I shouldn't be watching him like this.
Not here. Not now. Not at my best friend's wedding where I'm supposed to be the perfect maid of honor, smiling and pretending my panties aren't already soaked just from looking at him across the reception hall.
But Dominic Russo makes it impossible to look away.
He's leaning against the bar in that custom-fitted suit that shows off every hard line of his body. Dark hair slightly messy in that way that makes you want to grab fistfuls of it while he's between your thighs. And those eyes, Jesus, those dark eyes are locked on me with a hunger that makes my pussy clench.
Six months. We've been fucking for six months. Hotel rooms where he bends me over every piece of furniture. His car with tinted windows where I've sucked his cock while he drives. Stolen afternoons in his apartment where he makes me scream his name so loud the neighbors complain.
So many lies. So much sneaking around.
And now my best friend Mara just married his brother James, which makes everything we've been doing so much worse.
"Scarlett!" Mara grabs my hand, her face glowing with newlywed happiness that makes guilt twist in my stomach. "Dance with me! This is our song!"
I let her pull me onto the dance floor because what else can I do? Tell her I've been getting fucked by her new brother-in-law for half a year? She spins around laughing, and over her shoulder I see him. Dominic. Watching me like he wants to strip me naked right here in front of everyone.
Some blonde in a tight red dress is hanging on his arm now, touching him, leaning in close. Jealousy shoots through me hot and ugly. That's mine, I want to scream. His cock is mine. His mouth is mine. Those hands that know exactly how to make me come are fucking MINE.
But I can't say any of that.
"So," Mara says with that scheming look I know too well, "what do you think about Dominic?"
I choke on nothing. "What?"
"James's brother! Come on, you've seen him. The man is sex on legs." She grins. "I'm thinking about setting you two up."
Oh god. If only she knew.
"Mara, I don't think..."
"You've been single forever, Scarlett. And Dominic is perfect for you. Smart, successful, and let's be honest, those arms could probably snap a girl in half." She leans in with a wicked smile. "In the best way. I've seen how he looks at you. There's definitely sexual tension there."
Sexual tension. That's one way to put it. Last week he had me bent over his kitchen counter, fucking me so hard I could barely walk the next day. Two days ago he ate my pussy in his office during his lunch break. Yesterday morning I woke up with his cock in my mouth because he said he couldn't wait.
The song ends and James pulls Mara away for their first dance. I start heading back to my table when a hand wraps around my wrist. Hot. Possessive. Familiar.
"Dance with me."
Dominic's voice always does things to my body that should be illegal. Makes my nipples hard. Makes my pussy wet. Makes me forget every reason this is wrong.
"People will see," I whisper.
"So what? We're family now, right?" That dangerous smile that makes my knees weak. "Besides, Mara wants to set us up anyway. Might as well give her what she wants."
Before I can argue, he's pulling me onto the dance floor. The band switches to something slow and dirty, and then his hands are on me. One splayed across my lower back, the other holding mine. We're way too close for appropriate. Close enough that I can smell his cologne. Close enough that I feel his body heat. Close enough that when he shifts, I feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach.
"You look fucking edible in that dress," he murmurs against my ear. "Been thinking about ripping it off you since you walked down that aisle. Been thinking about bending you over and fucking you until you scream."
Heat floods between my legs. "Dominic, don't."
"Don't what? Don't tell you that I've been hard for you all day? That I've been imagining my cum dripping down your thighs while you stand up there looking all innocent?" His hand slides lower, fingers grazing the top of my ass. "Don't tell you that I want to find a dark corner and make you choke on my cock?"
"We're at a wedding," I breathe, but my voice is shaky, needy.
"I don't give a fuck." His hand drops lower, blatantly grabbing my ass now. Anyone looking would see. "It's been three weeks, Scarlett. Three weeks since I've been inside you. Since I've tasted that sweet pussy. Since I've heard you beg me to fuck you harder."
My breathing is ragged now. We're in the middle of a crowded dance floor and I want to climb him like a tree. "We agreed to stop. After they got engaged..."
"Fuck what we agreed." His jaw clenches. "I tried, baby. I really fucking tried. But I can't get you out of my head. Can't stop thinking about how tight your pussy gets when you're about to come. How you taste on my tongue. How perfect your lips look wrapped around my cock. How you say my name when I'm balls deep inside you."
I'm throbbing now. Aching. "This is so messed up."
"I know."
"Mara is my best friend."
"I know."
"Then why..."
He pulls back just enough to look at me, and what I see in his eyes makes my heart stop. Raw need. Desperate hunger. And something deeper. Something that scares me.
"Because I'm in love with you," he says quietly. "And I'm done pretending I'm not."
The words hit me like a physical blow. In six months of the hottest, dirtiest sex of my life, we've never said that. It was supposed to be just fucking. Just two people who couldn't keep their hands off each other.
When did it become this?
The song ends. I step back, shaking, my pussy throbbing with need and my heart racing with fear.
"Meet me in the east garden," Dominic says, his voice rough. "Fifteen minutes. I need to taste you."
"No."
"Scarlett..."
"No, Dominic. This is Mara's wedding. I'm not sneaking off with you to..." I stop before I say something that gives us away.
His face goes hard. "Fine. Then I'm coming to your apartment tomorrow. And we're going to fuck until you can't walk. Until you remember that you're mine. Until you stop running from what we both know is true."
He walks away and leaves me standing there, wet and desperate and so turned on I can barely think.
I survive the rest of the reception somehow. Smile for photos. Give a toast that makes Mara cry happy tears. Help her change into her going-away outfit while she gushes about James and how perfect everything is.
The entire time, I feel Dominic's eyes on me. Feel the promise of what's coming tomorrow.
When I finally escape to my car, my phone buzzes.
Dominic: You can run all you want, baby. But tomorrow I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to. Going to fuck that pussy until you're screaming my name. Going to make you come so many times you beg me to stop. And then I'm going to make you come again.
My hands shake as I read it. I should block him. Should tell him we're done forever. Should confess everything to Mara.
Instead I drive home, strip off my dress, and touch myself thinking about him. About his hands on my body. His cock inside me. His mouth between my legs. I come three times but it's not enough. It's never enough with Dominic.
He's right. We're not done. Not even close.
And tomorrow when he shows up at my door, I know I'm going to let him in. Let him fuck me. Let him own me.
Because that's what he does. What he's always done.
Dominic Russo owns me completely.
Body and soul.
And god help me, I don't want him to stop.