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"Don't say anything," Stella whispered and put her mass of skirts over his head. The door opened, and Stella cried out in alarm.
"Oh my god, do you mind? This room is occupied!" she shouted indignantly at the shocked man. "Get out, you pervert!"
"I'm sorry,signora," he said quickly, shutting the door again. Dom was shaking with laughter under her skirts, and she pulled them back quickly.
"You are crazy," he said, leaning forward into her lap.
"I had to think of something, and I couldn't let him see your face," Stella replied.
"I'll never complain about being pulled in between a beautiful woman's thighs."
"It's probably not what you had in mind tonight," Stella said, suddenly very aware of the position she was in.
Dom's eyes glowed behind his mask, the air in the room charging as he stared at her. "Actually, it's the only thing that's been on my mind since you pushed that drink into my hand."
"What are your thoughts now that you've succeeded?" Stella's heart raced, her breath hitching as Dom's warm hands pushed slowly up her bare thighs. God, he was barely touching her, and she was already coming apart.
"So many thoughts,misteriosa. It's hard to pick only one," he said. Even on his knees, Dom was still half a head taller than her.
Stella wanted to forget that he was on the Council of Ten, and that being with him was probably the most dangerous thing she'd ever do.
He's just Dom tonight, remember?Stella looped her legs around his hips, bringing him close so she could slide her hands up his chest.
"Kiss me," Dom begged, leaning down, and Stella pressed her lips to his.
Dom was gentle as he savored her. He tasted of stolen spritz cocktails and sin. Stella's hand tightened in his shirt as a small groan escaped her. Dom buried his hand in her loose hair, tilting her head back so he could deepen the kiss, and she began to drown in him.
Any remaining resistance Stella had about hooking up with the prince of Venice melted as fire burned through her veins.
Dom kissed her with a barely leashed hunger, and as his slightly rough tongue moved into her mouth, Stella knew she would break every rule she had if it meant having him just once.
Stella's hands pushed off his jacket and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, needing to touch his skin so badly her hands ached.
Dom lifted his mouth from hers long enough to say, "Let me help,bella."
He got rid of his shirt, and Stella stared at him. His skin was golden brown and deliciously muscled, but it was the tattoo that made her pause. Down the right side of his chest and ribs was a curling mass of red and black winged lions, all locked together in a complex pattern.
"This is so beautiful," Stella said, tracing the tattoo with her fingertips, her artist's eye appreciating the skill.
"No,theseare beautiful," Dom replied and kissed the tops of her breasts. He slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down.
Running his hands over her bare breasts, he made a husky sound of appreciation at the back of his throat before taking one nipple in his mouth. Stella gasped, her legs tightening around him as he sucked and teased.
Dom breathed in deeply, a growl reverberating through him.
"God, I can smell your arousal," he whispered against her skin.
"That's so unfair," Stella replied, trying not to be mortified that her body was giving him signals that she couldn't control.
"I smelled it when you shoved me under your skirts," Dom added, a touch of smugness in his tone. "It made me instantly hard, and I knew Ihadto have you, even if only for tonight." He pulled off his mask, but she stopped him from taking hers.
"No, I can't," Stella said quickly. She had shown him her hidden magic, and if he recognized her, he was legally bound to report her. Understanding flashed in his eyes, and he brushed his thumb over her jaw.
"Keep your secrets, just give me the rest," he replied.
"Thank you." Stella leaned forward to kiss him. He was even more handsome without the mask, and all of her self-control vanished as she ran her hands through his dark curls.
"Don't thank me yet." Dom gave her a wicked smile, unzipping the side of her dress. It came off in a hurried tumble of skirts, and then his hands were on her again, exploring the bare skin over her stomach and hips.
