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Chapter nineteen

Dominic

S he thinks she’s slick. And damn it, she is. When I tell her to show me her hands, she lifts them slow, trembling, glistening under the hallway light — truth dripping from her fingertips.

She bats those thick lashes at me, playing innocent, but her hard nipples press against silk pajamas and her thick porcelain legs exposed. My cock throbs as she blushes—as if she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing to me. As if she hasn’t been driving me insane for days.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice is soft as velvet.

Good question, Dominic. What the fuck are you doing outside her door in the middle of the night?

I knew I shouldn’t have checked the camera. I always scan it before bed to ensure she isn’t plotting another escape—but I didn’t expect to find her hands on fingering her pussy, pushing my control to the breaking point.

“You know why I’m here.” I plant my hand on the doorframe above her head, leaning in slowly. Close enough to feel heat radiating from her skin, to smell that intoxicating mix of arousal and vanilla. “The question is, are you going to let me in?”

She drags it out, testing me, daring me. Her throat bobs, those defiant eyes flicking between my mouth and the thin line keeping us apart. My eyes stay locked on hers. I see it—the hesitation slipping, confidence taking its place. She’s already decided—just hasn’t admitted it yet.

Her arousal lingers, sweet and fucking intoxicating... If she wants to be reminded what it means to come undone, I’ll make sure she never forgets. I’m leaving this in her hands. And if she tells me to leave, fine—I’ll handle it in a cold shower.

“I’m waiting, Ale—“

A sharp inhale is all I manage before she launches herself at me. Her arms wrap around my neck, lips crashing against mine with enough force to make me stumble back. But I recover immediately, steadying us both.

And fuck… I’m gone.

The moment her mouth touches mine, something inside me snaps. My restraint. My patience. Every shred of control I’ve maintained.

My cock’s hard as steel against the heat of her body. She presses against me—desperate, reckless, like sanity has abandoned her completely.

“Good fucking girl,” I growl against her lips, tasting her sweet breath, claiming what’s mine.

Her body arches into me, soft curves molding against hard muscle as my hands slide down to grip her thick thighs. I lift her effortlessly. She clutches at me, nails scraping my scalp as she tugs my hair like she’s drowning and I’m her only lifeline.

I carry her into the room, our mouths battling, tongues sliding, her nails digging into my neck. The air between us is scorching, charged with electricity that’s been building since that night four years ago.

The mattress creaks as I drop her, a sharp inhale caught in her throat. Not gentle, but not brutal either—just enough to make her feel the weight of what’s coming.

Her hair spills across the sheets like a wildfire, lips parted, breath hitching. I brace my hands beside her head, caging her in. Her fingers curl into my shirt, yanking me closer.

Our lips crash together again. I drag my teeth across her bottom lip, tasting, teasing, demanding more. Her moan ripples through her body into mine, settling low and tight in my gut.

My palm slides lower, tracing the delicate silk covering curves. I slip my hand inside her waistband, igniting fire along smooth flesh—Christ, she’s dripping. I do it slowly at first—watching her body betray her. Her breath catches as my fingers find her clit—already swollen, begging for attention. She jerks, hips bucking as I roll slow, merciless circles.

Alessa squirms against my palm, legs tensing, her nails sink deeper into my shoulders. My cock aches, imagining her wrapped around me, how good she’ll feel when I finally sink inside this greedy little fica .

I swallow every sound she makes—those breathy gasps, the whimper that escapes when my tongue slides against hers. My hands roam possessively, one sliding beneath her shirt to feel the hot skin I’ve been denied. Her tits are full, perfectly sized for my hands. Like she was made for me.

She shudders violently when my fingers reach her waistband again, teasing the edge. I smirk against her lips when she whimpers, thighs pressing together instinctively.

“Legs wide open for me, piccola.” My voice is rough, edged with danger. She bites her lower lip as she obeys, parting her thighs just enough, those green eyes begging me to ruin her.

So, I do.

Gliding my free hand through her slick pussy “All for me?” I murmur, dragging through her heat, and she chokes out something between a moan and a curse.

She bucks against my hand, frantic, grinding against my fingers. When I press a slow, devastating stroke where she needs it most, her entire body trembles.

“You like that, don’t you, tesoro ?”

“Dominic,” she gasps, my name a prayer on her lips.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Hmm...”

“Say it,” I demand, needing to hear her surrender. “Tell me who this wet pussy’s for, Alessa.”

“You,” she whimpers, breaking. “My wet pussy’s for you, baby.”

Baby? Those words from her lips send blood rushing to my already painfully hard cock.

I clench my jaw, groaning as I slide two fingers inside her. She tightens around me, her inner walls gripping me as I work her with purpose. Each touch draws another ragged sound, another tremble. The slick sound of her arousal fills the room, mixing with our harsh breathing.

She’s coming undone. Her body arcs off the bed, hands cupping my face like she needs an anchor. Her hips roll desperately, chasing the pleasure only I can give.

“That’s it, Alessa mia .” My lips brush her ear, free hand gripping her hip to keep her exactly where I want her. I curl my fingers inside her, feeling her juices coat my hand.

“Take what you need, piccola.”

She’s spiraling. Her head falls back, lips parted, my name a broken whisper as she tightens around my fingers. “Dominic, please,” she begs, voice breaking. “I—I’m going to come-”

My hands stop abruptly. I slip out my fingers, leaving her empty and desperate. Her head snaps up, face shocked. I don’t speak—only offer a wicked smirk as I deliberately lick her taste from my fingers. Sweet and tart and absofuckinglutely mine.

Her thighs tremble as I press her against the mattress, grip firm and possessive, spreading her further beneath me.

“Dominic,” she whispers, fingers tangling in my hair as I drag my mouth down her neck, unbuttoning her silk top. Her breasts spill out, nipples hard and begging for attention. I press forward feeling the weight of her tits on my face before taking one into my mouth—sucking while rolling the other between my fingers.

I work my mouth lower, kissing and marking every inch of skin. She shudders when I reach her hips, my hands busy removing her shorts. They hit the floor with one swift motion, leaving Alessa completely exposed.

Sinking to my knees, I dig my fingers into her thighs, tugging her ass to the edge of the bed. She yelps in surprise before laughing—the sound turning into a gasp as I settle between her legs. The sight of her spread out for me makes me strain painfully against my sweats.

I run my hands up that silky skin, mesmerized by how wet she is for me. Glistening, swollen and begging for my mouth.

“ Mingya ,” I groan, bringing my lips to her aching clit. “You smell so fucking perfect.”

She squirms, fingers tugging my hair, trying to pull me closer. My tongue runs the length of her cunt before thrusting inside, tasting her essence.

“Oh God, Dominic,” she moans, writhing against me. I tighten my grip on her thighs, locking her in place. “Please. Faster.”

I chuckle against her sensitive flesh, but obey, increasing my pace, my tongue delving deeper. Her hands leave my hair, caressing my arm before her nails dig into my skin. I offer my palm, and she intertwines her fingers with mine, clinging.

I bring my free hand to my mouth, wetting my fingers before sliding them back inside her, my tongue focusing on her clit.

“Dominic, please,” she begs, breathless. “You’re going to make me come like this.”

I groan my approval, savoring her pussy—addictive, perfect, mine. I devour her, alternating between slow, torturous licks and deep strokes that make her entire body jerk.

“Fuck—“she gasps, thighs tensing around my head as I slurp her swollen clit between my lips, rolling my tongue over it with devastating precision.

She’s unraveling again, hips rocking against my mouth, chasing every sensation. I press my tongue flat against her, groaning as she grinds herself on me, needy and frantic.

“Oh my God! Fuck, Dominic! I’m so close,” she cries out, body trembling.

No God here, tesoro… Just me.

“Can I come?” I don’t answer, just increase my speed. She writhes beneath me. “Dominic!”

“Fucking beg.” The words rumble against her sensitive flesh.

“Please,” she sobs, her entire body shaking.

“Please what?”

“I want to come, please,” she mewls. “Please.”

“Come, Alessa,” I command, fingers and mouth working faster.

And she shatters.

A strangled cry tears from her throat as her body arches off the bed, trembling violently, thighs clamping around me as I push her through every second of her release. She’s still pulsing around my fingers when I finally pull away, licking my lips as I crawl back up her body.

“That’s one,” I smirk, brushing my mouth over hers, letting her taste herself. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Aftershocks ripple through her as I drag my mouth up her skin, kicking off my sweats.

“Damn baby you’re so fucking responsive, aren’t you?” She bites her lip and nods, face flushed. I settle over her, my weight pressing her into the mattress, swallowing her gasp as I kiss her deeply. She moans, rolling up, seeking more.

I groan, the feel of her wet and ready beneath me makes my cock throb with need.

“Tell me you want this dick, Alessa.” My voice is thick, strained with the effort of control.

“I want you deep inside me, please.” She answers without hesitation, nails digging into my back. “I need you.”

That’s all it takes.

“Condom?”

She shakes her head quickly. “No.”

“But—”

“Just fucking pull out,” she pants, voice edged with impatience. “I’ll get a morning-after pill, I don’t care. Just please, fuck me.”

“Alessa—”

“Dominic.” Her frustration ignites the savage in me.

“I’m clean, and I really need you now.”

I grip her thighs, dragging them higher around my waist, positioning myself against her swollen, slick entrance. I drag my cock through her wetness, teasing and smacking her clit with the head, watching her tremble.

Her breath catches. “Dominic...”

“Shh, tesoro . I’ve got you.” I brush my lips over hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Please,” she whispers.

“You’re...” I slowly push the head inside, meeting slight resistance before her wetness eases my way. With one powerful thrust, her walls stretch around me like a fucking accordion, and I’m buried to the hilt. “Mine.”

The sound that escapes her is pure sin.

Her pussy is perfect around me, stretching to accommodate every inch. I groan, jaw clenched as I fight for control, watching her expression as I slowly withdraw before slamming back inside. Deeper. Claiming every part of her.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, biting her lip as her body arches. I grip her thighs, hooking her legs over my shoulders, driving deeper.

look at those tits bounce.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Alessa.”

Her head falls back, lips parted, completely undone.

“You make me feel so good,” she sobs, sweat glistening on her skin, eyes rolling back. “So… fucking… good,” she repeats, legs shaking.”

I pause… edging my release while giving her time to adjust as I lower her legs,—but she doesn’t want that—she rolls her hips bucking upward, taking me deeper while wrapping her legs around my waist, nails scoring my shoulders.

That’s it. My last thread of restraint snaps.

I pull back, then slam into her, hard and deep. In and out.Again and again.

“Faster,” she demands. “Please, Dominic. Fuck me faster.”

She cries out, her head bobbing as I obey, her hands pulling me closer. And then I give her everything.

I pound into her, deep, unrelenting, merciless. Each thrust draws gasps and desperate whimpers from her lips. The headboard slams against the wall, the air thick with the sound of skin meeting skin, our harsh breathing, and the squelching sounds of me claiming her completely. I press my forehead to hers, breath hot against her lips as I drive into her. “Feel that? Feel how perfectly you take my cock, Alessa?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“You feel how tight your pussy is for me? How fucking wet you are?”

She whimpers, nodding beyond words.

I slide my hand between us, thumb rubbing precise circles over her swollen clit. She grabs my arm, nails digging into muscle as she chants my name.

“I’m so close,” she begs, a tear escaping down her temple.

“Yes, tesoro .”

“Pull out,” she gasps, legs still locked around me. When I don’t answer, she adds, “Please, pull out.”

“I will,” I promise, increasing pressure on her clit. “Come for me, Alessa.”

Her body shatters, a cry tearing from her throat, inner walls clenching. With only seconds to spare, I pull out, pumping my cock against her stomach.

White streaks of cum splatter across her skin, marking her as mine. Her chest heaves as she looks down at my still-pulsing cock.

For long moments, the only sound is our ragged breathing.

I press my forehead to hers, then kiss her—slow this time. Deep. Possessive.

Like I’ve marked her as my own.

Because she is.

I grab a fresh cloth, rinse it under warm water, and return to the bedroom. Three orgasms in under an hour, yet thoughts of Alessa have me burning all over again.

Just as sleep nearly claimed me, I checked the feed from her room. The subtle movement beneath her sheets caught my attention, then her hitched breathing.

She’s sprawled across the bed now, bare chest rising with each breath, body still trembling, legs dangling off the edge. I approach, nudging her legs aside.

Alessa scoots over to make room, hair spread like a halo. Something tightens in my chest as her scent envelops me—vanilla mixed with musk.

I take her leg, pressing a kiss to her knee before cleaning the streaks from her thigh. The act feels dangerously intimate, a line crossed tonight.

For the first time in years, thoughts of the Commission fade. All I see is her—the woman whose body I’ve claimed again after four years of haunting dreams.

“What are you thinking?” Her fingers trace patterns on my forearm.

“Off the top of my head…I’m thinking about making you come one more time.” She laughs, cracking something in me.

“I can’t,” she purrs, teeth grazing her bottom lip.

“Oh, you can,” I challenge. “I’m just gentleman enough to let you catch your breath.”

“Meaning this might happen again?” Her eyebrows pull together, worry threading through her words.

“You think I’m going to stop now that I’ve tasted you again?” Four years I’ve waited, and she still moans my name the same way.

“Well this is…complicated,” she says. “I’m not helping the Commission kill my father, and if this is manipulation to make me tell you where he is, it’s a fucked-up move.”

“It’s not, Alessa,” I assure. “But you need to understand, the Commission will fly down here any day with questions. If they take you, I can’t protect you.”

I need her to see I’m the lesser evil, that trusting me is her only chance. After revealing her father’s probable involvement in Isabella’s death, I’ve seen her certainty cracking—and I need those cracks to shatter. Because becoming a made man remains my priority.

She frowns, lost in thought, as I finish cleaning her body.

“How about we don’t talk about the Commission right now,” she suggests.

“Okay, piccola.” Silence falls between us. I watch her eyes close. “I’m going to church tomorrow. And I want you to come with me.”

Her green eyes snap open, fixing on mine.

“First of all, no,” she replies. “Second, don’t you think it’s inappropriate to talk about church when we just finished fucking?”

“Oh, you think we’re done?” I set the cloth aside, fingers trailing up her thigh. “I’m just getting started.”

Alessa shifts, pulling the duvet up. I slide under the same covers, watching her.

“I don’t want to go to church. I haven’t stepped foot in one for years.”

“Which explains why you’re a little she-devil. But I wasn’t asking. You’re going.”

The conflict is clear on her face—desire for me warring with hatred for what I represent. But tonight, desire won.

Because despite everything—the Commission, my ambitions, her father—Alessa Russo is mine now. And God help anyone who tries to take what belongs to me.