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"It's not." He shook his head. "But then I thought about what it would mean to be with you. To have you in my bed every night. And I realized that I couldn't do that to you."
I took a step towards him. "Why?"
Dominic shrugged. "I'm dangerous for you, little bird."
I took another step towards him, my eyes locked onto his. "I can handle danger, Dominic," I said, my voice low and husky. "I crave it. I craveyou."
Dominic's eyes flickered with desire and hesitation, his body tense as he tried to resist my advances. But I could see the lust in his eyes, the way his body was responding to mine, and I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
I closed the distance between us and pressed my body against his, feeling the hard muscle of his chest against my breasts. He groaned and his hands went to my hips, pulling me closer to him.
Our lips met in a heated, passionate kiss, our tongues tangling as we explored each other. I felt his hands sliding down to my ass, squeezing it roughly as he pulled me tighter against him.
It felt good to have Dominic touch me roughly instead of always being so careful with me. I liked how he had treated me like an equal in the ring except for that one moment when his chivalry took over.
Then even as he was kissing me, I realized he was looking over my shoulder out onto the lawn.
I yanked away. “What’s going on, Dom? For real? Are we in some kind of danger?”
He licked his lips, looking concerned, as his walls finally fell. “Maybe. Probably not… but it makes me realize I don’t want to put you in danger.”
“I’ve been puttingyouin danger since we got here,” I said. “Because if Gavin realizes what Aiden is up to, I don’t think that crown is going to pass peacefully from one head to another.”
“True,” he said roughly. “But I… did something last night. Without clearing it with Aiden, and…”
He chewed his lower lip.
“Tell me,” I said gently.
“I don’t want to put you in the middle. Make you keep secrets from him when I know you care for him—”
“I’m an assassin,” I said. “I can compartmentalize. Go ahead and tell me, Dominic. And I’ll help you face whatever danger comes for us. We’ll be a team.”
He seemed to melt at those words. “You’re too good for us, you know that, little bird?”
“I’m aware,” I teased. “But I’m throwing my lot in with you all anyway.”
His lips met mine in another kiss, but this one was slow and gentle, as if he was savoring me. “Let’s talk about this in the shower,” he suggested.
I wasn’t sure if he was suggesting the shower to add another layer of sound-proofing or because he wanted us clean for sex, but I was down either way. I nodded, and he led the way to his room.
It was odd to realize I hadn’t yet been in this particular mobster’s room. His room was decorated in shades of dark gray and glossy black. The low lighting set a moody ambience even though it was so sunny out, and even though Dominic seemed so sunny himself in his own way.
Black sheets draped the large platform bed. The curtains at the window matched the towel hanging over a modern chair. A large, square, metal shelving unit in black rested against the soaring wall opposite the bed and held his books. It was cool, quiet, and a bit unsettling, as if he had never felt comfortable in his own bed.
He led me into the sumptuous bathroom, which was also dark, with an expansive shower with a pebbled bottom. Like Xander's, there was a slab of black marble like a bench running along one side of the shower, and over it was a series of brushed metal rainfall showerheads.
Dominic pulled off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and muscular chest. I loved seeing his colorful tattoos across his chest and arms; they made his body feel like a secret only I knew.
My eyes raked over his body hungrily, and he grinned at me as he noticed.
He stepped into the shower and I followed him, my body pressed up against his as we stood under the steaming water.
"What is it you need to tell me?" I asked before I could get distracted. “What kind of trouble are we in?”
His lips tugged, as if he appreciated the way I implied we were a team. “You know how Gavin’s branching into bringing in enslaved women from other countries?”
His words were blunt. He didn’t try to muffle the horror by calling itthe skin tradeas Aiden had.
