When Emily widens her stance further, I slip two fingers knuckle deep inside her, using my palm to stimulate her clit.
“Dominic,” she moans, and hearing her say my name in that tone is going to replay in my head on repeat forever.
She bends her legs slightly, bearing down, and taking more of me into her sweet pussy. It’s so fucking hot, I swear I almost blow my load then and there.
“Come for me, cupcake,” I growl against her skin as my thick fingers pump into her at such an alarming rate that my dick becomes jealous.
My other hand is still palming her tit as I drag her body closer until my cock digs into the base of her spine.
“I-I’m …” she stutters as the inner muscles of her tight pussy clench around my fingers. “Ahhhh, Dom.”
She starts rolling her hips, and the little noises she’s making are driving me wild. “That’s it, baby, fuck my fingers.” I tug her even closer, my dick desperate for any kind of friction.
I don’t stop pumping into her until her body goes limp in my arms. My hand on her tit moves down to circle her waist, keeping her upright. The other slowly withdrawsfrom her body and underwear, and I groan the second I bring them to my mouth, sucking off all her juices. This woman ruins me in the best possible way.
I give her a moment to recover before I release her and take a step back. For some reason, I have this burning need to apologise, but I don’t.
I’m not sorry for what I did. I want to do it again, and again, and again. I want to do so much more. Like bury myself deep inside her and never leave.
When she turns to face me, wearing one of those sweet smiles I adore, I take another step back, because if I don’t, I’m going to drag her straight into my arms again.
“I have to go out for a while,” I say.
The smile drops off her face. “Why?”
“I have a job to do.”
“A job?” Something shifts behind her eyes. Hurt, doubt, and that quiet kind of panic she tries to hide sometimes. I know exactly what she’s thinking. That I’m going to see another woman. That I’d choose someoneelse over her, and the thought cuts her to the bone. I can see it. I bet that slimy fucking ex of hers cheated on her. I know what those bikies are like with their club sluts.
Doesn’t she realise she’s the only woman I think about? The only one I crave? The one I can’t seem to get out of my damn head no matter how much I try?
“Can you watch Lil’ Peach for me while I’m gone?”
“Do I have a choice?”
I clear my throat. “Yeah, you do. I have to swing by and pick up Romeo, so I can leave her with Lucia if you don’t want to watch her.”
She turns her face away, staring at the backsplash like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. I can practically see her mind ticking over from here.
She’s been hurt, lied to, and betrayed. Her trust has been broken, and I know what that feels like, so I stepforward and cup her face, bringing her eyes back to meet mine.
“I have a job to do tonight, and when I’m done, I’m coming straight home. I haven’t been with a woman since I got custody of Peach, Emily,” I admit.
Her pretty blue eyes widen. “You haven’t, but?—”
“It’s been years,” I say, cutting her off. “My niece always took precedence.”
“I-I …” When I see tears rise to her eyes, I brush the pad of my thumb across her cheekbone.
“Shh,” I breathe as I lean in to place a soft kiss on her temple. “Go to bed, Em, and if I can find a pharmacy open while I’m out, I’ll bring something home for your sunburn.”
With that, I drop my hands and turn, heading for the front door. If I don’t get the fuck out of this house right now, I’m going to do something stupid, like take her to my room and show her just how much she means to me.
Since I had to virtually go past Romeo’s and Dante’s places to meet up with Lorenzo, it made sense to grab them on the way.
Lorenzo organised a vehicle for us to use. Something clean, untraceable, and nothing that can ever be linked back to us. We might be vengeful, but we’re not idiots.
I’m lost in my own head, replaying everything that happened with Emily, quietly beating myself up for not being strong enough to say no when she practically begged me to touch her. She’s my addiction, my obsession, so saying no was like trying to stop an alcoholic from drinking when the bottle’s been their only company for years.
