Figure Eight (Celtic Knot Book 2) by Cassy Roop Read Free Book Online

smooth legs were stretched out and crossed at the ankles in a relaxed manner. My traitorous dick painfully grew in my pants and no matter how hard I willed it not to pay attention to the seductive vision of Ashley, it wouldn’t listen.
    “Why?” I barked out and she nearly slid to the floor at my sudden outburst. She pressed away from the couch and stood up tall, rolling her shoulders back to try to gain height. I knew she was doing it to try to seem in control, in charge, but her eyes told me a completely different story. They were shiny with unshed tears, and darting everywhere except for right at me.
    “I-I can’t answer that Dominic. I have my reasons. Just-just leave, okay? This-this should not be happening. You shouldn’t be here,” she said trying to sound sovereign.
    “You have your reasons? Just what the fuck reasons are there, Ashley? Huh? What is the fucking reason you want to destroy every part of me?” I yelled as I took a step toward her. Defensively, she took a step back from me until her ass once again came into contact with the couch.
    Good .
    Now she had nowhere to go.
    “I let you in to parts of me that no one has ever been. I confided in you. I trusted you. I fucking fell in love with you and for what? Tell me what, Ashley!”
    Large tears spilled over onto her cheeks as she turned her head away from me. I was in front of her in two seconds grabbing the back of her head and fisting my hands into her hair to force her into looking at me. A thermo-fucking-nuclear reaction ignited in my hand just from the one single touch of my hands on her, even if it was only her head. My breath was coming in heavy pants and I felt like I could fucking keel over right there in front of her.
    “Tell me why you thought it so fucking important, Ashley, to annihilate me? To crush not only my career, my life, but also my fucking heart as well? Dammit! You have fucking wrecked me! I don’t know how to deal with this! I don’t know how to hate you and want you at the same time!” I said as my grip in her hair tightened. My other hand squeezed the flesh on her hipbone as I kept her immobile, refusing to let her escape from me.
    “Dominic, p...please…” she stammered breathlessly as her eyes darted back and forth between mine. Her hiccupped sobs were now coming relentlessly from deep within.
    “No! You please, Ashley. You don’t get the luxury to fucking beg me for anything until I get some answers from you! FUCK!”
    Violently, I pushed myself away from her. Her scent, her nearness, made me fucking dizzy and I couldn’t think straight. My desire to have her, and my desire to get answers were colliding with each other in savage force and only one of them would come out the victor.
    “You don’t get to do this to me! You don’t get to make me love you, and then slaughter me!”
    I was on the verge of total loss of control. I couldn’t breathe. The ache in my chest hurt so fucking much, I feared my heart would detonate in a massive explosion from the pain. This right here is how my mom felt about my father. The uncontrollable consumption by someone else that took possession over you so completely, you had no authority over your own feelings and actions.
    She was sobbing uncontrollably at this point that for a brief moment, I felt sorry for her and it was that brief moment of sympathy that she made her way inside of me again and I made a huge mistake.
    I walked back over to her, grabbed her wrists and yanked her body to mine. My mouth covered hers and I forced my tongue inside of her mouth. I had lost it. I now had lost all supremacy over my thoughts and actions as the desire to dominate her compelled me. I was angry, and our teeth clashed together viciously as I lapped and sucked hard on her tongue. Her taste was like poison to me. A flavor so potent, that it absorbed into my bloodstream making me crave the taste, made me beg for more.
    She whimpered as her fingers clenched to the front of my shirt trying to