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When I look down and see Dominic holding up my waist as he fucks into me while I’m tied up, entirely at his mercy, I’m beyond turned on.
Dominic shows no mercy as he fucks in and out of me hard and fast. His strong fingers dig into the skin of my hips as he holds me in a perfect position.
“Fuck, Katarina,” he groans through gritted teeth. “I love fucking this sweet pussy of yours.”
His dirty talk is everything.
Eventually, he unties the restraints on each of my ankles and sets my legs on his shoulders. Good lord, the man knows how to make me lose my fucking mind.
That fact is even more true when he picks up the vibrator and sets it against my clit while he continues to pound into me.
“I want you to come one more time for me, Kitten.”
Just him saying the words is enough to send me over the edge again. I scream at the top of my lungs as my pussy clenches around him, drawing out his release.
After we finish, he gets up to quickly dispose of the condom. When he returns, he unties each of my wrists, massaging each one of them.
“Are you okay?” He asks. “Does anything hurt?”
“I’m okay, I promise,” I reassure him.
I stand up to stretch and use the bathroom. When I get back, Dominic waits for me in the bed.
Glancing at the clock, I see that we’ve been having sex for a few hours. I guess it’s true—time flies when you’re having fun.
I climb into bed next to him, and he pulls me close.
There are a million things I want to say to him—a million things running through my mind. My head spins with how great these past few days have been, but I have no idea how to vocalize that to Dominic.
So, I don’t say a word. Instead, I let my breathing even out as I start to drift off to sleep.
And the entire time, I pretend that I’m not going to be absolutely devastated after this week is over.
Chapter Fifteen
DOMINIC
Since I’m not going to work the following day, Katarina and I actually sleep in. And even after we wake up, we still lounge in bed all day. Part of me feels like I should be doing something productive, but I’m trying to live in the moment. And I must admit that the moments with Katarina are pretty damn special.
We’ve been ordering room service all day and getting to know each other better—or rather, I’m getting to know her a little better.
I ask her a ton of questions and learn that she loves spicy food, hates bugs, and barely graduated high school because she was always skipping class.
I decide to delve a little deeper and ask about her mom. The file I saw said she was deceased, but it didn’t list a cause of death.
“Brain tumor,” she says. “They didn’t catch it until late, so she didn’t suffer for long.”
“I’m sorry,” I reply, trying to offer some comfort, although I have no clue how.
“It happened a long time ago. Truth be told, I handled it a lot better than my dad did.”
“Is that when he started gambling?” I ask.
She nods. “It started with him just trying to blow off some steam. But he just kept losing more and more money. Eventually, he moved us from New York to Atlantic City to be closer to the casinos. He thought he could win all of our money back.”
“But he never did?”
“Bingo. And he kept borrowing money from the wrong kind of people to fuel his habit.”
