I cursed under my breath, fuming and following her inside.
Inside was worse. Dawn was seated next to Niko, leaning in closely towards him. He was nervous, stealing glances at me, but my expression remained the same... murderous.
"So, tell me, Niko. How did you two meet?" She asked.
"At a club," he replied.
"A club?" Dawn asked in surprise, turning to glare at me. "Dragos was at a club?"
Niko tried to quickly salvage the situation, knowing he might have made things worse between us.
"Yes, but he wasn't with girls or anything. He was just at the bar, having a drink, and I sat with him. He ended up saving my life."
"I see"
"Twice," I added.
"Yes, twice."
A staff member brought drinks on a tray, and I quickly took one, throwing it back in two gulps.
I was simmering with anger.
"That's a nice watch you've got there," she said, taking Niko's hand in hers and pretending to be interested in it.
Niko gulped again. "Thank you. It was a gift from my mother."
She ran her fingers over his hand. "It's so beautiful"
Dawn was leaning forward slightly now, her breasts almost spilling out.
I'd had enough. Angrily, I leaped to my feet. "I need to speak to you, Missy. Now!" I snapped, storming upstairs toward our bedroom.
"One moment, please," I heard her say to Niko. "This won't take long."
Oh, but it would. She was about to learn her lesson.
Dawn shut the door behind her, folding her arms across her chest. "What now?"
I stepped closer. My anger and frustration were palpable, as well as something else. My lust for her.
Watching her flaunting herself in that skimpy outfit and defying me had stirred more than just my temper.
"What the hell are you doing?" I snapped.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"You've been ignoring me for days, then suddenly you're parading around like this, flirting with Niko right in front of me! What did I do that's so bad you need to throw this in my face?"
Her gaze dropped to my erection, and I saw the familiar flush creep over her skin, her breath catching in her throat, but then her eyes met mine again, and she frowned.
"Maybe I wouldn't have to 'parade around' if you weren't so busy feeding from others instead of me."
I flinched, but my anger spiked. "For Dragavei's sake, Dawn! We've been through this. Why do you fail to see reason? I'm trying to protect you, here!"
"I can protect myself," she scoffed, stepping forward until we were inches apart. "You're fine feeding from Lani and the blondie, but I'm the one you need to protect?"
I froze. She must've seen me with the blonde-haired maid that night.
"It's not the same!" I growled, my fists clenching at my sides. "How many times do I have to sound it out? I can control it with them. With you…"
"Oh, so that's your only excuse?" Her eyes flashed with hurt, and that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. "You think I can't handle it? Or is it that you don't want me?"
My chest tightened, torn between the anger and the raw desire that seeing her like this stirred in me.
How could she think that?
I grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. "You think I don't want you? Look at me, Dawn. Look," I growled through clenched teeth, my voice rough with frustration and desire. "I'm on the brink of losing my mind. This is what you do to me."
Her eyes dropped to the hardness pressing against her legs, and I saw the flash of desire in her gaze.
"Let me go, Dragos," she said, her voice lower now, more vulnerable.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words died on my tongue. Instead, something inside me snapped. We were done talking.
Suddenly, I grabbed her by the waist and crashed my lips to hers.
I lost every ounce of control the moment I felt her open up to me, her tongue invading my mouth as she moaned, fingers tangling in the strands of hair at the back of my head.
Abruptly, I broke the kiss and spun her around so she faced the wall. She gasped at the sudden movement but didn't resist, instead pushing her hips back, pressing her behind harder against my erection.
In one quick move, I tugged at the strings of her bikini, letting the provocative fabric slip to the floor. I slid a finger inside her, testing her wetness, and groaned in satisfaction at how slick she was.
Dawn was eager. Impatient.
"What are you waiting for?" she demanded, her voice filled with impatience, as her hands reached back for my fly, her face still pressed against the wall.
"Keep your hands on the wall," I snapped in a rough voice. She obeyed without hesitation.
I yanked down my zipper, pushing my pants low on my hips, freeing my erection from the confines of my briefs. Grabbing her soft behind, I plunged into her in a swift, hard thrust, groaning in pleasure at the feel of her wet sex swallowing my hardness.
Dawn moaned, her voice muffled as she pressed her face against the wall. I started to pound into her fast, her moans sounding in time with my thrusts.
"How dare you flirt with Niko right in front of me?" I questioned angrily. "Does he make you feel this way?" My voice was rough, demanding.
"N-no," Dawn whimpered, her words shaking from the force of my deep strokes. "No, I'm sorry."
"Are you?" The question was followed by a sharp slap to her behind.
"Yes," she mewled.
"How sorry?"
"S-so, so sorry,"
I slapped her behind again, harder this time, and she gasped.
"Do you think he could handle you like this, Dawn?" I asked roughly, lust and anger heating my blood as I continued to pound into her.
She whimpered, her breath ragged. "No… no, he c-couldn't."
"That's right," I gripped her hips tighter. "He could never make you feel this way. Only I can, right, baby girl?"
"Mmm"
"What'd I tell you about using your words?" I scolded, slamming into her again. "Say it. Tell me who makes you feel like this."
"Yes," she gasped, barely able to get the words out. "Only you."
I pulled out of her, my length slick with her juice, and leaned in close, capturing her earlobe between my teeth as I rubbed myself against her clit, teasing but not giving her what she wanted.
"Do you like being teased, darling? Do you like being pushed to your limits?" I whispered in a low, rough voice.
Dawn shook her head, pressing her dripping core against me, desperate for more. "No, just give it to me, please."
"Tell me how it feels to be tempted this way."
"Bad," she breathed, her voice shaky.
"Bad?" I repeated, pulling at the strings of her bikini top, letting it fall away.
My hands started to rub against her nipples. "You've been very bad to me, you know that, right?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"And how do you think that's made me feel?"
"Angry," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Angry, yes. That's why I'm punishing you."
My self-control hung by a thread. She was so wet, so ready, it took everything in me not to give in.
"Dragos, please…" she mewled again, her body still rubbing urgently against me, begging for release, her hands shaking against the wall.
"You think anyone else could make you beg like this?"
"No," she whimpered.
"That's right," I rasped. "No one else but me"
I spun her around and threw her over my shoulder, carrying her toward the bed, where I dumped her and joined her. No words were spoken, just the heated, blatant lust in our eyes.
Grabbing her legs, I threw them over my shoulders and sank into her again, driving into her hard and fast.
"I hated the way he looked at you. You made him want you." I gritted. "Do you want him?"
"No, I don't, I swear," she cried.
"Who do you want?"
"You," she gasped. "Only you."
"Only me. Good girl."
After a few punishing thrusts, I flipped her over, arching her hips high, and slid back inside her again.
We weren't making love, we were fucking. Like animals in heat, driven by nothing but pure, savage need.
I plunged into her again, her cries of pleasure driving me to keep going.
"You didn't speak to me for days," I said, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back. "That's very bad of you."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"Are you still thinking about him? Or is it just me now?"
"Just you"
"Touch yourself," I commanded, and Dawn's hand immediately moved between her legs, her fingers rubbing her clit as her moans grew louder.
By now, Niko and every other staff in the household had to know what was happening in the bedroom, but I didn't care.
Her skin flushed red, a clear sign she was getting close.
"Dragos," she gasped, her breath ragged. "I…"
The room was silent, except for the wet sounds of our bodies colliding, growing louder with each thrust and my growls… her moans …the creaking of the bed beneath us.
"Say my name. I want to hear it."