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Chapter 17
Arin
I knew he’d come.
Call it intuition or a sixth sense, but I knew. That’s why I started to make this lingerie set to my exact measurements, special just for him. I slip out of my clothes and put on the bustier and see-through mini skirt, relishing how soft the lace feels against my sensitive skin. Knowing that he’s waiting for me, eager to see me in an outfit I made for his eyes only has me unbelievably wet.
He wants to look at me, a realization that excites me to no end.
I let my hair down and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the window. It’s dark outside, but I can make out the outline of my silhouette in the glass. I’ve never felt more beautiful. The lace hugs my curves, accentuating my waist while showing off the peaks of my breasts. The sheer fabric reveals just enough of my nipples without giving everything away, and the skirt flows easily over the dip of my hips and the curve of my ass.
Taking a deep breath, I step forward. “Okay, you can turn around.”
His reaction is better than I ever could have expected. Dominic stares at me like I’m a holy experience, his pupils wide, his lips parted just so. He sucks in a sharp breath like he’s forgotten how his lungs work. I take the tent in his pants as a compliment.
I’m worried I might ruin the poor man.
Dominic moves like he’s about to stand, but I shake my head. “Stay there.
Sit on your hands.”
“Are you kidding me?” he asks, voice straining. “You know, not a lot of people can get away with telling me what to do.”
I smirk, taking a slow stride toward him. “You’d better get used to it.”
I watch him shiver, his eyes sweeping over me from head to toe. Dominic looks like he’s two seconds away from eating me alive. A huge wave of
satisfaction washes over me when, despite his perceived indignation, Dominic does in fact sit on his hands. It’s in this exact moment that I choose to climb onto his lap, straddling him with my breasts pressed against his face.
Dominic moans, his hips bucking against me. “You’re going to be the death of me, dolcezza.”
“Like what you see?” “Very much.”
“I don’t know,” I say demurely, nipping at his luscious bottom lip with the graze of my teeth. “That doesn’t sound very convincing.”
He growls, leaning forward to follow the heat of my lips. I lean back just enough to keep him away. “You want to know how much I like you in lingerie?” he asks, breathing hard. “I like it so much that I want to devour you whole. I like it so much that it’s the only thing I want you to wear from now on. Morning, noon, and night. I want you waiting in my bed all covered in lace, ready and waiting for me after the end of each workday so I can tear it right off you.”
I can no longer ignore the wet heat pooling between my legs, my pussy aching for his touch. “Maybe I’ll make a collection just for you. You’d have special permission to ruin the merchandise.”
“Tell me, fashion designer, how should I go about ripping this off you if I can’t use my hands?”
I tap the small clasp on the front of my bustier. “You’d use your teeth, obviously.”
“And your lack of panties?”
“By design,” I say coyly. “I figured you’d appreciate ease of access.” “Fuck,” he hisses, lunging forward to kiss me like a starved man.
He’s a phenomenal kisser, but this is something else entirely. It’s an unfiltered passion, an animalistic need. He wraps his arms around me and breathes me in, leaving me no time to think. I cling to him as Dominic lifts me, setting me down on the edge of the nearest desk. With one big palm against my shoulder, he presses me back until I’m lying flat on the surface, his hungry gaze studying every inch of my body.
For a man with such obvious strength, he’s surprisingly gentle as he drags his hands over my skin. His fingers roam over my body, tracing the sides of my neck, the dip of my collar bone, before moving down to gently squeeze my breasts. Dominic dips down, pressing a line of heated kisses against my chest before making his way down to the clasp I pointed out earlier. The heat
of his breath against my skin makes me shiver as he takes the clasp between his teeth. He pulls, releasing the thin bustier from my chest, exposing me completely.
Dominic wastes no time, mouthing at my breasts and sucking on my nipples, growling with an almost territorial look in his eyes. My hands fly to his hair, my eyes fluttering closed as I memorize the sensation of his greedy mouth leaving marks against my flesh. There’s an element of something frantic in the way he touches me, like there’s a chance we might die if we part for even a second.
“Dom,” I rasp, my heart beating loud in my ear. “Dom, please—” “Begging me already, dolcezza?”
I squeeze him between my knees, legs on either side of his hips. “I can’t wait anymore.”
He nods silently, dropping to his knees as he spreads my legs wide. Dominic dips under the sheer fabric of my skirt and drags his tongue up my wet folds. My hips buck, a gasp caught in my throat as he moves in without a second thought, teasing my aching clit with the tip of his tongue.
Climax hits me hard and fast. It’s so intense I see stars across my vision. With a trembling hand, I brush my fingers through his hair, entranced with the way his eyes remain locked with mine.
“I want you inside me,” I plead. “Please, Dom, I don’t want you to hold back.”
He rises, breathing hard as he undoes the front of his pants and pulls himself free. I lick my lips, pussy clenching at the mere sight of his throbbing cock. He stands between my parted legs and aligns himself with my entrance.
“I’ll pull out,” he promises. “Stop talking and—”
He plunges deep inside me, the stretch a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain. His pace is deliciously fast and hard, the snap of his hips making my body rock against the desk. I desperately cling to his shirt, pulling him down to kiss him with every ounce of my strength. Dominic meets me with just as much ferocity, our tongues wrestling for dominance as our bodies meld together.
The tight coil of heat deep within my core blooms, growing overwhelmingly hot and bright. I whimper against his lips as pleasure claims me once again, whiting my mind as ecstasy floods through my veins.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Just like that. Fuck, so nice and tight for me.”
“Dom, God, that was—”
“Oh? You think I’m done with you?” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “I have five years to make up for.”
I moan languidly. Oh, dear God, this is going to be a delightfully long night.
Dominic swiftly pulls out, leaving me to writhe against the sudden lack of his warmth. In the blink of an eye, he flips me over, my hips hinged over the edge of the desk. He lifts my skirt and grabs my ass in his hands, growling to himself.
“Beautiful,” he grumbles.
I huff in frustration. “You really like to make me wait, huh?”
A swift clap against my ass makes me yelp, his hand hovering just an inch over my tingling skin. “It’s time I finally gave you that lesson in patience.”
“What—”
Smack.
Dominic spanks my ass again, the sting a little sharper this time. I wouldn’t describe it as painful, only a shock, though I’m very tempted to push my luck to see how far he’ll go.
I wiggle my ass defiantly. “Is that really all you’ve got?” “It isn’t wise to test me, dolcezza.”
“Why? Are you afraid I might break?” “I’m never afraid.”
“Then quit spanking me and spank me.”
There’s a devilish glint in his eye. “You little minx.” Smack. “I get it now. You like it rough, don’t you?” Smack. “Fuck, look how nice and pink your ass is. You can see my fucking handprint.”
I squirm against his touch, my pussy wet and ready for him. “Dom—”
Dominic buries his cock inside me without warning, knocking the air from my lungs. He pistons in and out of me, his hands on either side of my waist, pinning me down against the desk as he fucks me senseless. The new angle is the definition of divine, the head of his cock hitting me in just the right spot.
“Oh, fuck,” I mewl. My feet aren’t even touching the ground anymore, my body suspended between him and the desk. “Fuck, Dominic, right there!”
His hand tangles with my hair, tugging my head back so he can kiss the crook of my neck. “Quiet, dolcezza. You’ll wake our child.”
I whimper when he says this. Our child. It sounds so right, so good. I don’t have too much time to dwell on the thought, though. The hand on my waist slips down and reaches around front, his fingers drawing tight circles against my clit.
I come in an instant, my body seizing as pleasure grips me tight. He doesn’t stop.
Instead of easing up, he continues his feral pace, snaking his arms around my body. Dominic breathes in the scent of my hair, his deep voice directly next to my ear.
“One more, dolcezza.”
“Are you—oh—fucking crazy?”
“You were the one asking for trouble. I’m here to deliver.”
My heart won’t stop pounding. A thin layer of sweat covers my brow. “I-I don’t think I can.”
“You will,” he says casually, like it’s a given. “And this time, Marina, you’re going to thank me when you come.”
“Dom, I—”
“What. Do. You. Say?”
“Thank you!” I blurt out as a massive tidal wave of pleasure slams right into me.
I can’t make up from down, left from right. The only thing that keeps me grounded is his earthy scent and the weight of his warm body. He finishes himself off with his hand, panting against the crook of my neck. A sudden exhaustion seeps into my bones, pure satisfaction tingling in the tips of my fingers and toes.
I’m only vaguely aware of Dominic’s strong arms lifting me, holding me against his chest as he carries me to my bedroom. I can barely keep my eyes open when he places me on my bed, carefully draping the soft silk sheets over my body before climbing in with me. I’m already drifting off when he presses a kiss to my forehead, murmuring softly in my ear.
“Dormi bene, cuore mio.”