Page 27 of Dark Side of the Cloth (The Righteous 1)
“You don’t need to come with me. I can take care of this myself.” She tried to pull away from his touch.
Dean gripped her elbow, his jaw set in a hard line and his eyes firm. Yasmine swallowed hard as she stared into his stern expression. “I’m coming with you. We need to finish our conversation.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but the words flew away as he placed a finger on her lips. That one simple act chased away all coherent thought, so she just nodded her head.
“Come on.” Still guiding her by her arm, Dean walked with her the rest of the way to her place. To anyone passing by, they would have looked like two lovers out for a stroll enjoying the bright, cool day.
Dean opened her door for her, and she quickly shrugged out of her jacket and stomped away to retrieve an ice pack. She wasn’t really mad at him. She was mad at her irrational feelings that she couldn’t seem to control.
“What are you doing?” Dean asked as she pulled open the freezer drawer.
“Getting a bag of peas. I don’t know if I have any, though.” She bent over, looking into the drawer, all too aware of his presence directly behind her. He was very close, considering the size of the spacious kitchen.
“That’s too cold. Let me help.” Dean placed his hand on her hip, and she almost fell head-first into the freezer. A gush of wetness filled her panties as she pushed the freezer closed. She couldn’t look at him. Her entire body was trembling, and her battle to keep things professional was teetering on a ledge.
Dean’s hand stayed on her hip as she practically stumbled to the sink, but he seemed oblivious to her plight. Dean reached forward and turned on the water, testing it with his hand until he was satisfied. Taking her hand once more, he held it under the lukewarm water. She sucked in a sharp breath as the water hit the bright pink burn.
The instinct to move away had her taking a step backward and right into Dean. Yasmine bit her bottom lip and let her naughty side free. She purposely bumped into his hard body again.
She didn’t mean to start rubbing her ass against him, or did she? She couldn’t tell anymore. A soft moan left his lips as her ass rubbed into him for the third time, and it was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. The deadly passion that had been brewing inside of her for over a year had her throwing all her morals and inner arguments into the wind.
She pressed back harder and was rewarded with another deep moan. She could distinctly feel his rock-hard erection through the robes and wiggled a little against it. The action was so bad, and yet she smiled as he now rubbed against her. So she leaned back into his body, savoring the muscular wall of sheer power the Father seemed to possess.
“Yasmine.” His hot breath was fanning her neck, and it was her turn to moan. The hand that had been on her hip slid up her side and cupped her breast through the cotton material of her shirt. An electrical current raced down her spine and spread throughout her body, making her gasp. Each nerve ending felt charged with energy.
“Ohhh,” Yasmine groaned as his fingers pinched her hard nipple. Suddenly his body thrust forward, and she groaned loudly as she was pressed up against the edge of the sink with Dean’s cock pressed into the crack of her ass. Her cotton pants yielded to his strength as he rubbed himself against her. Her mouth hung open as her pussy ached to have this forbidden fruit.
She looked up into the window above the sink, and Dean’s eyes in the reflection seemed to darken—a stark contrast to the bright white collar around his neck. Even from this odd angle, she could easily see the heated passion burning in their normally calm depths. She didn’t want him to change his mind and wiggled harder against him. Her needy pussy clenched tight as it demanded to be used. All she could think about was getting him out of those robes and riding his hard cock like she’d dreamed about so many times. Taking a chance, she reached back and grabbed that shaft with her hand.
“Oh fuck,” Dean growled. His body pressed into her hand. “What are you doing to me, Yasmine?”
“Do you want to stop?” she asked but gave that hard length another squeeze.
“What do you think?” He squeezed her breast, and she called out his name. “Yes, say my name!”
“Dean!”
“Louder.” He nipped her neck, and she thought she might pass out right there.
“Dean!” she called out.
Before she registered what he was doing, his hand was inside her pants. She moaned his name again as those fingers slid across the wet fabric of her lace panties. He expertly pushed the material aside and slipped one finger into her wanting pussy.
“Oh, you’re so wet.” Dean wiggled the finger back and forth, and she moaned, spreading her legs as far as she could.
Yasmine whimpered as more fingers were added. Her body taking over, she rocked back and forth, his fingers filling her. She gave a little yell of pleasure when his thumb rubbed against her clit. The extreme sensation made her body wince, but she was trapped in place, which only heightened her excitement.
“It’s too much,” she gasped.
Dean wrapped a hand around her throat and made her look at him in the window.
“You’re going to take it.” His voice was strangled and rough.
She nodded, loving this domineering side he’d been hiding from her. Moving back, he removed his hand, and she wanted to cry out for him not to leave her like this, but before she could, he pressed on her back and bent her over the granite counter, the coolness helping simmer her overly heated skin.
Dean reached around her body and undid the button of her pants, then jerked them down to her ankles. The force had her swaying on her feet a little as she struggled to stay vertical. Dean gripped her ass, giving it a hard squeeze a moment before he pulled on her lace panties. She could hear the delicate material tear. Cool air hit her ready pussy, and she wiggled her ass in his face needing to feel his touch once more.
Dean traced one finger down her slit, spreading her folds.
