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“You do?”He sighs heavily.“We were played, every fucking one of us, but we’re so pig-headed none of us will admit that. For the record, I have no hatred toward either of you now. I’ve cooled down and realize where the blame lies.”
There’s a brief silence before he says,“This woman, Flora.”
“What about her?” I growl and he laughs softly.
“Keep her. She’s good for you.”
“You don’t need to tell me what I already know.”
This time I do cut the call, but it leaves me with a smile on my face. It’s as if the storm clouds are clearing and I watch the light filtering in. Suddenly, my life isn’t as lonely as it once was. I have my brothers back and now the most amazing woman on the planet. It’s as if everything I wanted is coming good and yet there’s one knife twisting in my heart that will probably never go away. My sister and the real reason she ran straight into hell.
CHAPTER33
FLORA
I’m like a kid in a candy store. This stuff must have cost hundreds of thousands of dollars because there is a huge box from every designer going and it’s all in my size.
As I unwrap tissue filled boxes and draw out beautiful silk dresses and soft cashmere sweaters, I sigh with pleasure, trying it on like a kid playing dress up.
Designer shoes made from soft Italian leather that match silk cocktail dresses and floor-length evening gowns. Handbags of every shape and color and jewelry so beautiful it takes my breath away.
I am surrounded by luxury and living every woman’s dream and as distractions go, I can’t fault this one. Dom asked me to trust him and I’m doing exactly that because I no longer want to think of the trouble we could be in all the time I’m safe in Dom’s home.
It takes me three hours to organize my closet and I’ve never spent so long looking at clothes. I’ve never had money to buy nice things. Most of the dollars I earned at the gallery paid for my apartment and food. This is extreme wealth and I’m struggling to deal with that and when Dom finds me, I am trying on the most amazing lingerie that I have ever seen.
As I spin around admiring myself in the floor-length mirror, I catch his reflection as he leans against the door, regarding me with a wicked glint in his eye.
Our eyes meet and as I turn, he drags his gaze the length of me and I know exactly where his mind is.
“Do you like it?” I smile and turn, loving the lust that sparkles in his eyes.
“What do you think?”
I watch as he shifts off the wall and heads further into the room, stopping to grab a silk scarf from the floor.
“What…?”
I make to speak, and he presses his finger to his lips, effectively silencing me and spins me around, so my back is to him and binds my wrists behind my back with the scarf.
Then he pushes me against the mirror and with one hand around my neck, he lifts my face to see him in the reflection. The slightly crazed look in his eyes turns me on and as I hear the zipper on his pants lower, I catch my breath as his cock teases my entrance and he growls, “Watch me fuck you, baby.”
He pushes me harder against the mirror, my breasts pushed against the glass dressed in the finest silk. I note the flush to my face and the desire burning in my eyes as he edges inside with nothing between us.
“You’re…”
I make to speak, and he grins. “Bareback.”
He pushes in hard, causing me to hit the mirror and then lifts my face to watch him as he thrusts in deeper and faster, fucking me from behind. It’s so erotic. I’m dressed in nothing but scraps of silk that are held together with fine lace, the man behind me wearing a designer suit unzipped for only one purpose. It’s as if he’s using me and yet I know it’s nothing like that. He wants me, any way he can get it, and his tortured groans add to mine as he hammers me to the glass.
The white heat that explodes around me causes me to scream his name and as he fists my hair and comes hard, I love his thick, sticky cum, filling my drenched pussy. Some would say this is fucking, not making love, but I disagree. This is our kind of love, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
* * *
The closet is ruined.For the next hour, Dom fucks me on the floor, against the wall, on a bed of designer clothes and bent over the velvet covered bench. I straddle him, suck his cock and dance for him, and it’s as if we’re in our own private room in a sex club. Nothing else exists outside this room. This is our time to seal a deal that will be sealed many more times before we’re done. I can’t get enough of him and it’s obvious he feels the same, and it’s only when his phone vibrates that he stops and groans.
“Sorry baby, duty calls.” He pulls on his pants that are lying in a crumpled heap on the floor and throws me a wicked grin.
“Maybe you should clean up and then call Gretchen and ask her to feed you.”
