His Dirty Talks

❤️ His Dirty Talks ❤️

When Talia stepped out of the car and the doors leading into the mansion opened for her, she nearly fell down to her feet. She couldn't believe her eyes.

There were guards in sharp black uniforms standing at attention. Servants moved briskly across the polished floor, sweeping and taking orders and some of them carrying trays all stood still as she walked past them. She blinked, her head tilting in disbelief.

Where had they all come from?

This morning, the place had been silent and not a soul in sight, not one. It was only Dominic that was in the bed and house when she left.

Or had she imagined that?

“Are you sure this is the same house I entered last night?” she whispered to herself.

Dominic walked ahead of her without a single pause, not even glancing at his workers. It was like they didn’t exist to him.

One of the guards gave her a respectful nod as she passed. Another, a woman with a low bun and ivory skin, gave a curious glance at her shoes, then at her neck, where a faint bruise was hiding beneath her curls.

It was a mark from last night which made Talia flushed which made her realize that the woman was staring at it. She had thought no one would pay attention to it when she saw it on one of those restaurant's mirror glass windows.

Dominic’s voice interrupted her wandering thoughts. “This way, sunshine.”

She followed him without question, letting his presence pull her forward like a magnet. He didn’t say anything else, just moved through the hallways like a king returning to his throne.

When he opened the door to that room, she stopped at the door.

It still smelled like him, clean musk and full of sin.

And then she saw the bed where they had sex.

The sheets were changed but her body remembered everything that happened last night. Her moan that she couldn't stop or couldn't believe she was making.

She stepped inside slowly, eyes fixed on the bed as if it might replay the memory of what it had witnessed to her.

Dominic closed the door behind them. The sound of it clicking shut made her heart skip.

“You’re quiet,” he said, his voice deeper now and even more lower.

Talia turned slightly, unsure of what to say. “I don't know what to say, it's just different."

He came up behind her but he wasn't too close to her, just enough to make sure she could feel his heat. To make her skin ache with the space between them.

“Different?” he asked.

She nodded. “There was no one here last night or this morning when I left. No guards or your servants. It was like…"

“Like the house belonged only to us as there was no one else except us,” he finished for her, his breath brushing her ear.

Talia turned her head slowly, eyes meeting his. “Yes."

His hand came up, one hand, light and slow and brushed a curl off her cheek.

“You’re blushing, sunshine." he murmured.

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are,” he insisted, tilting his head as if enjoying the sight. “Let me guess what is making you blush, it's the bed isn't it?”

Her face burned more as she turned away, her back to him now.

Dominic didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his chest now just inches from her back.

“Do you know what I thought about all day, sunshine?” he asked, his lips barely moving.

She swallowed and shook her head. “No.”

“You,” he said. “On that bed with your thighs shaking and your lips parted. Your moans echoing off these walls. You don’t even know how loud you were last night, do you?”

Talia’s legs almost gave out and she almost fell down to the ground because she realized she liked this.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, catching her.

“I should make you hear yourself,” he continued, his voice like velvet laced with hot addicting sin. “Make you moan again. Louder this time. Until everyone in this house knows what you sound like when I have you and who you belong to.”

Her breath hitched. “Dominic…”

He nuzzled her neck, letting his lips brush the delicate skin behind her ear.

“Tell me, sunshine. Should I take you now?” he asked. “Push you onto that bed and remind you who you belong to?”

Her back pressed against his chest now, her entire body melting into him.

“I... I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

“Yes, you do,” he growled.

One hand slid down her stomach, slow and teasing and then he grabbed one of her breasts which made her body scream and she arched into him, letting her head fall back on his shoulder.

“You want it,” he murmured, his mouth brushing her jaw. “Say it.”

Talia’s lips parted. Her heart pounded so loud she could barely hear herself think.

He didn't want to rush her to quickly say 'yes', he was waiting and he was enjoying it like a hunter waiting to kill his prey.

And when she didn’t speak, he chuckled darkly and whispered against her skin,

“Then I’ll just have to make you beg for it.”

The words sent a hot shiver down her spine. She leaned fully into him now, her body answering before her mouth could.

Dominic turned her slowly to face him, his hand curling around her chin to tilt it up.

“Look at the bed, sunshine,” he commanded.

He didn't have to say it two times because she immediately obeyed him.

“Do you remember how it felt when I entered your hot wet pu$sy?” he asked.

Talia nodded her head, unable to speak.

“Good,” he said. “Because the next time I fu¢k you on that bed…”

He leaned down, his lips brushing hers in the softest, most dangerous kiss.

“I won’t let you sleep afterward.”

Talia trembled that she couldn't hide it which made Dominic smirk.

“Rest, sunshine. Food and fresh clothes will be brought up shortly. And this time, after you eat, don’t even think about running away again.”