“How is the water?” My eyes fly open on hearing Dominic’s voice right next to my ear, as he leans close to me. “Wine?” He gestures to the tray he must have retrieved from the bedroom.
“It’s amazing……yes, thank you.” I murmur. Reaching for one of the glasses, I take a sip. Laying the tray down next tome, Dominic begins to undress in front of me. I’m fixated on the view as he unbuttons his trousers, hooking his thumbs under the waistband, removing it. I can’t seem to look away—I'm such a hypocrite.
His movement is deliberately slow as he studies my reaction. I find myself licking my lips, which tastes like wine. Then biting my lips between my teeth, as he slides the pants down his muscular thighs. Finally stepping out of it. I hold my breath when his erect member springs free of his underwear. A drip of precum at its tip. Veins traverse the broad length. As I stare, it lengthens—my eyes are glued to it.
“Like what you see, Angel? He teases, my gazes quickly returns to her face. “I don’t mind you looking.” He smirks. I take a gulp of the forgotten wine. Clearly, he’s not shy about his nakedness. Looking the way he does, why should he? I’m unable to look away. Dominic saunters over to the hot tub and lowers himself next to me. Leaning back, his arms spread out on either side on the edge of the tub. He groans when his body enters the water. One arm behind me, playing with my hair.
Dominic offers me one of the strawberries covered with chocolate. He stares at my mouth when I bite into it, my lips touching his fingers. He pops the rest of the strawberry into his mouth, licking his fingers where my mouth touched. My husband makes the simple task sensual. Repeating the process until we've eaten them all. Who knew that being fed could be used so effectively as foreplay. And to be done without uttering a word.
“Now it’s time to taste you, my angel.” His lips press firmly against mine, his body warm and insistent against me. My legs wrap around his hips as he lifts me effortlessly, settling me on the edge of the tub. A surprised gasp escapes me as I cling to him, steadying myself. His kisses trail down my neck, igniting sparks across my skin. Sucking on my nipples then between mylegs. As he licks between my folds, then suckles my pleasure build. Every touch builds a wave of pleasure until it crests, and I cry out his name—“Dominic!”
Before I can recover from the pleasure, I’m being lifted out of the tubs and dried by a towel. He quickly dried himself with the same towel, Dominic carried me into the bedroom, laying me onto the bed. As he crawls over me, his face displays tension from his unreleased climax. Taking my mouth again, our tongues duel with each other. He rubs the tip of his member against me and then slowly into me. Dominic rocks his hips back and forth, making me impatient to be filled. As he rocks forward, I lift my hips forcefully grabbing onto him. He releases a loud groan, as I try to muffle my cry of pain, when he breaks through my hymen.
“I’m sorry Angel, I hurt you, it will get better soon.” He says through clenched teeth, holding himself still. As I become accustomed to him inside of me, I move my hips upwards, groaning in pleasure. Dominic starts moving again, picking up his pace. His eyes are locked with mine. Panting. My eyes begin to close. “No! Keep looking at me.” He drives in and out like a piston. His breathing becomes ragged as his pace increases. “Let go now Angel.” When I climax, screaming, Dominic groans. I feel a jet of cum shooting into me.
After a few moments, he pulls out of me. His elbows are still supporting his weight. “Are you okay?” I nod, unable to verbalize, still trying to get over the earth-shattering experience.
Dominic leaves the bed to go into the bathroom. He returns to find me still sprawled out in the same position. He cleans up the mess between my thighs, with such tenderness. Then he gathers me in his arms. His heartbeat audible against my ear lulls me to sleep.
Chapter 28
~Dominic~
One month of marriage to Elle has transformed the way I see life. The depth of my feelings for her leaves me tangled in emotions I never expected. Before her, I had no idea what wedded bliss truly meant—but now I recognize it in every moment we share. She possesses me completely, body and soul. I know without doubt that what I feel is love, though finding the words to tell her has remained just out of reach.
Every day, I try to find a reason to linger about the mansion to be near her. When I can’t, because there’s business to be dealt with outside of the mansion, I’m impatient to return. And God help anyone who tries to keep me away from her.
In the last month, I haven’t missed breakfast or dinner with her. We’ve made love every night and sometimes several times a night. I can’t seem to get enough of her.
My wife has grown close to the servants, earning their trust and the respect of several of my men, whom I allow near her for protection. They often seek her out with their ailments and injuries, and she tends to them with care. I know she longs to work again, but it remains too dangerous for her to leave the mansion. Salvatore is still at large, plotting in the shadows and Alban Berisha continues to lurk nearby.
Business has settled back into routine. No trouble at the warehouses, no issues at the docks. It’s been quiet—too fucking quiet. And the silence feels heavy, like the calm before a storm. I can’t shake the unease, the sense that I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. My instincts have never failed me, and they tell me my enemies are already plotting their next move.
The Albanians haven’t made another move since their failed attempt to snatch Elle. Still, I’m certain Alban Berisha isplotting in the shadows. A man like him wouldn’t simply walk away—he’s determined to force his way in, bringing his shit into my territory.
We’ve got a massive shipment of AK-47s on the way, and I’m betting that’s when they’ll strike. Their past attempt to drive a wedge between Pavlov and me failed, but I doubt they’ve given up.
A knock at my door pulls me from my thoughts. “Come,” I say. My personal secretary steps in, arms stacked with files. “Mr. Vitelli, these are the documents you requested.” She sets them neatly on my desk before retreating back to hers.
I’ve been scouting real estate for a new nightclub, and a few promising sites have caught my eye. Time slips away as I pore over the projected figures my accountant prepared. Then my phone buzzes, pulling me from the numbers. A smile spreads across my face when I see who’s calling.
I leaned back in my chair, phone pressed to my ear. “Hello, Angel,” I said. “Dominic, just a reminder—we’re having guests for dinner tonight.” “I haven’t forgotten.” I paused, listening to the excitement in her voice. “You sound especially happy about tonight. Is there something we’re celebrating?”
“Dominic, don’t tease. You know it’s our one-month anniversary.” “Sorry, Angel. I’ll be there on time.”
When the call ended, I slipped my hand into my pocket, brushing against the small gift I’d chosen for Elle. My wife treasures moments others might overlook—little milestones, quiet anniversaries. If celebrating them brings her joy, then I’m glad to honor them too.
Last night while holding her in my arms after we’d made love, she shared a little about her childhood. My little wife went through her entire childhood, moving from one foster home to another. She never had any of her special moments like birthdays, holidays and graduations celebrated. So, if she wantsto celebrate our anniversary every month, that’s what we are fucking going to do. I don’t care what anyone says.
As the elevator doors slid shut, I voiced my concern: tomorrow’s shipment might draw an attack. Dante and Dario exchanged knowing looks; it had been too long since the last strike. We mapped out a quick plan before parting ways, each heading toward our own car in the dim underground garage.
“Your wife has summoned us to your anniversary party, Brother,” Dante called, pausing with a grin as he opened the door of his Aston Martin. “She warned that if we’re late, we won’t eat.” His mock horror made Dario laugh, but I knew the truth—they’d grown fond of Elle’s relentless effort to turn the mansion into more than a fortress, into a home.
“You know, since she broke Catalina’s nose, everyone’s afraid to cross her. And don’t forget about when she kneed Dante in the nugget.” Dario chimes in with laughter. “You better watch out,” he continues. I flip him off before getting into my car. Dante looks insulted but then he cracks up too. Ignoring their laughter, I pulled away from my parking spot. My security detail discreetly behind me.
Word of what happened at our wedding reception has spread quickly—even among the soldiers. I never realized how much my men enjoy gossip. Since Catalina is already disliked and considered a snub, they’ve been all too eager to share the story of how my wife put her in her place.
Since that night I’ve continued to teach her how to protect herself. Even insisting on Elle learning to handle a gun. She was resistant to the idea. But I was firm, explaining that being able to use a weapon could make a difference between life and death. She relented, of course.
