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But if I were to get involved in something real with Dominic Kincaid, I would spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder, wondering who might come after him, and subsequently me.
His entire life is shrouded in crime. Uncertainty. Violence.
Everything I worked so hard to escape from will be for nothing.
If I were to get involved.
Ha.
I’m more than involved—I’m invested.
He cleans his fingers with his tongue, then wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him. It feels too fucking good to be held. To be cherished. Safe. Wanted.
‘I will never ever tire of playing with your pussy,’ he murmurs in my ear.
I’ve barely recovered from the first two orgasms, yet that familiar need crackles over my skin again. ‘Are you flirting with me again, Mr Kincaid?’ I shake my head.
‘I’ve never flirted with a woman in my life.’ He smirks. ‘I’ve never had to.’
I throw my head back and laugh. ‘Because they usually take one look at you and their legs tremble?’
‘Oh, baby, if their legs were trembling, it wasn’t with fear. It was because they were cuffed to a St Andrew’s Cross, spread wide and waiting for me to pleasure them.’
Lust lances through me at the erotic picture he painted. Lust and jealousy again. I’ve read enough spicy romance books to conjure a very vivid image of him orchestrating one of my darkest fantasies. ‘And where is this St Andrew’s cross exactly?’ It’s barely more than a whisper, but he hears me loud and clear.
Maybe he really does have some sort of dark secret sex dungeon. The thought sets my core clenching.
‘If you play your cards right, I’ll show you.’ He taps his nose.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
He’s even kinkier than I thought.
His fingers trace over the tiny tattoo at the top of my thigh. ‘Nice ink.’ Again, his deep, masculine voice is filledwith approval, and I crave it like an addict craves his next hit. ‘When did you get it?’
‘When my father announced I was to be wed.’
He growls. ‘You sure you don’t want him dead?’
‘Out of my life is more than enough, thanks. He’s the only family I have.’
‘Sweetheart, in a matter of weeks you’ll have an entire family who will love you, protect you, lie for you, and die for you. When my mother finally meets you, you’ll wish you were lonely. She’s been surrounded by boys for years. She’s going to be fucking thrilled to have a daughter in the family.’
‘For a year,’ I remind him.
His jaw locks. He doesn’t speak, simply stares out to sea.
‘Can I ask a question?’ I say tentatively.
‘If it’s “will I make you come again”, the answer is hell yes.’ He drags his fingers to my pussy again.
‘Dom.’ I swat it away. ‘I’m being serious.’
‘So am I.’ He nuzzles into my neck.
‘Do you ever think about leaving The Syndicate? Doing something different?’
His head whips up. A low laugh rumbles in the back of his throat. ‘You don’t leave The Syndicate, sweetheart. Unless it’s in a box.’
