The Heir's Retribution

CHAPTER 35

WARNING!
Mature Content.

Chapter 35: NAE SARANG

Kakatapos ko lang maligo nang mapansin kong may tatlong missed calls mula kay Dominic. I opened his messages as I dried my hair and prepared for bed.

Dominic:
Why aren't you answering?

I asked Emerson where you were. He said you just stayed in the penthouse.

What are you doing?

Call me when you're done.

A smirk formed on my lips as an idea popped into my head. I stood in front of the mirror and tossed the towel I was using to dry my hair onto the sink. I was wearing a red satin nightgown that clung to my curves, its silky fabric barely reaching mid-thigh. The deep V-neckline exposed my cleavage and allowed one of the thin straps to fall off my shoulder.

I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to style it, then opened my phone's camera. Tilting my head slightly, I struck a pose in front of the mirror, making sure to capture just the right angle.

After scrolling through the shots, I selected the sexiest one I could find and sent it to him.

Mia:
Hey, just got out of the shower. 

Dominic:
Damn. 

Mia:
You like? 

Dominic:
Like? Sugar, I don't think I even remember my name. 

If I were there, I would have joined you in that shower.

Mia:
Oh really? What would you do if you were here? 

I bit my lower lip as I waited for his reply. 

Dominic: 

Sugar, you have no idea. 

I'd press you against the cool tiles, my hands roaming every inch of your wet skin. I'd trail my lips down your neck, tasting the droplets of water as they slide down your body. I would grab your juicy ass and press my cock against your warm pussy where it belongs.

I took a slow, shallow breath, my chest rising and falling as heat pooled in my core. A delicious shiver ran down my spine. My flushed skin hummed with anticipation, every nerve ending awake and waiting.

Mia: 

How about my nipples? Will you suck them? They'd feel so neglected, all hard and aching for your mouth.

Dominic: 

I wouldn't just suck them—I'd devour them. I'd roll them between my fingers, tease them with my tongue, suck and bite until they were so sensitive that even the slightest brush of air would make you gasp. I'd leave marks that would take days to fade. You'd feel me long after I was done, and trust me, Sugar—neglected would be the last thing they'd ever be.

His message came with an attachment. My breath hitched as I opened it—a photo of his lower body. The thick outline of his massive manhood strained against the dark grey fabric of his dress pants, the material doing nothing to hide how hard he was.

Fuck. That's so hot. He's so hot. 

A shiver ran down my spine as I squirmed where I stood, my thighs clenching involuntarily. My lips parted, and my tongue darted out to wet them, my mind racing with sinful thoughts of him. I wanted to feel his length against my tongue, to taste his hot cum.

My body ached with need, desperate for his touch, his mouth, his hands—I craved every part of him. 

I had to grip the edge of the sink for support, my knees feeling weak, my breath coming in shallow, uneven pants.