His Ruthless Redemption (Isabella and Dominic) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Dominic’s POV

Isa didn’t give me time to think.

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One second I was speaking, and the next Isabella had me by the collar, fingers twisted in my shirt, slamming me back against the door hard enough to rattle it in its frame.

The sound echoed.

So did the look in her eyes.

Anger. Heat. Possession.

“You don’t get to look at me like that,” she said, voice low and shaking with control she was barely holding onto. “Not after everything.”

My pulse kicked hard. “Isa-”

She shoved her thigh between mine, sharp and deliberate, cutting me off mid–breath. I felt it instantly. Everywhere.

Her mouth crashed into mine.

It was not a kiss.

It was an attack.

She kissed me like she was punishing me for existing, for wanting her, for ever thinking I could walk away from what we were. Her teeth scraped my lower lip, her tongue demanding, unyielding, leaving no room for hesitation or restraint.

I groaned into her mouth before I could stop myself.

She pulled back just enough to glare at me.

“Look at you,” she said, breathless. “You fall apart so easily for me.”

Damn right I did. Only for her.

My hands twitched at my sides, every instinct screaming to grab her, flip us, take control-

She caught my wrists and shoved them back against the door, pinning them there with her forearms.

Hard.

“You don’t move,” she said. “You don’t touch. You stay right there and let me remind you.”

Remind me of what?

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Her mouth dropped to my throat, biting, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave no doubt.

“Mine,” she said against my skin.

The word hit like a strike to the chest.

She kissed her way back up, slower now, deliberate, dragging it out until my breathing was wrecked and my head was spinning. She wanted me aware, wanted me aching.

Her hand slid down my chest slowly. When she felt my hardness over the fabric of my jeans, she smiled, sharp, and satisfied.

“You feel that?” she whispered. “That’s because you don’t belong anywhere else.”

My jaw clenched. “Isa, if you keep doing this-”

She bit my lip again. Harder this time.

“That’s the point.”

Her hips rolled against mine once, slow and intentional, and I sucked in a breath through my teeth, my control fracturing.

“You don’t get to leave,” she said, forehead resting against mine now, eyes burning into me. “You don’t get to pretend you’re not already ruined for anyone else.”

Her voice cracked, not with weakness, but with something raw and furious.

“I’m the one who knows you,” she went on. “The one who gets under your skin. The one you lose yourself to.”

She kissed me again, deep and consuming, and this time I kissed her back without restraint, without defense.

She broke the kiss suddenly and pressed her forehead to mine.

“Say it,” she demanded softly.

My chest heaved. “Say what?”

“That you’re mine.”

The words should have threatened me.

They didn’t.

They grounded me.

I swallowed. “I’m yours.”

Because I was. Hers to do with as she pleased.

Her eyes softened just a fraction before she kissed me again, slower this time, deeper, like she was sealing the

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When she finally pulled back, my hands were still pinned, my breath uneven, my body wound tight and burning.

She smiled.

Satisfied.

Then, she got down on her knees in front of me.

I gulped, cursing under my breath as she undid my jeans and pulled them down right along with my boxers. My erect member stood to attention, saluting her.

We were in the goddamn living room. Even though it was late at night, anyone could walk in and see us. But the thought only made me feel hornier than before.

“Holy fuck,” I cursed, my head falling back against the door as she took me into her hot, wet mouth, her lips closing around my thickness.

And then, she really went to town, licking and sucking my dick expertly into her mouth like it was her favourite flavour of candy.

I groaned and moaned, barely keeping my hips from thrusting forward and fucking her mouth like I so desperately wanted to.

And when she looked up at me with her mouth still wrapped around my dick, I felt about ready to pop. The image of her on her knees in front of me was something that I knew was going to stay in my brain forever.

“Isa, I’m all yours for however long you’ll have me,” I said to her, my hands going to her hair for something to hold, because God knew this woman had made my knees go weak tonight. “But I wanna be inside of you when I come.”

But Isa didn’t hear, only sucking harder. “Fucking hell,” I closed my eyes and threw my head back, putting all my concentration into not cumming into her mouth right then.

Then, suddenly, the pressure around my dick was gone.

I opened my eyes to see that Isa had pulled me out of her mouth.

Before I could react, she grabbed my hand and led me to the couch, pushing me onto it without a word.

I watched with hooded, lust filled eyes as she quickly pulled her clothes off of herself.

I went to grab her waist, to hold her, to touch any part of her. But she grabbed my forearms and pushed them back before straddling my hips, sitting on my lap with her knees on either side of me.

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