Submitting to my Ex Uncle-Chapter 187

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Dominic’s mouth crushed against hers, hungry, rough, and deliberate. The air between them turned molten in an instant, swallowing sound, and swallowing reason.

His kiss was a demand, and Celeste answered without hesitation, tilting her head, her lips parting, and her tongue meeting his in a collision that sent sparks straight down her spine.

Her back hit the closed door with a dull thud, his hands caging her in. The hard line of his body pressed firmly into hers.

She felt the burn of his chest against the silk of her gown, and the weight of his frame pressing her so tightly she could barely move. Celeste didn’t want to move. She wanted to be consumed, and be burned alive in the fire Dominic stoked with nothing more than his lips and his hands.

When he finally broke the kiss, his breathing was harsh, and uneven. His forehead dropped against hers, and the brush of his breath heavy on her lips.

"You don’t know what you’ve started," he whispered, his voice laced with warning, but his eyes were already betraying him. They were dark, desperate, and undone.

Celeste smiled, the slow curve of her lips deliberately teasing. "I think I do," she murmured, dragging her fingers up his chest, catching the edge of his shirt, and tugging it open until buttons strained. Her nails grazed the ridges of his muscles, claiming him as much as he claimed her.

Dominic caught her wrist mid-motion. His grip firm but not cruel. His jaw tightened as though restraint cost him everything. "Careful," he said, though the dangerous smirk at his lips betrayed how much he wanted her recklessness.

"Why?" she whispered, her eyes glinting, daring him. "Afraid I’ll ruin you before you ruin me?"

The challenge ignited something in him. Dominic chuckled low, the sound was dark enough to send a shiver racing down her body.

He seized her mouth again, kissing her until she could hardly breathe, and until she was dizzy from the force of him.

However, Celeste wasn’t helpless. Even pressed against the door, she angled her body to twist his tie around her fist, yanking him closer until he groaned into her mouth. Her control was subtle, deliberate, and taunting.

They tore apart only when oxygen became an absolute necessity. Dominic’s gaze flicked over her face, down to the gown slipping dangerously low on her shoulders.

He caught the hem of his jacket that had slid to the floor, tossed it aside without thought, and dropped his mouth to her throat. His lips burned a trail from her jaw to her collarbone, down, and down, to the dip of her cleavage.

Celeste gasped, arching back, and offering more of herself to him while still clutching at his tie like a leash.

His teeth scraped her skin. The bite made her moan his name.

"Dominic..." It slipped from her lips without permission, breathless, and needy.

He paused at her chest, his tongue flicking against her skin, and lifted his head slowly. Their eyes met, and in that look, the game shifted.

Dominic stepped back.

Celeste frowned, her lips parted in surprise, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He was watching her again, the way he was in the elevator. Intense. Silent. Like a predator circling his prey that had willingly walked into the trap.

His silence was worse than his touch. It unraveled her. She shifted her weight, her gown whispering against her thighs. "Say something," she demanded, though her voice carried the slightest tremor.

Dominic’s lips curled. "You brought me here. Into this world you built. And now you want me to talk?" His voice was velvet, smooth but dangerous. "No, Celeste. Now, I want to listen. To every sound you make. I want to listen to every breath. Every plea."

Her breath caught, though she masked it with a smile. She turned, deliberately swaying her hips as she walked deeper into the room. The purple glow painted her skin, her gown trailing like blood in the shadows. She was temptation incarnate, and Dominic followed, silent but heavy in his stride, every step laced with intent.

At the bed, Celeste turned to face him. Her eyes flicked to the wall of straps, to the feathers, to the scattered toys of seduction she had laid out.

Dominic’s gaze swept the room again, lingering on the leather, on the gleam of polished steel, on the canopy spilling darkness across the sheets. His eyes narrowed with something close to reverence.

He took another step closer, until he was right before her, his hand lifting to trail one finger down her bare arm.

Her lips parted. His hand slid lower, catching her wrist. He brought it up slowly, deliberately, and pressed his lips against her inner wrist. His kiss lingered, hot and reverent, before his teeth grazed lightly at the delicate skin.

"Let me," he whispered against her skin, after dropping a light kiss on her ring finger.

For a moment, she hesitated. Celeste had built this room, this surprise, and this stage. She had brought him into her world on her terms. And yet, staring into his eyes, she found herself unraveling, piece by piece. Slowly, she let him guide her wrist upward.

Dominic reached for the silk ribbon resting on the bed. He tied her wrist gently, the knot delicate, and almost ceremonial. Then he kissed the tied wrist again, slower this time, his eyes locked with hers.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. She swallowed, the sharp edges of her composure faltering.

"Dominic..." Her voice was unsteady.

He smirked faintly, knowing he had her. His lips trailed from her wrist, down her arm, over her shoulder, until he was back at her mouth. The kiss that followed was different.

Celeste melted, her body sagging into him, her hand curling into his shirt. And yet, even as she surrendered, her lips tugged into a faint smile against his. "Don’t think this means I’m letting you win," she whispered when they broke apart.

Dominic laughed, low and deep, brushing his nose against hers. "I don’t need to win," he said. "I only need to ruin you."

Her knees weakened at the words, and she hated that he could do this to her.

But then she smiled, her eyes glinting. "Then ruin me, Dominic."

The challenge lit him up from within. His hands slid to her waist, lifting her effortlessly, and placing her properly onto the bed. He leaned over her, his lips trailing fire down her throat, his hands spreading her gown apart until the silk spilled.

Celeste arched beneath him, her breath quickened, as her hands reached for him. He caught them, and pinned them above her head against the silk sheets.

The ribbon still bound one wrist.

Dominic leaned down, his lips brushing hers..

Celeste’s eyes widened, her breath caught, and then he kissed her again. This time, he didn’t hold back.