Chapter 55

TAYLA

Our car came to a halt in front of what seemed like a deserted warehouse. We stepped out, trailing behind the men leading us towards the entrance.

Holy shit, this was bad news!

“Just pretend you’re with me, and we’ll be okay,” Dominic whispered in my ear.

I saw him quickly tap something on his phone before we stepped inside.

Immediately, the blaring sound of heavy metal music filled my ears. We had walked into what appeared to be a biker’s party.

Alcohol bottles were scattered everywhere, and men in black leather and jeans were milling around.

A cluster of motorcycles was parked in the room, and I flinched when Dominic took my hand.

We followed the two men who had brought us here. They led us to a middle-aged, skinny man lounging on a worn-out, grimy couch, with a woman on either side of him.

The man was dressed in a leather vest and black jeans.

“So, you’re the Raffiel thief?” he addressed Dominic.

The women on either side of him, scantily clad in provocative lingerie, gave me a once-over as we approached.

One of the men handed the skinny man the package Dominic had given him.

After inspecting it, the skinny man nodded.

“Nice. I see a profitable future for both of us.”

Dominic flashed him a smile, and then the skinny man’s gaze landed on me.

“Who’s this lovely young thing?” he asked.

“She’s mine,” Dominic clarified.

“She looks like she might bolt any second,” he observed.

Dominic wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.

“Do you share?” the skinny man inquired.

Dominic shook his head.

I bit my lip.

“What if I offered you money?”

“No!” Dominic’s response was firm.

“That’s not very friendly,” the skinny man frowned.

“I love her too much,” Dominic stated simply.

The skinny man stood up, smirking.

“I don’t believe you!”

“Excuse me?” Dominic retorted.

“She doesn’t look like she’s in love with you.”

“I am,” I interjected quickly.

The skinny man shook his head.

“You see? We heard a rumor that the Raffiel brothers have a girl they share.”

“And?” Dominic didn’t seem fazed.

“Her description seems to match hers.”

“It’s not. Why would the Raffiel’s girl be here with me?”

The skinny man pondered this.

“Prove it!”

I held my breath.

“Fuck her!”

No!

Dominic scoffed.

“Why? So you and your men can get their kicks watching my girl?”

“No. I’ll watch while you screw the love of your life.”

“I don’t want others to see her, and that includes you,” Dominic stated firmly.

The skinny man chuckled.

“You seem to have a lot of excuses not to fuck the love of your life. Maybe because she isn’t?”

Suddenly, he pointed a gun at my head, and I recoiled in fear.

“Put your gun down,” Dominic growled.

“I will. Once I see you fuck your so-called girlfriend here.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Oh, I am. Because I’m starting to think that she is, in fact, the Raffiel girlfriend and not yours.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I chimed in.

“Prove it!”

I turned to Dominic and nodded.

The only way out of this was if Dominic fucked me.

“We want privacy,” Dominic demanded.

One of the women next to the skinny man pouted.

“My office upstairs.”

The skinny man stepped forward, and Dominic squeezed my hand.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Just get me out of here,” I whispered back.

Dominic followed the man, his hand holding mine as he led me along.

We trailed behind the man up a flight of metal stairs and along a metal walkway before entering an office.

The room reeked of smoke and whiskey, and I fought the urge to throw up.

“Here!”

The man pointed his gun at an office table and dragged a chair a few feet away from it.

“Fuck her over the table, and then I'll believe she’s yours.”

“She is mine,” Dominic insisted.

He sat in the chair, his gun trained on us.

“So fuck her!”

“Just do it,” I urged, not meeting his gaze.

Dominic removed his leather jacket and set it aside.

This was the only way we could leave without a bullet in our heads.

But what about when we did get out?

No!

I couldn’t afford to think about that now.

“Come here, princess!”

I looked up and saw the longing in Dominic's eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I moved towards him, and he lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me slowly and deeply.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down my neck, making me whimper slightly.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I heard the man say.

Dominic moved his mouth to my ear.

“You have to act like you love me,” he whispered.

I raised my arms, wrapping them around the back of his head, and pulled him hard against my lips.

He responded by wrapping his arms around my back and pressing me against him as our mouths battled for dominance.

My body began to tremble, but I wasn’t sure if it was from fear of being shot or the way Dominic was kissing me.

His hands moved to my top, and he lifted it over my head, and I did the same to him.

Like Walker, he was chiseled to perfection, but his muscles seemed more defined.

We resumed kissing, and Dominic’s hand cupped my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples through the fabric of my bra.

A part of me knew that I was doing this to get the hell out of here alive, but there was also another part of me that wanted this.

I wanted Dominic to fuck me.

But I also didn’t want him to get shot for it either.

His hands were on my jeans, and he pulled them down along with my thong, kneeling to help me step out of them.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the man with his hand down his pants, pleasuring himself.

Dominic stood up and kissed my lips.

“Keep your gaze locked on mine,” he instructed.

He reached around me, clearing the office desk of papers before hoisting me onto it.

He kissed me again, his hand wandering down to cup me between my legs.

His fingers separated my lower lips, finding my clit and causing me to moan as he started to rub it.

He bit my lower lip gently, his warm breath washing over my face.

His eyes were so deep, so captivating, I found myself drawn into kissing him over and over.

My legs opened wider, and he slipped his finger inside me, starting a rhythm of sliding it in and out.

My hands clung to his shoulders as he worked his finger in and out of me, my moans growing louder.

My body was betraying me, arousal building painfully, and all I could think about was Dominic taking me.

I grasped Dominic’s face, staring into his eyes.

“Take me!” I whimpered.

His hand left its place between my legs, landing on my chest and pushing me back.

I reclined on the table as Dominic stepped between my legs, unfastening his jeans.

His hands gripped me under the thighs, pulling me so my bottom was at the edge of the table.

Our eyes met, and his mouth opened.

“Tayla? I...”

“Take me, Dominic,” I whimpered again.

He took his cock, guiding it to my entrance and began to press himself into me.

I started to pant as he slowly filled me, his cock stretching me in a warm, delicious sensation.

“Don’t make love to her...take her, son,” the thin man’s voice echoed.

Still holding onto my thighs, Dominic began to thrust into me, causing me to moan as he went deeper.

His eyes stayed locked on mine as he gradually began to take me harder.

My hands reached up, gripping the edge of the table near my head, and I dug my heels into Dominic’s back, urging him on.

The table rocked back and forth with his thrusting, and my breasts bounced in my bra, my nipples rubbing against the fabric.

“Dominic!” I gasped.

Bending over me, Dominic began to drive into me hard against the table, his breath coming out in gasps.

My body was aflame from the inside out, and the mix of fear and being taken by a man I was supposed to despise stirred something dark within me.

“Take me, you bastard!” I cried up at Dominic.

His face twisted into a sneer, his eyes darkening as he drove into me harder, his cock reaching an almost painful spot inside me.

His hand gripped my throat, pinning me to the table as I suddenly climaxed with a scream.