Grace Street (A Chapter 8 Novel, #1) by Ella Dominguez

with new found interest
as he moved about the room, touching her personal belongings and
looking over the family photos that she had scattered throughout
the room.
    She moved close to him and when she did, he
peeked over his shoulder, his eyes darkening with desire.
    “You look and smell suitable for eating” he
purred, turning to face her and pulling her close to him by her
waist. “What are you wearing underneath?” he sneaked a hand under
the fabric.
    Hell yes, she wanted to be devoured by
him. With cheeks flushed, she answered. “Nothing. I just
showered.”
    One side of his mouth lifted, his crooked,
wicked grin speaking directly to her pussy as he touched the flesh
of her labia. “I know.”
    “You’ve been watching again?” She felt her
knees weaken as his mouth descended on hers and he thrust two
digits into her.
    His tongue only probed her mouth briefly when
he answered in a whispered tone against her mouth. “Again?” he
pumped his fingers. “I’m always watching you, Elsa. I see and hear
everything - where you go; what you do; who you’re doing it
with.”
    Her tongue traced the soft fullness of his
bottom lip. With her eyes closed, she responded, “I’m not doing
anything with anyone except you.”
    When she finally pried her eyes open, his
green irises reflected glimmers of light and he nodded. “I know
that, too.” Fisting her hair at the nape of her neck, his look
suddenly turned ferocious. “Let’s keep it that way.”
    “Then don’t deny me again.”
    His response was quick and harsh. He clutched
her vagina, digging his fingers into her and making her squeal out.
“I make the fucking rules in this game and if I want to deny you,
then I’ll deny you and you’ll accept it.”
    Elsa’s eyes rounded and her bottom lip
trembled, the pain between her legs throbbing.
    “I’m breaking protocol by being here.
Interacting with you outside our designated meeting place is so far
out of my routine it’s not even funny, so don’t make me regret
coming here and don’t fucking threaten me.”
    “I wasn’t…” she whimpered, scarcely aware of
her own voice as she twisted in his arms, seeking to get free all
the while his strong hands holding her tight as his fingers
continued to explore her depths.
    The song ended and Oblivion by
Bastille came on. The mellow tune seemed to speak to Mr. Black and
the tense lines around his eyes softened.
    “When I didn’t hear back from you on Monday…”
he paused as he gazed at her speculatively. “I thought maybe you
were having second thoughts about our agreement.”
    “I was,” she answered honestly. Though he
didn’t respond, his face spoke for him. When his eyes narrowed and
his mouth parted, she cut him off before his temper flared again.
“But I signed a contract and I’m a woman of my word. I’ll accept
whatever you have planned for me, Victor.”
    His jaw tensed but his eyes became glassy.
“Don’t call me that,” he whispered hoarsely.
    “I know you didn’t come here to talk all
night, Mr. Black, ” Elsa accentuated his preferred title as
she pulled her robe open and pressed into his body.
    “No, I didn’t. I came here to…”
    She put a finger to his mouth. “Don’t tell
me. Show me.”
    Sweeping her up into his arms, his mouth
captured hers as he carried her to the bedroom as if he already
knew the way. It wasn’t lost on Elsa that he probably did know the
way. She also wondered why he hadn’t asked if she had masturbated
in their time apart. Maybe he knew that, too. It wouldn’t have
surprised her if he had already been in her apartment unbeknownst
to her. She might have cared about that little fact more if his
tongue wasn’t planted firmly in her mouth and his arms wrapped so
tightly around her body.
    Expecting the same kind of roughness from the
previous weekend, she was comforted when he gently eased her down
onto the bed. His hands roamed over her body in search of her
erogenous zones and found them quickly. He