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The pressure is so intense that I begin to go blind, deaf, and dumb, losing any train of rational thought as she bounces on my cock, milking it for all it’s worth. I open my eyes and meet her sultry stare matching my hooded gaze.

Another strangled moan leaves us both as we become unhinged and strain to keep our love within these four walls. Her small clit rubbing on me every time it meets its counterpart has a maddening effect on us both. Selene throws her head back, breathless and ethereal, as she keeps to her fierce and savage attack—enough to take me over the edge.

“I’m going to cum, baby. If you want me to pull out, I have to do it now,” my tone all gravel and full of plight.

“Cum with me, Dom. Please!” she cries, and we start to unravel as I coax out her orgasm, rubbing her small nub raw while riding us through the thunderous storm as it screams to the heavens.

“Dominic!” she wails, cumming so beautifully that I can’t help but fill her up with everything my body has to offer.

It takes us forever to find our way back to the real world, and the ugliness that awaits us.

With her delicate hands cradling my head, her eyes misty with unshed tears, she claws at my insides with her sweet childhood endearment.

“My beautiful, blue-eyed angel,” she sighs, her brow glistening and her cheeks pink from exertion.

Although I know it’s foolish, and that such truths should never part from my lips, my own words of worship leave me, “I love you, Red. I love you so fucking much.”

One small tear falls to her chin, and I lick its remains, going straight back to her mouth for one last kiss before we’re faced with the choices of the past.

Cruelty is our reality when my office phone starts to ring and breaks the spell we so adamantly want to keep hold of.

Selene is first to sever our bond, pulling away from me, while she commences to put back the discarded bra and the dress lying on the floor. I stand up to fix my own shirt, as I answer the phone.

“What?!” I bark out, annoyed by whoever threw the first stone at our fragile bliss.

“Yo, bossman. Just wanted to give you a heads up thatThe Thornis headed your way. Thought you might take issue with him barging in while you’re entertaining your lady friend,” he chuckles, full of innuendo, his not-so-subtle way of saying that every staff member upstairs must have heard us.

Like I give a fuck.

What is worrying is the fact that I had a meeting with Ciro and forgot all about it the moment I laid eyes on Red.

“Stall him,” I reply, hanging up the phone and throwing a worried look my girl’s way.

“What is it?”

“Red, as much as I want you on your knees for me one day, this is not how I pictured it,” I tell her, as I push her under my desk in one forceful move.

“Dominic, what the h—” she starts to say, but I slap my hand on her mouth.

“Shh, Red. We’re about to have company,” I say, right before my office door flies open.

“I told you he was here,” Ciro says to the anxious bouncer trailing behind him. “Dominic never misses an opportunity to go for a fun outing with me,” he sneers, his smooth, even tone causing the behemoth man behind him to turn green, with whatever horrid images he’s conceiving for what the Outfit enforcer and its ruthless underboss might consider being fun. “So are you ready?” he asks inquisitively while looking around the office with too curious a browse.

“Just finishing up some things here and I’ll be good to go,” I tell him, staring at the pitch black screen of my computer.

“Hurry up then,” he replies irritably. “I’ll grab a drink upstairs while you finish up. This office smells too much like cheap sex and cum for my stomach to take,” he goads.

“Yet the smell of blood doesn’t bother you at all,” I tease back.

“I like what I like.” He shrugs unapologetically and heads back out the door without another word.

The bouncer doesn’t move from his frozen position though. I stand up from my seat and walk over to look him in the eye.

“Keep him upstairs and don’t let him move until I say so. Otherwise, the next person I’ll be fucking is you. And trust me, it’ll be your junk, not mine, that I’ll shove up your ass. You understand me?” I warn menacingly.

“Yes, boss,” he croaks and runs out the door to do my bidding. I slam it shut, this time locking it from the inside.

I walk over to my desk, kneel, and see a pale-faced Red shaken to her core. If I didn’t know it was only Ciro who interrupted us, I’d swear she looks as if she has just heard the devil himself.