“Dom, what are you doing?!”


    “Showing you my crazy.” I swung Sloane up into my arms and carried her into the stockroom. I was familiar with theyout of this venue. Of course I was. The crowd appeared to be made up of guests, but there was an army of security around.


    I nodded to one of them now, as I swung her into the room where they kept extra tables and chairs.


    I kicked the door closed, locked it, lowered Sloane, and caged her against it.


    “What happened to taking it slow?” she breathed.


    I raised a brow. “You had forty-eight hours.”


    Her huskyugh vanquished my self-control. The need to possess her consumed me. I’d been dying for another taste of her sweet, sweet pussy. Thepulsion to pound into her without restraint had tortured me to the point of insanity. It’d been too fucking long. I captured her lips and groaned into her mouth. Christ. That mouth that I’d been obsessing over all evening. All day, weeks, months. Her voice. Her turbulent green eyes. Every inch of skin I wanted to devour. And with each plunge of my tongue, my craving for her intensified. She was an illicit drug I would never get over. My endless addiction.


    My fingers snuck their way to the back of her gown and encountered the buttons I’d been debating how to tackle in the most expeditious way.


    I tore my mouth away and said, “Forgive me,” before I ripped the fabric apart.


    “Dom!” she gasped against my mouth, but I possessed it again. I’d been patient, I told myself. Sloane could stop me if she wanted, and I would, but I kept the assault on her senses going. The gown fell away easily, and I lifted her out of it before I braced her against the door again, barely letting go of her lips.


    I leaned back, watching her beautiful face through hooded eyes. I was so drunk on her, the dim lighting in this room gave her an ethereal glow. An angel I was about to ravish.


    I kissed her neck, then I lowered the bustier, exposing a nipple. Itched on to it, sucking the tight bud into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. Her moan almost made mee in my pants.


    “Dom, oh God, I need you lower.”


    I dropped to my knees. Conflicting desires warred inside me. Of wanting to worship at her feet and torment her with my mouth until she’d scream my name so everyone would know she was mine.


    Possessiveness shoved that aside.


    Even her screams of pleasure were mine and mine alone.


    Her fingers dug into my scalp pushing my face to her core. I stroked a finger down her molten pussy. “Are you aching over here, baby?”


    I slipped my finger behind the crotch of the underwear. Hot damn, she was soaking with need. I pressed my nose against her pussy. Her pussy that I hadn’t sunk into in months. Months! Jesus Christ, the thought was making me feral. I hoped this wasn’t a dream because I’d dly die in it.


    “Yes.”


    “Then let me ease that ache.”


    I bared her pussy to my eyes. Neatly trimmed red hair mixed with her slick arousal and I wanted to drown in it. I inhaled her, dragging my nose through her scent, spreading her juices, before the urging of her hands made me relent and saved us from more torture.


    The second I tasted her, I lost it. I used my tongue, teeth, and mouth and ate her without thought, without second-guessing, driving into her purely on savage instinct. The familiar swelling of her clit invited me to suck andp and swirl. She drove her hips forward. I didn’t even realize that I had her leg over my shoulder as I continued to eat her.


    When she copsed, I propped her up and rose to my feet. I didn’t know how I pinned her against the wall with my body while I unzipped my trousers and freed my erection. I was hard. Harder than I’d ever remembered. It was almost painful. Heavy. I needed to be inside this woman.


    Sloane’s hand wrapped around my cock reverently, and then she stared up at me. “May I?”


    “I don’t think I’m gonnast,” I groaned.


    “Please.”


    Fuck.


    I gave her a curt, tension-filled nod.


    Her lips wrapped around my cock. I hissed, lids mming shut, feeling my eyes roll back at the intense sensation electrifying muscles and bones.


    Panting, I risked opening my eyes because seeing Sloane on her knees, giving me a blowjob was the single hottest experience I’d witnessed in a long time. It was hard to pick a moment, but every moment led back to her. Like when I had her at my mercy on New Year’s Eve, ramming her into the ss. Even that time I fucked her on her period and having her bleed all over me.


    Fuck.


    I hauled her up. “Enough,” I snarled at her. “The first time—I wannae inside you.”


    Her eyes widened, but before Sloane could protest, I spun her around and mmed her against the door. Lifting her up, I drove inside her, seating myself to the hilt and without giving her time to adjust, I pounded inside her.


    “I know I should give you a choice, but I can’t. You’re mine, Sloane. Mine.” Whateverst defense I had against her crumbled. I’d never fucked without a condom, but the surging obsession and possessiveness had nowhere to go except inside her.


    “Are you mine too?” Tears brimmed her eyes and my heart cracked at the uncertainty in them. How could she still doubt that there was nothing else I wanted to be except hers?


    “Yes. God, yes. I’m all yours. Body, mind, heart, and fucking soul,” I rasped. “Don’t you feel it, baby? Even when you hated me, I had to be near you.”


    “I never hated you.”


    “Good, because you’re my choice.” As soon as the word left my mouth, so did holding back. I’d been mentally reciting sports stats to keep the blood in my brain all evening. Spying Tomlin in the crowd immersed my mind with murderous thoughts, but once Sloane and I were alone, nothing else mattered except her.


    I emptied inside her.


    All the torment of the past few weeks, all the self-recriminations, Iid myself bare. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she cried out at the same time I grunted my release. I buried my nose in the crook of her neck and shoulder while my feet and back struggled to keep me upright. I lowered her right leg so I could grind into her, give her every drop of my possession.


    The words I wanted to tell her were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t want her to think my love was a product of lust. I would tell her. Tonight. Including several confessions.


    Our second chance was starting with truths.


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    “I’m on the pill,” she said.


    “Unfortunately,” I sighed.


    Her brows shot up. “I thought you never fucked without a condom.”


    I cupped her cheek and gave her a wry smile. “We have things to discuss, but not here.”


    “Are we setting boundaries again?”


    “No. We’re obliterating them.”


    She huffed a shortugh. “What?”


    I straightened her out and wrapped my tux jacket around her. “Sorry about the gown.”


    “Maybe the bet should have been if you were going to destroy my dress.”


    “Those buttons have been driving me crazy all evening,” I muttered. I slipped out my phone and texted the driver to bring the limo to the back of the venue. Afterward, I shot off a message to Trevor to keep an eye on Lucy.


    Kirill would forever be a wild card, and even if the chances of him hurting my sister were low this evening,cency was never an option when dealing with the Russians.


    The hallway was dark when we left. My soldiers were stationed around,municating with each other.


    “You’re like the president and they’re Secret Service,” Sloane whispered. “How did you get Kirill to go along with that?”


    I didn’t answer Sloane until we were in the back of the limo. Unlike our drive to the g where we kept to our sides of the vehicle, this time, I had her on myp and was nuzzling her throat. Inhaling her. All I could think about was sying her on the bed and fucking her into oblivion. I didn’t want to talk about Kirill, but Sloane wasn’t having it.


    “Dom, stop it,” she hissed. She wiggled her ass over my growing erection.


    I chuckled. “That’s not helping, baby.”


    “Tell me what’s going on. Or I’ll leave you blue-balled.”


    I sighed. “Way to kill the buzz. Kirill and I came to an agreement to get rid of Tomlin. With the existence of the recording, he’d be a liability Zahkarov Holdings wanted to have nothing to do with. Lucy wanted to do it big, and sh his arrest on the screen, but Kirill vetoed it. In fact, he was this close to strangling my sister in the one and only meeting the three of us had together with the feds.”


    “Phil?”


    “Never say his name right after I’ve fucked you,” I growled.


    “Stop being a jealous asshole. Phil is just a friend.”


    “A friend? He framed you.”


    “It wasn’t supposed to go down that way.”


    My arms tightened around her, and I said in her ear, “Let’s get to the penthouse before we talk about this shit.”