OWNED by Dominic (Possessed #1) (8 page)

She could practically feel Dominic’s anger at her.

“I must warn you, though, Ms. Cavalier won’t give up.”

“Oh, I don’t see that being a problem,” she smiled sweetly, “because there is no Dominic Slade living
here. Please inform her that if another representative of hers comes onto this land
, I have a policy.”

“What policy?”

“Shoot first. Question later.” At that, she turned and went into the house with the knowledge that she’d scared his pants off from the way he backed up to his vehicle, and she could now hear the tires squealing as he left.

*****

By the time
the smarmy attorney left, Casey was doubled over with laughter, he was fuming, and Deedee had run off.
What the fuck just happened?

Dom couldn’t believe what she’d just done. He was in shock. Shock that Brooke was looking for Jax. Shock at the performance that Deedee had just put on. Shocked that she’d gotten the attorney to leave. He didn’t need her to fight his battles for him. Though he could see why she had. If she hadn’t stepped in, the man probably had a subpoena of some sort and would have served him. But because she claimed to be him, and further planted doubt in the man’s mind, he hadn’t. For now, he was off the hook, but he knew Brooke. Knew she’d come back or send someone else. She was a heartless fucking bitch.

“Fuck off, Case,” he told his best friend before slamming inside the house in search of this incredible and slightly neurotic woman of his.

“Deidre O’Connor, don’t fucking run from me!” he hollered when he saw her ready to flee for the back door. She froze mid-step. Turning slowly, she backed into a wall as he walked closer.

Leaning into her, he trapped her with his arms on either side of her head and his pelvis pressing her flat. “What. The. Fuck,” he gritted out.

“I...I...I...I’m sorry, Dom. It’s just, I knew what was going to happen, and you’re so perfect with Jax. I couldn’t bear to see him taken away from you by a woman who doesn’t even know his name. I didn’t think! I’m sorry, Dom, I’m so sorry!” she stammered.

He searched her face and her eyes, not for something she may be hiding, but for how her words rang true with the emotions he’d been picking up from her. He’d kept himself away the past few days because he couldn’t stand not owning every piece of her soul. Of not feeling her lithe body moving under him in passion. He knew the next time he put his hands on her, he was going to make her his.

Slowly lowering his head to hers, he took her lips in a sensual kiss of exploration. He devoured her mouth with his own, making love to her with his tongue the way he wanted to with his body. Her moans escalated as he picked her up in his arms. Holding her body to the wall with his hips, his hands roamed freely up her chest. Going under her small shirt he lifted her bra up, playing and pulling on her nipples.

“Oh God, Dominic!” She panted as he started raining rough kisses down her neck to her shoulders and finally her breasts, where he lifted her shirt with his teeth so he could see her perfect pink nipples. Capturing one between his teeth, he sucked roughly before biting down at the bottom of it and pulling lightly.

She dug her hands into his hair, tugging sharply, causing his cock to swell even more. He loved a little pain with his pleasure. “Fuck, Princess,” he mumbled as her legs tightened on his hips.

“Dominic,” she emitted, her voice threaded with an aroused panic.

She liked the pain, too. He smirked around her nipple.

Grinding his hardness into her heated core, he could almost feel the wetness her arousal caused. Needing to feel it full on, he lifted her peasant skirt. Undoing his jeans, he pulled her skimpy panties to the side sliding the length of his cock between her warm, wet pussy lips.

“Oh, fuckkk,” he groaned in pleasure.

He could feel her core pulsing with her need. The need to be filled. “Please, Dom,” she begged.

“You want it, Princess?”

“Yes,” she moaned grinding against him.

“Then take it.”

She looked at him, he could see the vulnerability in her eyes, the need for release. She shocked him by sliding her hand between them, grabbing his cock and pumping it in her hands a couple times before placing it at her entrance. Her skin felt like velvet as she placed him inside of her. With just his head widening her entrance, she stroked him until he was leaking pre-cum to lubricate his way in her untried depths.

“You sure, Deidre?” He had to know this was what she truly wanted and not because it was what he needed.

“Yes, Dominic. I need you to fill me. I need you to make me whole again. I just…need you.” She moaned the last part as he slowly worked his way inside her tight channel.

Unsurprised and overjoyed to find her hymen intact, he slowly thrust in and out of her tightness. Not breaching her innocence just yet, he wanted her used to his size first.

“Hang on to me,” he told her as he whipped his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. “So tight, Princess.”

Running her hands up and down his chest, scoring him with her nails along the way, his cock jumped when one scratched over his nipple, and she gave him a knowing smile. “You’re not ready for that, Princess,” he warned.

Bending forward, she rained kisses along his jaw; light nips with her teeth along the way. “Princess,” he growled again.

*****

Every time he
growled, her pussy contracted around his large length. She hadn’t seen the size of him but by the feel, he was huge. She was gonna be walking funny later, but it would be so worth it. If only the man would take her already.

She was impatient and needy for him to fill her completely. “I need you, Dom,” she breathed huskily in his ear hoping to get him moving inside her.

“You fucking got me, Princess,” he howled, smashing his mouth on hers just as he slammed his cock through her virginity, burying himself inside her to the hilt. Her pain was white hot and nearly unbearable as they kissed softly, and he slowly rotated his hips against her.

When the pain finally began to subside, a sweet ache rested in her womb. A need to feel him move, to give her a pleasure like only he could, a pleasure so intense she knew she’d never be the same.

He slowly began thrusting inside her again, then a sweet slide out, a long slide in. She could feel every ridge and pulse in his cock, “You’re so big, Dom.”

Chuckling, he told her, “Nah, Princess, your pussy’s tight as a fucking glove. I can feel every ripple, every time you catch your breath. I can feel every-fucking-thing you do in this perfect made-for-my-cock pussy of yours.”

She melted in his arms, feeling something intense pulling at every sensual line in her body. His cock would bump a secret spot inside her with every thrust in and her breath would catch, her channel would tighten, and she was ready to explode into a mind-numbing carnality she’d never felt before.

When Dom began to quicken his thrusts, she knew he was close, too. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled hard, feeling his cock pulse and grow larger. She knew he liked it. Skimming her teeth along his neck, she bit his pulse point hard enough to leave a small red mark.

As he wound his hand in her hair, tugging hard enough to sting, she latched onto his nipple so when he pulled so did she. “Fuck!” he shouted as she felt him begin to come inside her, triggering her own climax.

A silent scream left her body as her muscles tightened in bliss. Her pussy seemed to clamp down on his dick so hard he could no longer move, sucking every drop of gratification she could from them both.

“God damn. Fuck. Princess,” he growled claiming her mouth in a kiss so intense she nearly blacked out from pleasure.

*****

Perfection. He’d found
it in this tiny spitfire of an Irish woman, and he couldn’t be happier. The way she gave herself so freely to him was astonishing. She held nothing back and took her cues from him on what he liked. Wanting to give him as much as she got.

“C’mon, Princess, let’s go clean up,” he mumbled in her ear.

“Mmhmm.”

“Sex coma?” He laughed.

“Mmhmm.”

Still buried inside her, he carefully carried her upstairs to his bathroom wanting to get her cleaned up before Jax awoke from his nap. He was still amazed they’d done that in the kitchen. But fuck, the way she wanted to take care of them had set him off, and he’d felt this driving need to claim her as his.

Setting her down, they both groaned as his still hard cock slipped free of her tight body. He made sure she was steady on her feet before turning on the shower. Adjusting the temperature, he stepped in pulling her along with him.

This might have been a mistake
. Her wet, naked body was the stuff dreams were made of. Curves in all the right places—everywhere he would need to hold onto in order to drive into her silky heat the way his body craved. Tracing a red fingerprint he’d left on her hip from his tight grip, he watched her face for any distress over his treatment, but she smiled. A smile so full of serenity he lost his breath for a quick minute.

“How you feeling’?”

“Wonderful,” she sighed happily.

Quickly washing himself, he squeezed a little of his body wash into the palm of his hand lathering it up, secretly thrilled at the idea of her smelling like him. He began caressing her slowly making sure to get every nook and cranny.

Bubbles leisurely washed down her body making his dick stand at attention again. Once she saw the state he was in, she began to giggle in such a girly way he was reminded of her age briefly. He often forgot just how young she was because of her maturity level. Life’s experience had given her that.

He had a good sixteen years on her. Nearly her entire lifetime. She must have seen his frown because the next thing he knew she was tracing his furrowed brows telling him, “You keep frowning like that and you’ll be old before your time, Dominic.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Guess you’ll just have to stick around a while to keep me smiling,” he teased her.

“Is that what you want? For me to stick around?”

Her question was loaded with meaning. Choosing his words carefully, he responded, “I want you here every day, Princess. For always. I want you by my side. I want you swollen with as many children as I can put in you. Most importantly, I want us to be us without the hassle.”

“Hassle?”

“Damn near everyone I know goes through the song and dance of playing catch and release. Him chasing her. Her rejecting him. And Princess? I don’t want that. The only thing I want in this life is you with me every day till I die.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Princess.”

As he leaned down to kiss her, he heard the telltale squeak of his bathroom door just before a head popped in asking, “What ‘bout me?”

Deedee squealed in shock at being caught in the shower by his son, while he guarded her nude body from his inquisitive gaze. “Yeah, kid. You, too.”

*****

Dee was still
laughing while drying off as Dom hustled Jax out of his room and downstairs for a snack. He’d surprised them both. Thankfully, it was before they’d been doing something he shouldn’t have seen.

Dom’s words played on repeat in her mind. He was adamant that he wanted her in both of their lives. She wanted to be but didn’t know how he could be so sure so soon. She was confused over her feelings. She wanted them to be real, but how much was her love for him left over from a child’s crush. She was really going to have to examine how she felt about him now versus the past, not wanting to confuse the two. But everything she was feeling for him in the present screamed he was the real deal. They were perfect together now and forever.

Quickly getting dressed in jean shorts and a flannel shirt, she slipped into her chucks and went in search of her men.

Her men.
She liked the sound of that.

Hearing their voices and dishes clattering from the kitchen, she walked in just as Jax asked Dom, “Will pincess be my mommy now?”

She stopped breathing waiting on Dom’s answer. Was she ready for that? She was so young. Could she handle the responsibility of taking care of such a tiny person for life at this age? As she watched Jax practically vibrate in excitement waiting for his dad’s response, she realized the answer was simple.

Yes.
Yes to everything.

Dom still had his back to them, so he didn’t see her when he said to Jax, “I wouldn’t mind, son. But that’s something you’re going to have to ask her about.”

“But if she’d gonna be yours, doesn’t dat mean she’s mine, too?” His voice sounded so confused.

Dom finally turned around, freezing when he saw her. She smiled and shook her head, not wanting to interrupt their very important talk.

He continued on as if she weren’t there. “I suppose she could. But she hasn’t said yes to being mine yet either.” His eyes never left hers when he spoke.

“Oh,” Jax mumbled sadly. “But she loves me. She told me so. So that means she’s mine, right?”

She nodded her head to Dom. “Yeah, Jax, she is. And one day soon she’s gonna be mine, too.” The heat in his gaze left her breathless.

Eight

It’d been over
a week since Dom had brought Deedee back to Maryland, and they still had no word on what her father was up to or why. The silence was beginning to piss him off. That no one had any information on the man’s plans was infuriating. Whatever it was, he was betting it was highly illegal.

Waiting for an attack he wasn’t sure was coming was frustrating. And not knowing from who, even more so. He wanted to bring the fight to Bradshaw but without a location, he couldn’t execute it. They also hadn’t heard anything else from Brooke and that worried him just as much. She wasn’t one to take things lying down. The vindictive, controlling bitch would strike like a viper the moment she saw her chance. He was afraid Jax would get caught in the crossfire of that battle.

Dee had been extra vigilant of where his son was at all times since then. If he wasn’t with them then he was with Case, and she was still anxious until he was in her sights again. Dom couldn’t be more proud of her. Of the way she welcomed his son with open arms and loved him in a way only a mother could.