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Chapter 25
Arin
He knows exactly where to find me, lying against the soft sheets of his bed in nothing except the see-through ruby red lace set I made special just for him. We’re both ravenous by the time he shrugs off his clothes, unable to keep our hands off one another.
“Come here, amore,” he says, voice husky and low.
He pulls me toward him as his only object of desire. Dominic makes an appreciative sound, part growl and part hum as he allows his eyes to sweep over my body. Possessive and territorial, yet that’s the least intimidating thing about him. What I find overwhelming is the softness in his gaze, like I’m something precious and irreplaceable.
What we have is more intense than love—closer to worship. There’s no need to say anything because everything we have to say is in the way we look at each other. Two halves of an unlikely whole, sometimes it feels like we were always destined to be.
He kisses me like it’s the first time and the last, like a starved man placed in front of an endless buffet. Dominic’s large hands roam my body, peeling away lace like he’s unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning, the contents too fragile and sacred to mishandle.
He presses a flutter of light kisses against the crook of my neck while I rake my fingers through his thick hair. We fit together so perfectly, molding to each other’s shapes with ease. Dominic’s touch ignites my skin, soft fire trailing wherever his fingers dance across my body. I hold him close, the throbbing heat between my legs impossible to ignore any longer.
“Please,” I rasp. “Dominic, I need you.”
He reaches down to the apex of my thighs, stroking his fingers over my folds. “I can tell, cuore mio. Come here and sit on my face.”
My cheeks flush with warmth. “W-what?” “Did I stutter? Come, sit on my face.”
He settles on his back with his head against a pillow as I crawl into position, carefully parting my thighs so my knees are on either side of his head. I hold on to the headboard for stability, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering like crazy.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I ask. “I’m not too heavy, am I?”
He doesn’t bother responding with words. Instead, Dominic enthusiastically grabs me by the thighs and pulls me down to his mouth, moaning as he works me over with his wicked tongue. He teases me senseless, my knees shaking as bursts of pleasure sweep through my veins. All I can do is throw my head back and moan, the climax hitting me so hard and fast I almost lose my balance.
Dominic redoubles his efforts, sucking on my sensitive clit in the hopes of having me unravel all over again. It’s almost too much; every single one of my nerve endings is on fire. But I trust him. I trust him more than anyone else in the world. Dominic can have whatever he wants. My body, my pleasure, everything.
He brings me right back to the edge where ecstasy meets insanity. My breathing is rapid and shallow, my heart hammers in my ear, and I grip the headboard for dear life as I plead, “Dominic, please, slow down! You have to slow down or I’m going to—”
He doesn’t listen to me, but I’m glad he doesn’t. A brilliant warmth erupts deep within my core, sparks of pleasure arcing through my veins. There isn’t a single inch of my body that doesn’t crave more, overwhelming pleasure whiting out my mind.
Dominic lifts me off his face with ease, licking his lips with a devious grin. “Sounds like you enjoyed yourself. Do you need a little break?”
I nod slowly, struggling to catch my breath. He chuckles. “Too fucking bad.”
He moves like a viper, strong arms wrapping around me. I feel like a doll in his care, physically light and willing to submit to his every whim. Before I know it, he’s on top of me, kissing me like it’s the only thing either of us knows how to do.
Dominic presses into me, his throbbing cock stretching my walls as he buries himself deeper and deeper. It’s almost enough to knock the air from my lungs, the tiny sound that escapes me immediately swallowed by his hungry lips. It isn’t long before he starts rocking his hips, snapping into me at a cadence that’s both fast and strong. When the head of his cock sweeps over
my sweet spot, I nearly lose my mind.
“Dom,” I whimper. “Right there! Please, right there.”
“Screaming for me already, dolcezza? You really know how to drive me crazy.”
“You’re so big,” I moan. “It’s too much.”
“No, my soldata. It’s just right. We’re perfect for one another, don’t you see? Look how well you take my cock. This pussy was made for me.”
“Yes,” I rasp. “Yes, just for you.”
“God, you feel so good. Do you have any idea what you do to me? I really want to—”
I gasp against his shoulder. “What?”
He kisses the corner of my mouth. “It’s nothing.”
Hooking my legs over his hips, I grasp a handful of his hair and look him directly in the eye. “Tell me, Dominic. What do you want? Let me give it to you.”
Dominic licks his lips. “I want to finish inside you.”
His admission awakens something in me. I’m suddenly wet and aching all over again, my walls quivering around his shaft. The implications here are serious, but it’s also everything I want.
“Do it,” I murmur against his lips, circling his neck with my arms. “Come inside me, Dominic.”
“You mean that?”
I kiss him tenderly. “Put another baby in me.”
He lets out a feral growl as his hips piston in and out of me with renewed vigor. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want, cuore mio. Just tell me how many.”
Pleasure builds within my core, so powerful and overwhelming I can barely string a proper sentence together. “As many as you want. Please, Dominic, I need you to fill me up.”
“You won’t be alone this time,” he vows. “I’ll be there for you, Arin.” “I know you will.”
“Fuck, you feel so good. I want to see you dripping with my cum.” “Dominic, I’m—Oh, God, I’m so close.”
“At the same time, amore. Don’t hold back. That’s it, fucking take it.”
We shatter together, the air heavy with the smell of sex and sweat. We hold onto each other for a long time, breathing each other in as our hearts find a steady beat. Dominic kisses me so sweetly I can’t help but stare at him
and wonder how lucky I was to find him again.
“In the morning, I’ll have Johnny teach you some basic self-defense moves,” he murmurs against my forehead. “I’ll make good on my promise to keep you here with me, but we need to play it safe.”
I nod, my eyes drooping with exhaustion. “I’m looking forward to it.”
He draws absentminded circles against my back with the tip of his finger. “How did you know about my brother?” he asks after a long while.
“Elio told me. I’m sorry. I probably should have waited to hear it from you.”
Dominic shakes his head. “It’s fine. You would have found out about Tomasso sooner or later.”
“For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry. I can’t imagine what you went through.”
“His death will be avenged soon enough.”
I peek at him through my lashes. “You sound like you have a plan.” “Yes. One you’re going to be a part of.”
Curiosity gets the better of me. “Are you serious?”
“Those Kevlar suits of yours… How many do you think you can make in a day?”
I crunch the numbers in my head. “Well, since I already have your measurements, I can probably get through one a day.”
Dominic shakes his head. “Not for me, for my men.” I hold my breath. “What are you planning?”
“We’ve been hiding long enough. It’s time to take the fight to their doorstep.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
“It will be. That’s why I need to go in prepared.”
“Is there really no other way?” I ask, my heart drumming loudly in my chest.
“I’m afraid not. The only way this stops is if I die—” My blood freezes when he says this, the thought too terrible to bear. “—or if I kill Lorenzo and Renato first.”
Chewing on the inside of my cheek, the what ifs take over my brain. What if Dominic isn’t successful? What if he ends up dead?
What if he succeeds?
It’s pretty clear these attacks won’t stop. I won’t pretend to know Lorenzo’s motivations, but if he’s after Dominic, the man leaves me no
choice but to hate him. When—not if—Dominic makes it out of this alive, will he still have to dedicate himself to the Mafia? It feels foolish to dream of a future far away from all this nonsense, but I can’t stop seeing it.
A house in the suburbs complete with a white picket fence, a big yard full of green grass where our children can run around, a cul-de-sac where Dominic can teach the kids how to ride their bikes… It feels more like a fairytale than reality.
I guess we’re just going to have to focus on solving one problem at a time.
“I can do it,” I say. “Just tell me how many I need to make.”
“I’ll compile a list for you. I’m planning to gather my most loyal men. There aren’t going to be too many. Five at most. I need to keep the circle as small as possible to avoid the risk of moles.”
“And then what?’
Dominic presses his lips into a thin line. “I’m going to hit Lorenzo where it hurts. Nobody knows Lorenzo’s racket like I do. All I have to do is burn it to the ground.”