Bound by Contract to the Alpha Chapter 15

Rebecca's POV

Dominic carried me effortlessly to a sleek black Maybach parked nearby. He placed me gently on the leather back seat and answered, "This," before capturing my lips again.

His kisses grew more urgent, his hands sliding beneath my shirt to trace patterns on my skin. My body trembled under his touch, responding with a need that frightened me with its intensity. But a flicker of rationality broke through the haze of desire.

I pushed gently against his chest. "Wait... we can't... we don't have protection. I don't want to get pregnant, and I don't want to take those pills."

Dominic's deep blue eyes flashed with a dangerous light. "You really want to stop now?"

I nodded firmly, despite my body screaming in protest. "Yes, I have to be rational about this."

Without a word, Dominic reached toward the front of the car, opening the glove compartment and retrieving a box of condoms. Brand new, still sealed.

I raised an eyebrow. "So you often bring women to your car?"

There was a hint of displeasure in my voice that surprised even me. Was I... jealous?

Dominic flashed that distinctly wolfish grin. "Don't worry, little deer. I bought these specifically a few days ago... just in case I ran into you again."

My face flushed hot. "You... planned this?"

"Not planned," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Hoped for."

Then his mouth was on mine again, and his fingers were skillfully unbuttoning my shirt. My last shred of rationality dissolved under his touch, and I found myself reaching for his custom dress shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

Dominic pulled off his shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso that would make marble statues envious. I couldn't help but run my hands over the hard planes of his chest, tracing the defined muscles with trembling fingers.

He unhooked my bra with practiced ease, his hands warm and firm as they cupped my breasts. "You're more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

The car’s interior felt like a cocoon, the air heavy with anticipation, windows fogging slightly from our shared heat. My hands shook as I reached for Dominic’s belt, the metal buckle cold against my trembling fingers. The soft clink as it came undone seemed deafening in the cramped space of the backseat, a sound that marked a point of no return.

My breath caught as I tugged the leather free, my eyes flicking to his, seeking courage. His gaze was intense, dark with want, a faint smirk curling his lips that sent a jolt through me. I fumbled with his pants’ button, my fingers clumsy with urgency, while he watched, his steady stare making my skin tingle.

We shed our clothes in a frantic rush, shirts and pants pooling awkwardly on the car floor, the leather seats creaking beneath us. My face flushed hot as I stood bare in the dim streetlight filtering through the tinted windows, feeling exposed yet alive with exhilaration.

Dominic’s eyes raked over me, raw and hungry, before he tore open the condom wrapper with a quick, practiced flick. I watched, mesmerized, as he rolled it onto his hard cock, his confident hands making my core clench with need. My heart raced, a wild mix of nerves and desire churning inside me—a longing so fierce it threatened to consume me.

Emboldened, I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, my knees pressing into the seat’s edges. His hands gripped my hips, steady and firm, anchoring me as I lowered myself. The moment our bodies connected, his cock sliding into me, a sharp gasp escaped me.

It felt like a puzzle piece snapping into place, a wholeness that made my chest tighten. The sensation was electric—his warmth, his fullness, the way my body molded to him in the tight space. I rocked against him, cautious at first, then bolder, each movement sending pleasure rippling through me, amplified by the car’s confined intimacy.

“God, you’re perfect,” Dominic growled, his voice rough, breath hot against my neck. His words set me ablaze, and I moved faster, hips grinding, chasing the mounting heat. My hands braced against his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as I surrendered to the rhythm.

Dominic’s grip tightened, guiding me as he thrust upward, the seat creaking with his urgency. His face was taut—jaw clenched, eyes hooded, sweat beading on his brow in the dim light. “You’re killing me,” he rasped, the raw edge in his voice pushing me into another climax, my body tightening around him. I felt unraveling, each sensation sharper than the last.

When Dominic’s rhythm faltered, his breath ragged, I knew he was close. His hands pulled me tighter, his cock pulsing as he hit his peak with a deep, guttural moan that echoed in the small space.

For a moment, his eyes softened, and I thought he might say something—something to cement this fleeting moment. Instead, he drew me close, my chest pressed against his, our heartbeats pounding in sync against the hum of the cooling engine. I melted into him, body spent, mind reeling.

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Afterward, I collapsed against his chest, our naked bodies still pressed together in the confined space of the backseat. The windows were completely fogged now, creating a private bubble that separated us from the world outside. My breathing gradually slowed as the waves of pleasure ebbed, leaving me in a strange, vulnerable state.

As the euphoria faded, reality began seeping back into my consciousness. The failed interview at Sterling Medical Center. Dad's worsening condition. The mounting medical bills. The fact that I'd just had sex in a car with the very man whose company had rejected me made my stomach tighten with shame.

Dominic's hand lazily traced patterns on my bare back, his chest rising and falling beneath me. I could feel his heartbeat gradually returning to normal, strong and steady against my cheek.

"You're thinking too loudly," he murmured, his lips brushing against my hair.

I remained silent, unable to articulate the conflict raging inside me. This was the second time I'd fallen into his orbit, despite all my promises to myself. What was I doing with my life? Dad needed me to be strong, focused, finding solutions—not naked in a luxury car with an arrogant wolf shifter.

My phone buzzed from somewhere in the tangle of clothes on the floor. Three frantic messages from Sofia asking where I was. I quickly texted back that I was fine, avoiding specifics about my current situation.

I felt Dominic shift beneath me, his body stirring with renewed interest. His hands, which had been gently caressing my skin, became more purposeful, sliding down to grip my hips.

"Ready for round two?" he whispered, his voice dropping to that deep register that had undone me earlier. His eyes had darkened again. "I can't get enough of you."

The heat in his gaze that had set me ablaze minutes ago now made me uncomfortable. The reality of my situation—naked in a car, my responsibilities abandoned—crashed over me like cold water.

"No," I said firmly, attempting to pull away. "I need to go."

Instead of respecting my boundary, Dominic tightened his grip, misinterpreting my resistance as playfulness. "Your body tells a different story, little doe," he growled, rolling his hips upward to prove his point.

Something in me snapped. Without thinking, I brought my hand down hard across his face, the sharp crack echoing in the car's interior.

"I said no!"

The change was instantaneous. Dominic froze, shock evident in his features before they hardened into something cold and predatory. His eyes flashed with an unnatural blue light, and a low, inhuman growl rumbled from his chest. I suddenly felt very aware of my nakedness, my vulnerability.

His hand shot up to grip my wrist painfully tight, his other hand still locked around my hip, holding me in place. "Do you have any idea what you just did?" he asked, his voice barely recognizable—deeper, rougher, almost a snarl.

I stared at him, heart pounding with fear now instead of passion. The man beneath me seemed transformed, his features sharper somehow, more dangerous.

"You're the first woman who has ever dared to strike me," he continued, his grip tightening further. "Do you have any idea what the consequences are for that?"