She threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. He didn’t stop sucking her, and that only made her orgasm seem to go on longer. It felt like an eternity that the pleasure consumed her, and only when she sagged against the counter did he let go of her clit. But he wasn’t done yet, not if the feel of him licking a path down her slit and pushing his tongue into her pussy was anything to go by.

  In and out he probed her body with his tongue while he moved his thumb back to her clit and rubbed small, quick circles around the bundle of nerves. She could feel another intense orgasm approach and felt her whole body tighten in response.

  “Come again, baby. I want to taste you, Chloe. I want your cream down my throat.”

  She was shocked at what he said, but those few words sent pleasure through her like a freight train. The intensity of what was happening had her whole body shaking, and she closed her eyes as she let it wash through her. Once she came down from her high, she felt him give her one last lingering kiss to her inner thigh before he stood.

  Dominic stepped between her legs and ran his hands over her thighs, over her belly, which was hollowed out from her breathing, and up her arms. He slipped his fingers under the straps of her tank top and slowly pulled them down her arms. She hadn’t worn a bra, and when the material slid over her breasts, they popped free and swayed slightly.

  “Oh God, Chloe.” His voice was guttural, hoarse.

  She gasped when she felt the hard, hot length of his erection press against her cleft. Chloe stared wide-eyed at Dominic. They didn’t speak or move for the longest time. Would he stop this?

  “Dominic.” She whispered his name.

  He blinked several times as if to clear his mind and then stepped back. Defeat claimed her, and she sagged. She instantly felt embarrassment.

  “Not here, Chloe.” His words had her lifting her head and staring at him.

  He helped her off the counter and pulled his pants up haphazardly before adjusting her skirt and fixing her top. His arms around her were secure. Despite this small reprieve, the fire that coursed through her body didn’t relent.

  “Let’s go to my bedroom,” she murmured against his chest. He pulled back and stared into her eyes before he nodded and led the way. As they took the stairs and went down the hallway, Chloe feared he could hear her heart beating. Hell, she could hear it all the way in her ears, could even feel it pounding in her throat.

  Dominic stopped in front of her closed door but didn’t make any movement to open it.

  She gripped his hand and led him inside. The room was dark, and the light from the moon illuminated her dresser and bed. It gave everything a sexual, almost hazy feel. When he stepped inside, she shut the door. Then they both stood there in silence.

  His back was to her, and she could see how tense he was. She tentatively ran her finger down his spine. The material of his shirt molded into the long indent, and she could see his muscles flex, as if her touch was electric. He turned when she let her fingers stop at the small of his back. Shadows covered his features, but she could still see the expression on his face.

  Uncertainty and desire fought for supremacy.

  Arousal still coursed through her. “I care about you so much, Dominic.” I love you.

  Goosebumps popped up along her flesh, and she felt her nipples tighten. She took her shirt off, slowly, letting the material slide along her sensitive flesh. Dominic did the same with his shirt. The hard, wide expanse of his defined chest took up her entire view.

  “Come here, Chloe,” he whispered gruffly.

  She walked up to him, and she immediately rested her head against his chest, hearing the strong, steady beat of his heart right beneath her ear. He slowly moved his hands down her arms and gripped her skirt, pulling the material down. There she stood, ready for him to take her.

  He didn’t make her wait to finish getting undressed, and when he, too, was naked, she couldn’t help but press herself against him once more. His erection pushed against her belly, and she felt wetness slide over her skin from his cockhead.

  Dominic dipped his head to capture her mouth. He kissed her and slipped his hands down to cup her ass. Then he squeezed the mounds and pulled her more forcibly toward him. They moved as one toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. She felt the mattress hit the back of her legs and let gravity and his body take her down. She thrusts her breasts forward, and Dominic broke the kiss to move down to latch his mouth on to one turgid peak. Chloe gasped as pleasure moved through her.

  “Oh God, Dominic. Yes.” His mouth on her nipple, sucking, drawing the blood to the surface, drove her crazy. His teeth tugged at the engorged flesh until it bordered on painful. Chloe speared her hands through his hair and pulled him closer.

  He alternated between her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth and then going to the other.

  Finally breaking away from her, he sat between her legs. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, so close to her pussy that she could feel the tips of his thumbs tease her lips. She thought he’d kiss her between the legs, but he just stared at her, as if he couldn’t help himself.

  “I know I shouldn’t be doing this, Chloe, but I can’t help it. I can’t make myself stop. God help me, I can’t stop.” He said that last part as if pained. He looked at her pussy once more before rising and leaning in, covering her body with his. Dominic sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and she felt his cock nudge her opening, the thick head of his dick pressing against her pussy.

  He gently started to push into her body, breaking through her hymen, taking her virginity. Her pussy greedily sucked at the bulbous head, trying to draw it in deeper. He was so big, so thick, Chloe could feel him stretching her, filling her. The pain was there, but the agonizing pleasure far outweighed it.

  “Fuck, Chloe. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so tight.”

  Dominic’s coarse language inflamed her, and she lifted her hips to take more of him. The movement caused him to slide further into her, the wetness that coated her pussy making the movements easy.

  “God, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’m fine. Just do it. Please.”

  He groaned once before he gripped her hips tightly and thrust into her. The burning pain she felt when he was fully in had a gasp leaving her and a tear slipping out of the corner of her eye.

  “Christ,” he gritted out once he was buried to the hilt in her body.

  Chloe squeezed her eyes shut, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. With every spasm her inner muscles made, Dominic moaned in response.

  “God, baby. You’re so fucking tight, so hot and wet for me.” She panted, trying to get past her discomfort. Dominic was big, thick, and long. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded because she couldn’t find her voice. Chloe wrapped her arms around him, urging him without words to keep going. He started to move, pulling his hips back and then pushing them forward. Every time he thrust back into her, she could feel her pussy stretch. It was like nothing she’d ever imagined before. Faster he went, never relenting.

  And she didn’t want him to.

  And then she felt another orgasm rise in her, and she breathed hard against his neck, begging him for it harder, faster … rougher. Before she came, Dominic pulled his cock from her pussy, and she made a sound of disappointment. He flipped her over so she was now on her belly, and lifted her ass. Chest on the bed, ass in the air, she could feel his warm, humid breath on her lower back.

  He moved his leg between hers and forced them apart. The muscles of her inner thighs stretched and strained, but when she felt his cock nudge at the opening of her pussy, the pain receded.

  “I’m not hurting you, am I, baby?”

  It was uncomfortable, but it felt too good to tell him to stop. “I’m fine.” The words were but a shaky whisper from her mouth.

  As if that was all he needed to hear, he slammed into her in one quick thrust, and they both moaned. He started off slowly, but didn’t let her body adjust to his girth. He pounded into her like a madman, holding her hips so tight she knew there would be bruises in the morning. The sound of wet sex, of her pussy sucking at his cock, drove her to the brink of madness, and she climaxed … hard.

  The pleasure was intense, consuming, mind-numbing.

  Their flesh slapped together and filled her ears. When she heard him groan out, deep and long, she knew he was about to come. He covered her back with his chest and reached in front of her to rub her clit with swift flicks.

  “One more time, baby. Come for me once more.”

  That was all it took, as he used his skilled fingers and his gruff, erotic words to send her over the edge once more.

  Chloe couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think as agony and ecstasy became one. He tensed behind her and let out a long, loud grunt before she swore she felt his cock jerk inside of her … as he filled her up with his cum.

  His orgasm seemed to go on and on, but when he was finally spent, they both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

  Chloe couldn’t keep her eyes open, but she was still aware that Dominic was buried in her pussy. His cock gave small jerks every so often, and her inner muscles clenched around him in her post-orgasmic bliss.

  And she fell asleep that way, with Dominic inside her, his arms wrapped around her, and the feeling that she was in way over her head consuming her.

  Chapter Nine

  Chloe woke to the sound of cupboards banging shut. She meant to get up, to see why those cupboards were being slammed, but even the slightest movement caused her body to protest. She couldn’t help but smile, immediately remembering why she was so sore. Between her legs felt sticky, another reminder that made her body tingle. And then she heard a door slam shut, the sound of Dominic leaving having her pull the blankets over her head.

  When Chloe woke again, she was staring at the clock. Blinking several times, she lifted onto her elbows and pushed the hair from her face. She couldn’t be reading that right. It couldn’t be after one in the afternoon. She rolled over and looked toward the bedroom door, then glanced toward the empty spot next to her and ran her hand over it. The sheets were cold.

  When she rolled out of bed and grabbed a change of clothes, she felt the stickiness of what they’d done last night between her legs. The shower called to her, and she made her way inside. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was knotted on one side, the “just fucked” look instantly coming to mind.

  As she waited for the water to warm, she couldn’t help but glance down her body. She ached between her thighs, and she could see a small smear of dried blood mixed with Dominic’s cum on her inner thigh. She’d finally done it, had finally lost her virginity, and to none other than Dominic.

  The reality of that thought had her legs becoming weak. She sat on the toilet and stared at the wall and really thought about what that meant. How did he feel right now? She knew he’d feel guilt over what they did, and she knew that no matter how much she wanted to tell him it had felt so right, nothing would change his outlook.

  When she stepped into the shower the water was scorching hot, but it was just the way she liked it, and would go a long way in helping ease her sore muscles. She made quick work of washing and then stepped out and dressed. After grabbing a piece of fruit, Chloe went outside and sat in one of the chairs that overlooked the lake. Dominic was still gone, but maybe that was best. Seeing him after last night would be sure to be pretty weird.

  But as hour after hour passed, she started to worry. She needed to call Dominic and see where he was, to make sure he was okay. Chloe grabbed her cell phone and dialed his number. When the voicemail picked up, she ended the call, not bothering to leave a message.

  She felt the phone start to vibrate in her hand and looked at the caller ID. It was Dominic. A wave of relief filled her. “I was wondering where you were,” she said as soon as she answered. Silence greeted her. “Hello?” The sound of riotous male laughter filled the background, mixed in with loud music. “Hello? Dominic?”

  “I’m here,” he said, but she could tell something was wrong … off.

  “Where are you?” It sounded like he was at a bar.

  “A bar,” was the only thing he slurred.

  “I was just wondering where you went off to.” Silence greeted her again. “Have you been drinking all day? It’s still kind of early for that, isn’t it?”

  He cleared his throat. “No, Chloe. I don’t think it’s a little too early to be drinking. If you didn’t need anything then I’ll see you when I get home.”

  He was angry, and that anger was directed at her. Things were definitely not right. Dominic’s attitude, the fact that he was drinking in the middle of the afternoon, had this dread filling her.

  “Okay.” She didn’t know what else to say. The phone went dead, and she looked at it, verifying that he had indeed hung up on her.

  What did I do wrong?

  This wasn’t how she saw this whole situation playing out. On one hand, she could see all the awful things that could and did happen after she had sex with him, but she’d pushed those thoughts away and focused on how right it all felt.

  But it was very clear he didn’t feel the same way, and she worried that things had just been ruined between them.

  ****

  Hours had passed since she’d spoken with Dominic. She hadn’t called him back, no matter how much she wanted to, and he hadn’t called her. The sun had set hours ago, and she was tempted to just go to bed, even if she wouldn’t be able to sleep.

  But then she heard a car pull into the driveway.

  Chloe walked over to the window in the living room and pulled the curtain aside. A taxi was sitting in front of the house. Dominic climbed out, his steps uneven and off balance. He was drunk. That much was clear, and obviously the reason why he hadn’t driven himself back home.

  As the taxi left and Dominic made his way up the front steps to the house, Chloe couldn’t find the strength to greet him. She’d seen Dominic drink on more than one occasion, but never had she seen him so wasted he could barely walk straight.

  Watching from the shadows of the living room as he stumbled inside and walked toward the kitchen, she held her breath. The sound of cupboards slamming and glasses clanking together drew her closer. From the entryway to the kitchen, his back to her, she watched as he poured himself a drink.

  “Did you eat dinner?” His words were slurred. She wasn’t surprised he knew she was standing there despite her not saying anything.

  “Yeah.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper, but she knew he heard her by the way he nodded in response. He kept his back toward her, so she took a tentative step forward. What could she say? How would she say it even if she knew what to say?

  “It’s getting late, Chloe.”

  He was dismissing her.

  She wanted to argue, wanted to ask him to come with her, to touch her, kiss her … love her. All those things were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t find the strength to say them.

  Instead she whispered, “Dominic, please.”

  He turned so quickly that she stumbled back a step. Glossy, red-rimmed eyes met hers. He was drunk and smelled like a brewery, too.

  “Why won’t you talk to me?” About us, about what happened, hell, about anything.

  “Don’t you get it, Chloe?” He held the crystal cut glass in his hand so tightly his knuckles were white. “What we did was wrong on so many levels,” he all but screamed, and Chloe winced, never having seen this side of him before, this raw, painful and unhinged side.

  Chloe felt the tears start to come to the surface, start to sting. She wanted to be strong, needed to be because showing weakness wouldn’t help this situation. “You know as well as I do that what happened last night wasn’t wrong. I know I wasn’t the only one who felt the connection.” The laugh that came out of him had her skin prickling. It wasn’t one of happiness; no, it was sarcasm.

  “We fucked, Chloe. It should have never happened, but it did. Don’t be delusional to think it was anything other than that.” He said it so matter-of-factly that Chloe felt the pain radiate from her.

  “It was so much more than that, Dominic. Be a man and admit you’re just too scared to say so.” She raised her voice as loud as he did and didn’t care if the whole damn town heard them. His face became a deep shade of red, and she knew the anger that she’d seen from him was nothing compared to what was about to happen.

  The glass flew out of his hand and shattered against the wall. She watched the amber liquid slide down the immaculate wallpaper before it made a pool on the ground. The light hit the shards of glass and cast sparkling designs across the hardwood floor. It would have been beautiful if the result of its destruction hadn’t been so ugly.

  “What I did was fucked up. Fucked up, Chloe. Can’t you see that? You’re a smart girl. Use that brain of yours. What person in their right mind would fuck their niece? Blood related or not, that’s what I consider you, my fucking niece.” He was breathing heavily, his hands in fists at his sides. “There will never be anything between us, Chloe. Last night was a mistake. One big fucking mistake.”

  He didn’t say anything else, just stormed past her and out the front door, slamming it closed behind him. And then she heard his car start a second before he peeled out of the driveway and was gone.

  Chloe didn’t go after him. She could have crumbled to the ground and wept until there were no more tears inside of her, but she didn’t. Looking at the broken glass again, she grabbed the broom and dustpan and cleaned up.

  What else could she do?

  ****

  The next morning Chloe packed her bag and called a taxi. A bus was scheduled to leave in an hour, and she planned to be on it. She hadn’t seen Dominic again after the blow up in the kitchen, but that was okay. She didn’t think she could face him anyway. He’d made his point, made his feelings crystal clear.

  All she could do now was go on with her life, despite the shattered heart that lay inside her chest.