Chapter 51

TAYLA

I watched as Walker and Hayden dug into the lasagna I’d made, their enjoyment evident. They always appreciated my cooking, except when it was chicken soup. I liked the feeling this gave me. It was almost like we were a family. Could I consider them family?

Walker’s phone buzzed, interrupting my thoughts. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered, “Hey Dominic, what’s going on?”

Hayden tensed at the mention of Dominic’s name. I rolled my eyes and started loading the dishwasher.

“Sure, come on over. We’ve got some lasagna left.”

As I wiped down the countertops, I gritted my teeth. Damn Dominic! I wouldn’t let him hurt Walker or Hayden. I was determined to figure out his game.

Hayden got up and walked out onto the deck, Walker trailing behind him after ending his call. I watched them talk amongst themselves as I continued cleaning the kitchen.

Once I was done, I heard the front door open and in walked Dominic. He was dressed in black ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, leaning casually against the counter with a warm smile on his face.

“Hi, Tayla,” he greeted, his eyes quickly scanning my cotton shorts and vest top.

I gave him a side glance and huffed.

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt to be nice,” he said, his brow furrowing.

“Great advice. Maybe you should take it yourself?” I retorted.

His dark eyes met mine, seeming to darken even more.

“Watch it, princess,” he hissed.

I placed my hands on the island and glared right back at him.

“You should be careful, Dominic,” I warned.

A smirk played at the corners of his mouth and he bit his bottom lip.

“I like how my name sounds on your lips.”

What the hell?

“Go fuck yourself!” I snapped.

Walker walked into the kitchen, sensing the tension. “Everything okay?” he asked.

“Tayla was just about to serve me some of her lasagna,” Dominic said, grinning.

I pursed my lips, walked over to the plate with the leftover lasagna, and picked it up. As I moved towards the island, I pretended to trip, and the lasagna fell to the floor with a loud splat.

“Oh no! How clumsy of me!” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Walker chuckled while Dominic’s face hardened, his eyes turning cold. I grabbed a cloth and cleaned up the mess on the floor.

“It’s fine. I can make a sandwich,” Dominic said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, you know where the damn fridge is then!” I snapped, storming out of the kitchen and heading to Hayden’s room.

I flopped onto the bed, face down, and punched the pillows in frustration. Damn him! As if I’d ever cater to him, knowing what I knew?

I lay there, thinking of all the ways I could uncover Dominic’s plans. I’d follow him tomorrow, confront him, and then Walker and Hayden would know the truth.

I must have dozed off because when I woke up, it was dark. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen.

“Go back to bed!” a voice growled.

I jumped, finding Dominic sitting on the island, nursing a bottle of beer.

“Awww... playing babysitter again, are we?” I taunted.

His lips pressed together in a thin line. I huffed and walked over to the sink. I filled a glass with water and took a sip, keeping my back to him.

“Your attitude sucks,” he said.

“Fuck you!” I retorted, not bothering to turn around.

“If you were fucking me, you wouldn’t be talking to me like that,” he growled.

I spun around to face him, leaning against the sink.

“I would never sleep with someone like you!” I said, making a face.

Just as I raised my glass to take a sip, Dominic lunged forward and knocked the glass out of my hand. It shattered on the floor.

I gasped as he lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the sink. I slapped him hard across the face, causing his head to turn to the side.

Slowly, he turned back to face me, a smile on his face.

“Let’s work off some of that anger you have for me,” he growled.

Before I could respond, he pulled me into a deep, hard kiss. I struggled against him, but he held me tighter, continuing to kiss me.

“Bastard!” I cried when he finally pulled away.

“Spoiled brat!” he shot back.

He pulled me in for another kiss, this time sliding his tongue into my mouth. He moved closer, my legs wrapping around his waist, and a moan escaped my lips.

“Asshole!” I cried as he pulled away.

“Sexy little witch,” he said, his lips hovering over mine.

“You need to stop,” I said, feeling confused.

“Do I?”

His tongue traced my bottom lip and I felt a clench in my lower belly, my nipples hardening. Oh no! I couldn’t want him! He was the enemy!

Dominic’s hand moved up my inner thigh, his eyes locked on mine. This was my chance to tell him to stop!

His fingers brushed under my shorts and cupped my pussy, the heat from his hand searing my skin. My breath hitched and I gripped his shoulders.

“I...I” I stammered.

“Shut the fuck up!” he growled.

Our mouths met in a desperate kiss. His fingers parted my folds and he began to rub my clit in long, firm strokes. I whimpered with each stroke, my mind clouded with desire.

This was wrong! We could get caught! But I couldn’t tell him to stop!

He turned his hand and slowly slid a finger inside me, his thumb pressing on my clit. Each time he pushed his finger in, he pressed on my clit, causing it to swell. His finger was slick with my arousal, sliding in and out with ease.

Dominic wrapped his arm around my back, keeping me from falling into the sink and pulling me closer so his finger could reach deeper. I gasped and he quickened his pace, his lips brushing against mine.

Our eyes remained locked as I felt my orgasm building.

He paused, then slipped another finger inside me, pumping them in and out with increasing speed.

The stretch of his fingers made me moan, my eyes closing as I surrendered to the pleasure of his touch.

“You’re close...let go for me, naughty girl,” he murmured against my lips.

My hands clung to his shoulders, my hips thrusting to grant him deeper access as he quickened his pace.

“Oh...oh...,” I whimpered.

My head fell back, a knot of pleasure-pain forming in my stomach as I teetered on the brink.

“Look at me! I want to see your release!”

My eyes flew open, and the sight of his intense gaze was all it took.

A cry tore from my throat as I climaxed over his fingers, pulling him hard against me.

He drove his fingers deep inside me, holding them there as I rode out my orgasm.

My head dropped onto his shoulder, his scent filling my senses.

Our gazes remained locked as he slowly withdrew his fingers, then brought them to his mouth.

A moan escaped him as he cleaned them with his tongue.

“You taste divine, princess,” he murmured.

My mouth fell open, words failing me, and Dominic leaned in to kiss me, the taste of my own release on his tongue.

I pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss, and looked up at him, panting.

Dominic smiled, tracing a finger down my cheek.

“Your secret’s safe with me. And yes, the cameras are off,” he assured me.

“I shouldn’t have let that happen,” I admitted, guilt creeping in.

“It was inevitable. The sexual tension between us is palpable. It was only a matter of time before we succumbed.”

“No. I have two boyfriends already, and that’s enough!” I protested.

“Maybe you need more?”

“No!” I insisted, shaking my head.

“You’re drawn to the danger with me,” he observed, lifting me off the sink and setting me on my feet.

“I can’t! I can’t want you!”

~Liar,~ a voice in my head whispered.

His fingers tilted my chin up, his gaze holding mine.

“It’s okay to want me. And you should know...I want you too.”

Shaking my head, I stepped back and made my way to Hayden’s bedroom, tears slipping down my cheeks.