder if he realizes how easy it would be to pop one of my nipples out of this top.
“Then why did you tell me to leave?” I moan as his kiss travels lower, over my collarbone and toward my breasts. Yes, that’s it. I want your mouth right fucking there.“Domonic?”
His eyes flare bright as he dips a finger into the top of my blouse to crest the hardened bud of my nipple. “Fuck.” He strokes the finger over toward my shoulder like he is going to pull my tops down and I rock my chest toward his mouth. He’s going to do it. I want his mouth on my right now. “I didn’t want you to leave, I was just-”
“Ahem! Hello!” A stranger’s voice sounds and my body freezes. Eyes popping open I spy tall body builder of a man standing near the back door waving at me. “You must be Draven, I’m Quinn. Sorry to interrupt, but the front door was locked.”
“Hello Quinn,” I frown, deflating. “Nice to meet you.”
“Fuck,” Domonic
“Uh,
his arms closing around me to hold me in place when I try to get up. “Are my windows dirty or something?”
no.” Quinn replies, confused.
un curse con you who
“Then is there any reason why you couldn’t have waited in your car for a few more minutes, Quinn?” Domonic asks, hands still clamped tightly over the back of my ass.
Quinn laughs. “I hope for her sake it, what you were planning would have taken more than just a few minutes Dom.”
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