Her Possessive Don- 6

CHAPTER 6

BELLA

The penthouse filled with people after eleven even though his precious schedule said I should’ve been in bed, and he told me that as the host I’d stay on his arm until he decided otherwise. I was in another dress he’d chosen, black again, and his hand found the small of my back the way it always did, and I was still tender from the desk when the elevator opened and a voice I hadn’t heard in two years said my name.

“Bella?”

I turned and it was Marcus, older in the face, same easy smile, and my stomach dropped because the last time I saw him I still lived in a walk-up and thought love was something you could keep if you were careful. “Marcus,” I said. “What are you doing here?”

“A colleague dragged me,” he said, and he looked at Dominic’s hand on me and then back at my face. “You look different. Good different. I’ve been trying to find you since your old number died.”

Dominic’s fingers pressed once against my spine. I kept my voice light because the room was full. “I moved.”

“I can see that,” Marcus said. “Can we talk? Five minutes. I just want to know you’re okay.”

Dominic leaned in so only I could hear him. “Five minutes, Bella. Then you find me.”

He let go and I hated how cold my back felt without him, and Marcus steered me toward the window where the city was all lights and I said, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I didn’t know it was his place until I was in the elevator,” Marcus said. “Are you with him? Really with him? Because the Bella I knew would’ve called if she was safe.”

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s done. I’m here.”

“That’s not done,” he said. “That’s a crime. Let me help you. We can walk out. My car’s downstairs.”

“You can’t help me,” I said. “And you shouldn’t say that in this room.”

“I cared about you,” Marcus said. “I still do. You disappeared and I thought the worst and now I find you in a dress that costs more than my rent standing next to a man who looks at you like property.”

“He does look at me like that,” I said. “I know what it is.”

“Then leave with me.”

Dominic’s voice cut in from behind me, calm, close. “She’s not leaving with you.”

Marcus straightened. “I was talking to her.”

Dominic said. “Bella. With me.”

I looked at Marcus and I looked at Dominic and I said, “It was just catching up.”

“I heard enough,” Dominic said, and his hand closed around my wrist, not hard enough to make a scene, just sure. “Excuse us.”

He walked me down the hall past guests who didn’t need to know and into the guest bathroom and he locked the door and the music became a muffled throb and I said, “Dominic, he’s an old friend. We were talking.”

“You were talking about walking out,” he said. “You were talking about his car downstairs. Turn around. Hands on the counter.”

“There’s a party outside this door.”

“Then you’ll be quiet,” he said. “Dress up. Now.”

I turned because the lock had already decided this, and he shoved the dress to my waist and dragged my underwear down and I heard his zipper and I whispered, “If I make a sound they’ll know.”

“Then don’t make a sound,” he said, and he pushed into me in one slow deep thrust that stole the air from my lungs. I bit my lip and my hands slipped on the marble and he filled me to the root and held there. “Say his name.”

“Marcus,” I breathed.

“Again.”

“Marcus.”

He pulled back and sank in just as slow, just as deep, and my mouth opened against the mirror. “You won’t remember it when I’m done,” he said. “ You’ll take it and you’ll look at yourself while I fuck the other man out of you.”

“I wasn’t going with him.”

“You let him talk about saving you,” Dominic said, and he started a rhythm that was almost gentle and somehow worse, every stroke dragging along the sore place he’d used on the desk. “No one saves you. I paid. I keep. Say my name.”

“Dominic.”

“Louder isn’t an option,” he said. “Say it into the glass.”

“Dominic,” I whispered, and he bottomed out and I shuddered. He reached around and found my clit and rubbed in slow circles timed to his hips and I was already wet from the day, from the fear of being seen, from him.

“You’re dripping,” he said at my ear. “You stood there catching up and your cunt was still full of me from lunch. Did he know that? Did you tell your ex you spend your days getting fucked on a schedule?”

“No.”

He kept the pace deep and unhurried and the wet sound of it was obscene in the small room and I watched my own face go slack in the mirror. “Who’s in you?” he asked.

“You.”

“Name.”

“Dominic. It’s Dominic.”

“And the man in the other room?”

I tried to say Marcus and the word caught because he drove in and held and ground against that spot until my knees bent. “I can’t think.”

“That’s the point,” he said. “You don’t think about old numbers and cars downstairs. You think about my cock stretching you open while fifty people drink my champagne. Quiet, Bella. If you moan I’ll cover your mouth and I won’t be kind about it.”

A moan still slipped out and his hand clamped over my lips and he fucked me deeper, and I could feel myself getting sloppy, cream gathering and sliding down my thighs. He took his hand away long enough to say, “You’re going to cum on me in this bathroom and you’re going to do it without a sound.”

I shook my head against his palm and he rubbed my clit faster and the orgasm gathered low and mean and I came with my scream trapped in his hand, pulsing around him, squirting in a hot little rush that hit the cabinet and my own legs. He groaned into my hair and didn’t stop.

“Again,” he said. “You’ve got another one. I can feel it. Forget him. Cum for me.”

“Dominic,” I mouthed against his skin. “I can’t. It’s too much. They’ll hear.”

“They’ll hear music,” he said. “They won’t hear how wet you are. Say who you belong to.”

“You. Dominic. I belong to you.”

He hooked my hips back and slammed in as deep as the quiet would allow and I came again, shaking, tears at the corners of my eyes, and this time I did squirt harder, a helpless splash against the marble, and my mind went white and empty. He kept whispering my name and his name and nothing else.

“What was his name?” Dominic asked.

I opened my mouth and for a second there was only the throb of him inside me. “I don’t know. I can’t. Dominic. Please. Just you.”

“Good,” he said, and his control finally frayed. He buried himself and came in heavy pulses, filling me so full I felt it leak around his cock while I was still twitching, and he held me there bent over the sink with his mouth on my shoulder.

He pulled out slow and tucked himself away and used a towel on my thighs like this was tidy, like he hadn’t just fucked me quiet and deep until the other man’s name wouldn’t sit on my tongue. He fixed my dress and turned me to the mirror and wiped the smear from under my eye.

“You’re going back out there,” he said. “You’ll stand with me. If he approaches you again you’ll look at me first.”

“What do I say if he asks if I’m okay?”

“You say you’re fine,” Dominic said. “And it’ll be true enough, because you just came twice in my bathroom and you can’t remember the name you were catching up with.”

He unlocked the door. The music rushed back in. His hand returned to the small of my back like it had never left, and we walked into the party with his cum still sliding between my legs and the other man’s name gone somewhere I couldn’t reach even if I wanted it.