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Dominic stared at me, his eyes were no longer cold, but there was a charm in them "Did I tell you this dress suits you?" Dominic licked his lips softly. "Um." I nodded. I guess Dominic was probably a little drunk, so his memory was worse than usual. "But now I don't like seeing you wearing it." "So what do you want me to wear?" "I want... to see you... naked..."

“Surviving doesn’t mean you have to do it alone.” She scoffed, the bitterness spilling free. “Alone is exactly how it feels.” His mouth twitched with frustration. “You’re shutting me out.” “Maybe because sometimes it feels like you’re not even here,” Serena shot back, the exhaustion bleeding through her words. Dominic’s silence was a quiet storm, his gaze unwavering. Then, with a sly, teasing edge, he asked, “So, how’s your favorite human? Still spending time with Dope?”

I cry out. Suddenly, Dominic removes his hand, leaving me empty and confused. I open my eyes and see him kneeling in front of me, gliding his hands up and down my thighs. “I need to taste you. Just one taste. Is that okay? Can I make you cum on my tongue?”

I asked, pulling my teeth away just to bite harder when another wail had burst free from him. “No… of course not. Stop, okay! I haven’t thought of Marcus like that after our sex I've not been hard or aroused like that,” Dominic groaned as I pulled my mouth off his ears, staring intently at him. “Then tell me… whose cock do you picture… whose face do you see when you stroke this long hard cock of yours?... Tell me who you belong to, Dominic … I want to hear you say it…” He parted his lips to speak as I straddled him again, pushing my ass against his cock and running my fingers around his thighs, closer to his balls.

"That's the name… that’s the name you should moan." Dominic’s hands squeeze my parted buttcheeks as his hips rock deeper and faster into me. there is so much I wish to say, so much I wish to ask like, ‘How can you do this with a wife?’ but the only sounds that leave my mouth are 'Oh God’ ‘Oh God', I bet I can be a priestess with the number of prayers that leave my lips. "That's it, that’s it, baby…” Dominic soothes before Adrian's voice finds its place.

Or… I hesitated before asking, “Fiona, do you—” “I see you found us,” a deep voice interrupted. I turned to see Dominic. He was standing by the sliding glass doors, wearing a fresh white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His hair was damp, probably from swimming earlier, and he was rubbing a towel over his head lazily. His gaze flickered between Fiona and me. Damn it. I wanted to press Fiona for answers. To ask if she knew. If she really knew about who Blake really is to Dominic’s life. But now, with Dominic here… I couldn’t.

“That’s because it’s not just sex.” “What is it then?” Dominic’s voice was low, almost reverent. “It’s you. You made it mean something.

my weak voice calls out, tears streaming down my face, my throat dry and cracked as I look up at her but my eyes meet with a different person. “Dominic” I whisper my eyes meeting with his sad ones. “Cara Mia,” he says softly walking forward. “What forgot your keys? Want to confess more feelings for Grace?” I raise a brow at him, trying to wipe away my tears from my red eyes. “I know you love her, you’ve made that very obvious tonight Dominic, you don’t have to say anything to me or prove anything to me anymore” I turn my head away watching him move closer slowly, approaching me like some lion about to eat.