My orgasm builds quickly, thighs shaking, stomach trembling, the most delicious twist of heat unraveling inside of me. I come loud, Dominic’s name flying with a string of mangled sighs.
The head of his cock drags at my wet seam, gathering my release before he slots himself inside. One hand holding the chain of the cuffs as leverage while the other is settled on my hip. He slams his hips.Once. Twice. Three times.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Nothing sexier than seeing you cuffed and stuffed full of my cock.”
I moan, pushing back against him. “More. Harder.”
Our bodies slap together as breathless murmurs tangle with gasps and unintelligible words. It’s mindless and unfiltered and fervent.
I can sense his impending orgasm. The frenzied grunts, the frantic pace at which he rocks into me. Together, we climb higher and higher, reaching the peak in a shaking, wild, strangled string of cries.
Before my body comes down from its high, he’s removedthe cuffs and has me tucked at his side, rubbing at my wrists in delicate soothing circles.
We lie there, wordless and satiated, until a memory bubbles up.
“I forgive you,” I say, half-slur, half-laugh.
Dominic lets out a confused hum. “For what?”
I smile into his chest. “Arresting me.”
CHAPTER 48
Dominic
HE’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER
PRESENT
“Bruh, I need you to know I don’t fucking like you,” Shane says, his eyes blazing into mine.
I choke on my water, coughing.
Ellie groans. “Shane! Knock it off.”
“This meathead’s been back in town for two seconds and you took him back like nothing?—”
“Mom!” Ellie yells. “Do something.”
“Shane,” Leanne warns. “Can you please behave?”
“No,” he grits, moving to stand. “How are you all okay with this?”
“Because it’s her life,” Ethan says calmly as Marisa nods along with him.
“You weren’t there, neither of you were.” Shane points between Ethan and Gavin. “Dom showed back up a few years ago, and when I picked her up after seeing him, she was a goddamn mess. I’ve never seen her so upset, and I never want to see her that upset again.”
The room quiets, save for the sound of someone bitinginto a carrot stick—probably Gavin, based on the loud crunch. Ellie, sitting beside me, drops her head into her hands. I glance at her briefly before turning back to Shane, who looks about five seconds away from lunging across the dinner table.
“We’ve already talked through everything,” Ellie says to everyone. “And frankly, it’s no one’s business but our own.”
“She’s right,” Jack booms loudly, his voice piercing through the tension. “You all need to be supportive of your sister the way she supports all of you and your countless bad decisions.” I place a hand over my mouth to keep from smiling. Everyone looks stunned, staring at Jack. “Dominic’s been keeping her safe in the midst of some maniac on the loose. Protected her at that bar. Maybe go a little easy on him.” His eyes meet Shane’s across the table. “Right, Shane?”
“He’s not good enough for her,” Shane huffs. “I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking.”
Ethan clears his throat. “I’m not thinking it. I’m minding my own business. Leave me out of it.”
“Same,” Gavin pipes up, gesturing toward Lily. “Can we table the yelling until curious ears leave the room? Or at least until after the lasagna? I’m starving.”
