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I touch myself again, the sensation almost overwhelming. The heat from the strike mark makes everything even more sensitive.
I twist to look back over my shoulder at him.
He clamps the edge of the folded belt between his straight white teeth and bites down hard. The muscles in his jaw flex. He’s freed up his hands now. One is on my hip, and the other pushes between my legs. He plunges two fingers deep into my pussy, and my body clamps down around him.
It’s what I needed to push me over the edge, and sparks burst in my vision. My climax rolls over me, shuddering through every muscle and sinew, setting every nerve ending alight.
Tino keeps his fingers curled inside me, his cock sliding in and out of me. My orgasm won’t let go, and I think I’m going to lose my mind.
“Oh, God, I can’t. Oh, fuck.” I’ve given up trying to be quiet now. I don’t care who hears us.
Tino rams himself hard and fast. He leans over me, his hand around the back of my neck, pressing the side of my head down onto the bed. He releases himself inside me, letting out a roar of pleasure. He jerks a couple of times, his orgasm like electric shocks firing through him, and my climax finally releases its hold and ebbs away.
He releases my neck and we slump together, both breathing hard. He holds me until our heartrates slow, and then carefully pulls out of me. The gush of hot fluid rushes down the inside of my thighs. Tino vanishes into the bathroom for a minute, and I hear the faucet being turned on and water hitting the tub.
He returns with a towel and a smile.
“Time for your bath, Duchess,” he says. “And then I’ll hold you until you go to sleep.”
I return the smile. He’s managed to fuck my reservations out of me, for now. He wants to take care of me, and right now, in this moment, that’s exactly what I need.
Chapter 9
Domenic
My bedroom door slams open like it’s been kicked—which it probably has.
It’s too early for this shit, and I haven’t heard from Tino all fucking night. I’m fuming with him. The piece of shit is going to get a kicking when he gets back here. How fucking dare he go silent on me? He knows how worried I’ll be about Mackenzie.
My father storms in, closely followed by that bitch, Lucia. Her eyes are red, her skin blotchy. It’s clear she’s been crying. I don’t need either of them to speak to know what this is about.
I tongue the healing split on my lip, reminding myself of the pain. The swelling around my eye has gone down over the past twenty-four hours, but it’s still bruised, the color bleeding from red to the shade of thunderclouds.
“Where the fuck is Mackenzie?” he demands.
I carefully push myself to sitting, and then get to my feet. My side still hurts from where he kicked me, but I don’t think he broke anything. The muscles between my ribs are bruised, however, and every time I inhale, fresh pain stabs through me. “How the hell should I know?”
He glares at me. “You and your buddies always seem to know what’s going on with her. If you know something, you need to tell me. Now.”
I jerk my chin toward Lucia. “Shouldn’t she know? She is the girl’s mother, after all.” I place my index finger to my lips. “Unless Mackenzie doesn’t want to tell her anything because you know…she got her father killed, and all that.”
Lucia’s eyes glisten. “Please, Dom. You don’t have to like me. This isn’t even about me. Mackenzie is…vulnerable right now.”
“Because of her epilepsy. Yeah, I know.”
“She shouldn’t even be driving, and she’s taken my car.”
I hadn’t considered that. Is it safe for Mack to be driving? The image of her dead in a ditch, the car wrapped around a tree, flashes into my mind, and my heart clenches. I clench my fists. No, that won’t happen. Tino is bound to find her first.
“I’m sure she knows herself well enough by now that if she feels unwell, she’ll pull over.”
I want them out of here. I can’t bear to look at my father. One day, I’ll pay him back for what he’s done to me.
Lucia and my father exchange a glance. There’s something else in it, but I can’t quite tell what it is. Is there something they’re not telling me?
“What?” I demand. “What is it?”
A knot has suddenly formed in my stomach.
