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Chapter One
DominicĀ Ā Ā Ā
Iām that guy.
Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. Itās demure meets damaged, pampered meets punctured.
So, yeah, itās obvious Iām that guy. Dominic Hughes. Her attempt at rebellion. Her bid to see what the other side of the tracks feels like. Iām okay with being used, because from where Iām sitting, the other side of the tracks has never looked so good.
She lifts her head, her baby blue eyes finding the darker blues of my own. āWhat time is it, Dom?ā
āNot sure. Around five, probably.ā
āI should get up and get ready to go.ā
āYeah, you better. Youād hate to be late. Daddy wouldnāt like that,ā I tease.
āItās not just my dad,ā she moans, smacking my stomach as she rises. āItās Fordās dinner party.ā
I start to give her shit, but the sight of her body dissolves the words before they can leave my mouth. She bends her five-two frame to pick up the panties I flung a few hours ago, her blonde hair hitting the curve of her hip.
She moves with ease, the result of finishing school and a stint in ballet that she claims to have hated. Even with her hair a mess from being wrapped around my fist and her cheeks flushed from the orgasms I expertly delivered, she still appears absolutely put together. Unaffected. Maybe even slightly aloof. That is, until she turns her head and catches me looking at her.
Just like the first time I saw her nearly a year ago, as soon as our eyes lock, everything changes. Her eyes hood, her lips parting ever-so-slightly. She bends again, slowly this time, her gaze never leaving mine.
With one arched brow, she scoops a pair of pink heels from the floor. The globes of her ass pop in the air and give me a glimpse of the sweet spot I enjoyed for the last couple of hours.
āKeep that shit up and you wonāt be going anywhere,ā I warn, not totally kidding.
āI have no idea what youāre taking about. Iām just getting dressed.ā She turns away, her bare ass facing me, giving me a front row seat as she slips the lace up her legs.
The bedsprings groan as I leap off the bed and grab her around the waist before she can react with anything but a yelp. āDom!ā she giggles, her feet coming up off the floor as I lift her up and against me. Her chest rises and falls, the air rushing in and out of her lungs as she awaits my next move.
āYou wanna fuck with me?ā I whisper in her ear. Her body melts into mine as a spray of goosebumps spatters her skin. āIām not sure how much more cock you can take today, pretty girl.ā
Letting her feet drop to the floor, I keep one arm wrapped tightly around her waist as I lean my body, nearly a foot taller, down with hers. My lips hover over the shell of her ear. The warmth of my breath against her skin causes her breathing to become even more rapid.
My free hand runs roughly down her body, starting just beneath her perky, full breasts and down the arch of her stomach to the tip of her pussy.
Her cheek is soft against my chest as she releases a loose, heavy breath.
āWhat do you want, Cam?ā
āYou.ā
The word is just one syllable, a barely audible rush of air. Yet, itās enough of a bucket of cold water, a dose of reality, to make me press a kiss to the back of her neck before stepping away.
āYou better get dressed,ā I gruff, smacking her on the ass.
She glares at me over her shoulder. āI hate when you do this.ā
āDo what?ā
Thereās no answer, but there doesnāt have to be. Her point is clear and noted. For the record, I hate when I do this too. But it has to be done.
The bed squeaks again as I climb to the center and drop onto my side, wincing from the minor shot of pain in my rib. Propping my head up with one hand, I watch her sweep around the room, readying herself to leave.
Iād have no problem watching her move around my space all night. Iād actually love it, if I didnāt have to feel the awkwardness that comes with her departure. I could just let it be, let her give me a weird look and walk out and leave it at that. Truth be told, Iāve let that happen with more girls than I care to count ⦠but not with Camilla.
Every time she leaves could be the last. And also unlike the girls before her, and most likely the girls that will come after, it would bother me to think the last time she was here ended on a sour note.
Iām a diversion in her life. I get it. So ideally sheāll look back on it someday with nothing more than a smile and wet panties.
āSo where are you going again?ā I ask in a pathetic attempt to make small talk.
āTo one of my brotherās dinner parties,ā she says, buttoning up her shirt. āFord and Ellie have some news about their baby, and theyāve invited us all over for dinner. Well, weāre actually going to the Farm because Ellie realized how much of a production it is to have a dinner party with the entire Landry brood. So she caved and let Mom get catering from Hillaryās House and weāre just doing it at the family property.ā
āSounds fun.ā
āYou lie.ā
āFine. It sounds boring as fuck,ā I grin.
āTrust me, itāll be anything but boring. When my four brothers and twin sister get together, itās always interesting.ā
āThereās nothing remotely interesting about watching a bunch of yuppies have a dinner party,ā I point out. āAnd who calls it a ādinner party,ā anyway?ā
āNormal people.ā
āWrong answer, Ms. Landry. Yuppies. Yuppies call it a ādinner party.āā
āFine,ā she sighs, twisting her hair into a knot on the top of her head. āWhat would you call it?ā
āDinner with people. A barbecue. Supper. Dessert, if youāre on the menu,ā I tease.
āYouāre impossible,ā she laughs, coming to the edge of the bed. āWhat are you doing tonight while Iām suppering with people?ā
Rolling onto my back, I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. The light from the broken window causes a spray of color to dance across her features. Lifting my hand, I brush a lock of hair off her face, letting the pad of my thumb sweep against her forehead
āIām meeting Bond at the gym in a little bit,ā I say carefully. āHeās going to work out with me for a while.ā
āFor the fight?ā
āFor the fight.ā
She sits on the edge of the mattress, but doesnāt face me. She looks towards the doorway but her stare seems to go much farther. Her head is someplace else. Probably somewhere trying to decide whether or not to resurrect the argument we have every time my fights come up in conversation.
āI donāt know why you do this, Dom,ā she says softly. āItās stupid.ā
āItās not stupid.ā I pull myself so Iām right behind her. I rest my hand on her shoulder. It covers her easily, her shoulders as narrow and delicate as the rest of her. āItās easy money. Itās a couple of fights a year that land me a few grand. Besides, I like it.ā
āHow can you like getting your head beat in for any amount of money?ā
āI donāt. Thatās why I donāt let it happen.ā
āYou say it like itās a fact,ā she says, twisting to look at me. āLike thereās a chance you wonāt get hit.ā
āOh, Iāll get hit. Iāll just hit him harder,ā I smirk.
She begins to protest, but I cover her mouth with mine. It takes a couple of seconds for her to give in and kiss me back. Her lips are soft and sweet, letting mine take the lead and guide her like one of those yoga sequences she does in the morning. When I finally pull back, I still see the fight in her eyes, but thereās a smile on her lips.
āDonāt you have somewhere to be?ā I hint.
āYes,ā she sighs, kissing me once more before standing. āI smell like you.ā
āIf Iāve done my job you do.ā
āIām going to have to go home and shower before I head to the Farm.ā
āThereās a shower down the hallway, you know. But if you go getting nakedāā
āIāll never leave,ā she finishes, giving me a little grin. āCall me later?ā
āYeah.ā
Kissing the tips of her fingers, she lays her hand towards me and blows. Itās typical Camāadorable on one hand, suggestively sexy on the other.
She doesnāt look back as she leaves. As I hear the front door shut, a certain feeling settles over me, one that tells me this wonāt be the last time I see her.
I flop back on the bed with a smile of my own.

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