She looks like she’s just found herself a new throne and I laugh silently. “Are you so sure you should be cozying up to him? He did call you a rat, you know?” I whisper.
In response she only scoffs, as if trying to say to let bygones be bygones before she jumps down from her new favorite human and I know she’s ready for some breakfast. Moving the quilt that’s covering me, I’m about to get up when Dom suddenly rolls over to his side, possessively throwing his arm on top of my body.
It’s heavy and I freeze, not daring to move. He is so close that I can count each and every one of his ink colored lashes, see the small couple of thin scars that he has close to his temple and just how powerful his mouth really looks. It’s the kind of mouth that old wives tales warn young women about.
Not that I believe in wives tales but I still wriggle, trying to get loose and I gasp when Dom suddenly pushes into me and I feel something very hard and very big, probe me between my innocent thighs. A lick of heat lashes at me and I bite my lip to not let him hear my moan.
When a lazy, indecent grin covers his face and a growl starts rumbling deep in his chest, I stutter, “W...wake up...”
His eyes slowly open, reluctantly as if he wanted to keep dreaming and his gaze lowers when he notices how entangled our limbs are. I’m expecting him to scatter, maybe be horrified because the old Dom would have hated to have acted unprofessional.
This one doesn’t care and he lets go of me as if he has all the time in the world and he does nothing to hide his erection, proudly keeping it on display and even roughly adjusting himself, making my eyes glow as I sit up in bed.
He notices my reaction and he brushes his stubble that is starting to look more and more wild grown. “You really are not used to men, are you, sweetheart?” he says gruffly and I can barely stand the effect that word has on me.
It makes me feel so small, so vulnerable and I don’t know why I have this deep need to be called sweetheart. Sometimes it feels like I would follow Dom anywhere and do whatever he wants as long as he tells me that I’m his sweetheart.
I should be ashamed of my weakness but I can’t help it. It makes me feel numb and my breasts feel heavy underneath my t-shirt, my whole body tingling with goosebumps. Shaking myself I say,
“Of course I’m used to men.” I try to use that old voice of mine, the haughty one but it’s not working out here. Instead my voice sounds too soft and too needy, making me blush.
Dom tenses and suddenly I’m wary. His head firmly snaps to the side. “Take that back unless you seriously want to piss me off.”
Piss him off? If I do, I wonder what the consequences will be. Will he throw me outside to fend for myself? Will he call me something crude? Spank me...?
The hue on my face grows deeper but I snap, “I’m not taking it back...”
I regret the words as soon as they leave my lips. Dom’s eyes flash with wounded male pride and he tackles me down on the bed, shoving his hard body on top of mine and pins my wrists over my head.
“Said fucking take it back or so help me...” he growls, mercilessly shoving at me and I panic when I feel something building up in my core, a quick stream of something hot, primal and dangerous and I helplessly yelp,
“All right, I take it back!” My mouth quivers and I whimper, “I take it back!”
The look in his eyes carefully dissipates but his mouth is still not in the mood for any games. “You’ve never had a man, you’ve never been fucked or screamed a male’s name right when you’re about to come.”
To answer him, I quickly shake my head, squirming underneath him and my eyes are wide and confused as I look up at him. Exhaling, he rests his forehead against mine for a short moment, his gaze dark and deep and I stop breathing.
My body and mind feels tender, in the way that it can only feel when you just were up against something so much stronger, harder and more powerful than yourself. Releasing me as if nothing happened, Dom gets up and stabs his legs into his denims while I wait for my heart to slow down its rate.
Once I feel confident enough, I rise out of bed, crossing the floor to the kitchen while Persy dances around me. She’s so hungry she’s practically drooling and I feed her some of the leftovers from previous night. Yesterday Dom filled up a couple of bottles from the stream and I make sure that Persy has some water as well.
Looking up from my dog mom duties, I notice that Dom is leaning against one of the beams with his arms crossed and there’s a wild look in his eyes, his features tense and his mouth is curving from impatience and I shudder.
What is he so impatient about? What does he want from me...?
He’s so different out here, rugged and unpredictable and almost animalistic. Back in the city when he still was just my dad’s bodyguard, I suspected that there was an entirely different side to him but I never thought I would see it.
Thought he would always keep it hidden but out here, nature seems to demand authenticity and it makes me lightheaded. The old Meadow would have been disturbed, found it demeaning to be tackled to the bed by someone like Dom.
He’s beneath her, she would have thought. But now I know better. And now I know that it’s me who’s beneath him.
10
Dominic
Blood is pounding in my temples as I watch Meadow pamper her dog.I was close to taking her in that bed, her snappy tone dangerously riling me up. I have a ton of pent up energy and Meadow is going to find herself in the crossfire whether she likes it or not.
Rubbing my face in agitation, I watch the girl with narrowed eyes. Her hair is messy and her face without a trace of makeup just like I’ve always wanted her. The clothes on her back are the ones that belong to me and nature has already started to give her a ruddier appearance as if she slept in moss and dew all night.