Chapter 50
~Dominic~
Something’s off. Elle has been restless since I picked her up tonight, her nervous energy impossible to ignore. We were home within minutes—her apartment is only a couple of blocks from the hospital—but I drive her back and forth now. Walking is no longer an option. Not after the attack that left Dante injured. I won’t take chances with my wife or our unborn child.
The culprit behind the ambush is still unknown, and until we uncover who orchestrated it, my family will never be safe. Ideally, Elle would be behind the fortified walls of the mansion. But I couldn’t deny her. My Angel doesn’t realize the power she holds over me—the ability to destroy me with a single choice. And I yield willingly, because life without her isn’t worth living. If that makes me weak, I don’t give a damn. A few months ago, I would never have admitted such a thing.
Dario’s constant griping doesn’t faze me. He keeps hammering on about the apartment being a security nightmare. He’s lucky I didn’t take his head off when he implied I’m “pussy whipped.” I reminded him that his job is to make this place secure, no matter how impossible it seems. That’s what he’s paid for—not to stand around whining. He muttered something about being a ‘motherfucking fairy’ and ‘waving his wand’, then stormed off to do exactly what I ordered. For all his bitching, he still obeys.
We moved a few of my men into an empty apartment in the building. An alarm system now hums quietly, cameras hidden at every entrance and exit. The hospital is surrounded by my people. I’d rather have Elle safe behind the mansion walls,but if staying here makes her happy, then here we’ll stay. I’ve already taken too many choices from her in the past.
When we got in, we ordered pizza—her latest craving. Pineapple. Fruit on pizza. I nearly lost it when she added pickles straight from the jar. Sweet and savory, she claimed, is what our baby wants. Strange as it was, I found her cravings endearing. The memory still makes me smile.
After we ate, she looked at me with nervous eyes. Then she stood, kissed me quickly, and whispered, “I’m going to prepare for bed. I have a surprise for you. Don’t you dare fall asleep.” She disappeared into the bathroom half an hour ago.
I tidied up, checked the locks, activated the alarms, then went to bed to wait. Still wondering what surprise she could possibly be hiding.
Normally, I sleep nude. Lately, I’ve forced myself into pajama bottoms. The sight of my wife is enough to undo me, and it’s torture holding back. I’m terrified of hurting her—or our child. So I wait. Patiently.
I pull her pillow close, breathing in her scent. My eyes close, and for a moment, it feels like she’s right here beside me.
My eyes snap open as the bedroom door creaks. For a moment, I forget to breathe. The vision framed in the doorway steals the air from my lungs. Light spills in from the corridor, casting beams that outline her figure, turning her into something otherworldly. Her hair gleams, her skin shimmers—an Angel. My Angel.
She closes her eyes briefly, as if summoning courage, then opens them again with a smile that transforms her into a beguiling beauty. I rise slowly, unable to look away, tracking her every movement.
Her dark curls tumble over bare shoulders, the thin white straps of her lingerie the only barrier. The sheer lace clings to her curves, teasing more than it conceals, flaring just enough toleave her midriff exposed. My throat tightens as my gaze drifts lower, to the delicate scrap of lace at her hips, the thong leaving little to the imagination. When she bends to place her phone on a chair, the curve of her body nearly undoes me.
Music fills the room—Frankie Valli’s“Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”—its melody wrapping around us like a spell. My Angel begins to move, hips swaying, shoulders rolling, her finger pointing toward me, beckoning me closer.
Wordlessly, I slide off the bed. My feet carry me forward in slow motion, my eyes locked on hers, unable to break the connection.
My little siren’s finger glides slowly down the porcelain curve of her neck, tracing a path that makes my pulse thunder. She moves her hips in a slow circle, leaning forward, then rising back, her eyes locking with mine. My heart races, my hands ache to touch her, and control slips further from my grasp.
By the time I’m standing in front of her, I’m lost in the pull of our connection—there’s no turning back. When her fingertips trail across my chest and pause at my waistband, I wrap my arm around her waist, drawing her against me. We sway together to the rhythm of the music, bodies pressed close. “You’re asking for trouble, Angel,” I growl, before crushing my mouth to hers.
She opens her mouth to mine with a groan. All the while our hands are busy exploring each other. The sound of lace tearing echoes through the room, and Elle sighs as my touch claims her.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need. “Tell me what you want, Angel,” I murmured against her lips. “You. I want you.”
I crushed my mouth to hers again. Swing her naked form into my arms. “Your wish is my command.” After depositing her onto the bed, I tear my pants away before joining her.
“Lay on your side, baby.” When she does. “I can’t wait any longer.” Spooning her back, I slid her legs apart. All I can think about is being inside of her. I slide slowly in and then out. One hand working her and the other cupping her breast. Our moan fills the room.
Thrusting faster until my Angel screams as she climaxes and I’m right behind her. I can’t believe that I was denying both of us this pleasure. It’s some time before I can speak again. Our breathing has normalized. We snuggled into each other’s arms.
“Are you okay, Angel?” I whisper against her ear.
“Perfect. I love you, Dominic.” My arms tighten around her. “I love you too. You’re the Angel who saved me all those months ago.”
“Dominic?” she murmurs as I brush my lips along her ear. “Hmm?”
“I’m ready to go home.” I freeze, unsure if I heard her right. Turning her gently to face me, I search her eyes.
“Do you mean…?” She smiles, nodding before I can finish. “Yes. I want to go back to the mansion—back to our home.”
Chapter 51
~Dominic~
