My back arches right off the steel table. A loud, shameless cry rips from my throat as he stretches me, the fullness of his thick fingers working inside me with a precise, ruthless rhythm. He curls his fingers upward, hitting the deep, sensitive spot inside my front walls over and over again. My hips buck helplessly against his hand, chasing the pressure.
"Dominic," I sob, my nails biting into the hard muscle of his shoulders.
"Look at me," he orders, keeping up the relentless, devastating friction between my thighs.
I force my heavy eyelids open. His dark eyes are locked onto my face, watching my pleasure with an intensity that borders on madness. He needs to see this. He needs to know he is the one dismantling me.
"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, his thumb rolling hard over my clit, sending a violent shockwave of pleasure through my entire nervous system. "So responsive. You take everything I give you and ask for more."
He pulls his fingers out with a wet, heavy sound, and I whimper at the loss. But he doesn't leave me waiting. His hands go to his belt, making quick work of the buckle. He unzips his trousers, releasing his thick, heavy, completely engorged length. His cock is fully engorged, pulsing with a demanding pressure.
He grips my hips with both hands, his large thumbs pressing into the soft skin of my lower stomach. He aligns the thick head of his cock at my slick, waiting pussy.
"Mine," he growls, claiming my mouth in a brutal, open-mouthed kiss.
And then he drives his hips forward, sinking into my body with a single, devastating thrust.
The stretch is immense. The thick, rigid girth of him forces my tight walls open, filling me so deeply, so completely, that I feel him everywhere at once. My entire body tenses, a sharp intake of breath trapped in my lungs as I accommodate his massive size. It is a feeling of absolute fullness, of heavy, visceral possession.
Dominic freezes, his chest heaving against mine, his jaw clenched as he fights to hold back. His dark eyes are blown wide, completely consumed by the sensory overload of being buried to the hilt inside my body.
"Take it," he growls, his jaw locking as he watches my walls stretch to accommodate him. "Tell me whose seed fills you. Tell me who owns every inch of you."
"Yours," I gasp, my inner walls clenching tightly around his thick shaft, drawing a guttural, tortured groan from his lips. "Only yours. Always."
He doesn't hold back anymore. Dominic withdraws his hips almost completely, the thick, blunt head dragging against my sensitive pussy, before slamming his pelvis forward, burying himself to the hilt again. The sound of his body driving into mine fills the quiet flower shop—each impact a heavy, resonant claim that reverberates off the reinforced glass walls, raw and entirely obscene.
He sets a grueling, relentless pace. He takes me with the sheer, unfiltered intensity of a man who has lived his entire life expecting to die, and has finally found a reason to live. Histhick cock slides in and out of my slick, tight channel, creating a devastating friction that builds a knot of blinding pressure low in my belly. Every powerful thrust rocks my entire body backward on the steel table, sending my copper hair spilling over the edge.
"Dominic, please," I beg, my hands sliding down his sweaty back to grip the firm, driving muscles of his ass, urging him deeper. "I need—I need?—"
"I have you," he snarls, his face buried in my neck, his hot breath washing over my skin. He bites down hard on the tender curve where my neck meets my shoulder, marking me. "Let go for me, Sienna. Give it to me."
He shifts his angle slightly, his thick shaft dragging deliberately against my front walls, while his hand comes down to trap my clit beneath his thumb. He presses down, trapping my pleasure between the heavy, driving force of his cock and the brutal friction of his thumb.
The sensory overload is absolute. The world reduces to the heavy smell of crushed peonies, the solid wall of Dominic's chest, and the violent, all-consuming heat between my legs.
My orgasm rips through me like a physical detonation.
I scream his name, my inner walls clamping down viciously around his thick, driving shaft. The spasms are violent, milking him, drawing him deeper into my body. My vision goes completely white, my nails carving deep half-moons into the broad muscles of his back as wave after wave of blistering pleasure wrecks my nervous system.
The tight, helpless clenching of my walls snaps the last of his control. Dominic lets out a deep, primal roar, his massive body locking up completely as he drives his hips forward for onefinal, brutal thrust. He buries himself completely and holds himself there, his core trembling violently as he spills his claim deep inside me. Hot, thick pulses of his cum flood my pussy, drowning my womb in his heat. I feel every throb of his cock as he empties his balls into me, a raw, stamping claim that sears through my very identity. I am occupied by his weight, marked by his seed, and completely colonized by his dominance. He doesn't just fill me; he owns the space where his cum is currently pooling deep inside my gut.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, the heavy silence of the shop returning, broken only by our ragged gasps. Dominic slowly rests his forehead against mine, his broad chest rising and falling heavily against my breasts. He remains buried inside me, keeping me pinned to the steel table, keeping our bodies connected, needing the physical anchor just as much as I do.
"You're my life now," he whispers, his voice entirely stripped of the Don's armor, raw and painfully honest. He lifts his head, brushing my tangled copper curls back from my sweat-dampened forehead. "Everything I build from this day forward. Everything I destroy. It is all to keep you breathing."
I slide my arms around his thick neck, pulling his face down for a soft, lingering kiss. "I know. I'm right here."
Slowly, reluctantly, Dominic pulls his hips back, the heavy, slick withdrawal making me shiver. He keeps one hand anchored at my waist as he steps back—an inch, no more—and reaches for me immediately, smoothing the skirt of my sundress back down over my thighs with a reverence that makes my chest ache. His hands don't leave me. They never do. They drift to my hips, steadying me as I slide off the table, my legs giving out completely so I have to grip his heavy bicep just to stay standing. He catches me around the waist, pressing a kiss to mytemple.This is my life now.The violence, the blood, the absolute possessiveness—it's all part of the man I love. And I am entirely at peace with my cage.
I turn to grab my canvas apron off the floor, ready to ask him to help me sort the massive delivery of imported lilies in the back.
Before I can take a step, Dominic's encrypted comms device vibrates violently in his pocket.
His entire demeanor shifts in a microsecond. The tender, devoted lover vanishes, and the lethal, hyper-vigilant Don of Chicago takes his place. He pulls me securely behind his broad back instantly, his right hand moving smoothly to the heavy Glock holstered beneath his left arm as he checks the screen.
"Is it Santi?" I ask, my heart beginning to hammer a frantic rhythm against my ribs, the memory of the black envelope flashing in my mind.
