The door opens softly, and the room drops a few degrees when Dominic slips inside. His steps are lighter, like he’s trying not to wake me up, and for a moment, I almost convince myself to stay still, to let him believe I’m asleep…but I haven’t actually seen him in two days. Flipping the night lamp on, my gaze settles on his back. He’s bent slightly, rifling through the top drawer of the dresser by the side of the bed.
“I hope this isn’t how you tiptoe on stealth missions,” I murmur, arching a brow. “Because you’re doing a very shitty job.”
He doesn’t laugh. Not that I expect him to. “You should be asleep,” he says blandly, cutting me a look over his shoulder.
“Well, I’m not.” I shake my head.
The light isn’t much, but it’s enough to catch the look in his eyes when he turns. It makes me forget my own joke…leaving my throat dry. He looks exhausted…drained. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the almighty Dominic this way.
“Is…Is everything okay?” My voice softens, though I’m already bracing myself for the usualIt’s not your business.
His gaze falls on my wounded shoulder for a split second, then he says in a low voice, “Just a difficult client at work.”
My eyes widen involuntarily. He responded?
“Your legal work…or the illegal?” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.
That earns me the smallest chuckle, one almost foreign on his lips. He moves toward the bed and lowers himself onto the edge.
“What exactly do you mean by illegal?” he asks, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.
He must think I’m oblivious. It makes me remember my father’s words.
…I know you have never had an eye for our family business, but now that you’ve married into such a powerful family, I hope you start taking an interest in it.
Father’s right. I should take an interest. However, would Dominic trust me enough to let me take part in anything he does?
“Drugs…arms…the kinds of things people don’t talk about in the open,” I carefully respond.
He doesn’t answer, and the silence makes his breathing sound louder than it should. A reckless, impulsive thing stirs within me, and I shift closer to where he’s sitting. My hands hover for a beat…then I dare to place them lightly at the base of his neck.
“You look like you need a massage,” I whisper, my fingers working gently along the cords of his neck.
He exhales slowly, almost inaudibly. The sound encourages me, and my hands move lower...tracing the hard line of his spine through his shirt. My fingers rub slow circles down his back before moving upward again. It draws a shiver out of him that makes me bite back a moan.
Before I can second-guess it, I slip my hand to the front of his shirt and undo two buttons. The shirt parts just enough for me to slide my hands inside. My palms spread across his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
He makes a strangled noise in his throat…but he doesn’t do anything. The realization that he’s letting me guide this moment makes my pulse pound. If he’s giving me this rare control…I can’t waste it.
Easing back from behind him, I slide off the bed and circle slowly until I’m standing in front of him. His legs are spread, and without breaking eye contact, I sink down between them. I’m acutely aware of how exposed I feel…how ridiculous and brave at once. My fingertips brush the inside of his thigh…light enough that he could shove me away, tell me to fuck off. But he doesn’t.
I let my hand wander higher, over the thick muscle of his leg, until I feel his erection against his pants. Working his belt free, I slip my hand in, rubbing him through his briefs. A rough sound escapes from his throat, knuckles gripping the bed frame hard...yet he doesn’t stop me. He just watches me with hungry eyes...as if daring me to keep going.
When I tug down his briefs, his cock springs free. He’s thick and hard, engorged veins running down his length. God…this man is beautiful. The sight makes my lips part on instinct. I lick them, wetting my mouth before leaning forward to take him in.
“Fuck, that’s my princess…” His voice is wrecked, hand threading into my hair. “Take all of me.”
He pushes deeper, and I gag around him, my eyes stinging. But the way his thighs move, the way his grip tightens in my hair…it makes my pussy ache. I’m not sure if I’m surrendering or winning, and I don’t care.
“This,” he growls, reaching for my throat and holding it with his free hand, “...is the second most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Even through the fog of him using my throat, curiosity sparks in me. He smirks like he already knows. “The first is watching that tight pussy of yours split wide open on my cock.”
The filth of it makes my thighs squeeze together, and I moan around him. He groans louder, hips jerking against my mouth.
Just when I think he’s about to lose it, he pulls free.
“Enough,” he rasps, thumb dragging over my swollen lips. “I want to return the pleasure.” He stands, lifting me along with him. “Take off your clothes.”
