“I don’t.” It didn’t even sound convincing to me.

He grinned. “It’s okay, though.”

He leaned his face toward mine, licking away a tear I hadn’t realized had fallen.

“I want you too. I want you to fight me. I want to make you. I want to hold you down and fuck you until you scream my name. I want to come all over you, so you know who you belong to. So you know who owns you.”

He released me to tear his shirt over his head, baring his chest. He stood with his arms on either side of me, caging me in but not touching me.

“Touch me, Gia.”

His low, deep whisper made me shudder.

I stared up at him. His pupils had dilated so that thin rings of blue-gray circled black. My breathing grew shallow, every hair on my body standing on end.

I moved slowly, tentatively, dropping my gaze to his muscled chest, the tattoo there, and down to his belly, to the trail of hair disappearing into his jeans. Hands shaking and with the lightest touch of my fingertips, I did as he said. I touched him, the tops of our heads coming together as we both watched my fingers move over hard muscle wrapped in soft flesh.

“You make me fucking crazy.”

His chest rumbled with the rawness of his words. He gripped my wrist hard and laid my hand flat against his chest, over his heart. His other hand circled my hip.

“Feel this.”

His heart beat a frantic staccato beneath my hand, and I found myself biting my lip when I turned my gaze to his, both our heads still bowed. He slid his hand over my belly and brought it to rest at my heart. He didn’t speak the obvious, that my heart beat as loudly and as frantically as his. I didn’t know what this meant. What he wanted. All I knew was that I wanted him. I wanted all of him.

“Take my cock out,” he ordered.

I let my fingertips slide down over his belly, obeying, both hands working clumsily to undo his jeans and push them and his briefs down far enough to grip his cock in both hands. I held the hardness, wrapped my hands around it, and smeared the wetness at the tip.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded.

I wouldn’t do that. Didn’t I say I wouldn’t kneel for him? For any man?

Dominic’s hand nudged my shoulder, and, weak willed, I slid down, the floor cold and hard against my bare knees.

He waited until I looked up at him.

“Suck my cock, Gia. Keep your eyes on me, so I can watch you take me. So I can watch you choke and cry when I fuck your mouth.”