Chapter 35
Lily
The most powerful orgasm of my life has not had a chance to fully dissipate before my limp body is flipped over.
The sight of Dominico's tongue dragging along the side of the large dildo as he laps up the result of my orgasm draws a shocked gasp from me. Not the first, and if the evening so far is anything to go by, it certainly won’t be the last. He throws the object on the bed beside me, running his tongue along his bottom lip all the while staring at me with a desire I cannot comprehend.
I’ve never had a sexual partner like this before. One who puts my needs before their own. If this is what sex is like, then I’ve definitely been missing out. Every cell in my body is singing. Moving. Sparking. I’m alive.
The cool breeze from the beach is welcome against my overly heated skin. The scorching inferno caused by not only the massage and orgasm minutes ago but also Dominico’s gaze drifting over my sensitized skin makes me wonder if I will survive this. Survive Dominico .
“I’ve been dreaming of this, il mio fiorellino , of fucking you.
I’ve never had a woman before who can comfortably handle my size, but something tells me you will take me just perfectly,” he growls, and I shiver.
I’m not even afraid. I’m so excited and turned on thinking of him splitting me in two, that jealousy of another woman being in this position before me is luckily overshadowed. Does that make me crazy?
“The fact that my words are making you wetter confirms that you, Lily Sante, are ideal in every way for me. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”
I’m speechless. How does a man who has killed people, who is one of the most powerful alpha males in the world, make little old me feel as invincible? As valuable. As special. As strong?
It’s starting to seep into the place where the little voice telling me I’m not good enough lives. Slowly, that voice is becoming dimmer and more indiscernible. It's been happening incrementally since meeting Dominico.
“Are you ready for me, Mrs. Sante?” Dominico smirks as he hooks his arms under my legs and pulls me toward the end of the bed, where he is standing. His stiff cock is making my mouth dry.
“Up. Hands on the pole.” He points to the black metal pole of the canopy directly above me.
I scramble up, the cool metal under my hands adding to the excitement.
Dominico hooks my legs over his forearms, a squeak leaving me as I dangle from the pole.
He is holding most of my weight, his muscular arms bunching under my thighs as he moves me into position.
I’ve never been taken like this before, and just thinking of how absolutely deep and penetrating this angle will be gets my juices flowing.
I want this so badly that I can barely contain myself.
He lowers me, and I can feel him at my entrance, drawing a moan from me.
“I can feel how excited you are to be fucked by my big cock, Lily. Your juices are dripping down my shaft, little flower.” Oh my god.
His filthy words, so clearly spoken in the silence of the night, send a shiver down my spine to join with the growing feeling in the pit of my stomach.
An orgasm is building, and he isn’t even inside me yet.
I was about to be fucked by the Don of the Mafia. My husband. Dominico. “Daddy Dom.”
“Say it again.” Dominico’s eyes are slits, the lethal look in their depths, coupled with the way his hands are deliciously squeezing my ass, tells me that I shouldn't play games with him right now. Nor do I want to. I'm as eager for him to be inside me as he is.
“Daddy Dom." The slow smile that splits his face as he lowers me onto his cock is magnificent.
I will never forget this moment. Ever. It is seared into my memory as fully as his cock is being impaled into my slowly stretching pussy.
But I need more. I need him to stop treating me like I can't handle him. I can.
“It feels so good," I hesitate, the look on his face displaying his surprise at my vocalization of how he makes me feel. I am hoping that my words have the same impact on him as his do on me. Perhaps I can push him to lose control.
"The way your big cock is stretching me, filling me, it's delicious Dominico. I want more. I need more.”
His eyebrow cocks, and he halts his progress, processing what I am requesting. I hold his gaze and lift my eyebrow before giving him what I know will do the trick. Loud and clear. Confident.
“Please, Daddy Dom.”
And just like that, he drops me. The scream of ecstasy as he impales me on his length is stolen by his lips covering mine.
His cock and his mouth ravage me, his thrusts into me so deep that I lose my mind.
He bottoms out with every plunge, fucking me deeper and harder, faster and faster, until my head rolls back, and I feel like I am delirious.
And then I fall apart, spasming around his long, thick shaft as I scream out his name.
My grip on the pole loosens, and then I let go, captured by Dominico, who slides out of me before flipping me so that I am on all fours on the bed.
And then he drives into me again, while his hands palm my ass, spreading me.
I jerk when I feel his digit at an entrance that has never been touched so intimately before.
“Relax, il mio fiorellino , I won’t hurt you. Trust me.” His voice sounds strained, and when I nod, he resumes his feverish pace, his thrust building a fluttering of feelings in my core—another orgasm.
When he slips his finger into my puckered hole, I lose it, and so does he. Fast quick thrusts, and then he jerks into me as I spasm around his cock, and when I feel the first burst of his come, it escalates my orgasm, drawing it out as I squeeze every drop from his length.
“ Mi distruggi, piccolo fiore ,” Dominico whispers as he pulls me towards him, slipping out of me as the mess we make dribbles down my inner thigh and onto the sand.
He picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, before he kisses me slowly. Passionately.
“You are mine,” he whispers into my ear as he walks us towards the beach and the water lapping at the shore.
“Time to clean off, but make no mistake, this is just the beginning. Now that I know how well you take my cock, I am greedy. Insatiable.”
As sensitive as I am, his threat causes my vagina to clench in anticipation. He is right. He is big, and I can see how some women might not like it. But the combination of pain and pleasure was something I thoroughly enjoyed.
He walks us into water that is surprisingly warm. He doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he holds me, his silver-grey eyes locked with mine.
“Tomorrow, I will take you for a tour of my island. There is much to see. And many places I would like to fuck you in.” He smirks as he says that, and I laugh, feeling lighter and freer than ever.
“Am I erasing other memories?” I ask, the usual jealousy amiss. Perhaps because I am beginning to believe what he is saying. That it is different with me. That he is different with me.
“No. I’ve never brought anyone here. Not even Dante and Nero. I usually come here alone. When I need to escape.”
“Escape what?” I ask, curious about what drives a man like him to solitude. It is my preferred space, but not everyone feels the same.
“Everyone. Being Don means I am always surrounded by people, and most of them want to kill me. Even now, one of the people I call family is no doubt planning a way to take me out so they can be head of the famiglia .” His words are so blasé that I wonder how many times he has been threatened in his life.
So many times that it has become a regular occurrence.
“Who would want to do that?” I think back to all the people in the inner circle I have met, but all of them seem dodgy to me, so I wouldn’t begin to imagine who it is.
"Many people, but right now, it is Rocco Bianchi. I can’t prove it, but my senses are rarely wrong about people.
I’m telling you this because I want you to be careful, even when just trying to get back at me.
Don’t let your desire to rile me up override the clear danger behind every man in my world, il mio fiorellino , especially now that you are my wife.
You must be careful. If they really know how much you mean to me, they will use you against me.
” His eyes flicker with anger and then with an emotion that is brief but present: fear.
It is not one I see often in this man, and it is because of me.
“But it won’t happen, right?” If something happened to Dominico, I would be a dead person. What is funny, though, is how secondary that thought has become now that another emotion has surpassed it.
I love him. He is the first person in my life to truly see me for who I am and love me for who I am—the first person to care for me. Being a dead person, if he is not around now, doesn't even scare me. I can't imagine my life without him.
“If he gets the funds, he will buy people to side with him. But I’m always ready. I have been Don for a long time. Someone is always trying to take my place, so don’t worry.” His finger strokes my cheek reassuringly.
“Where would he get the funds?” I ask, curious as the currency these men deal in is millions.
“The underground sex trafficking syndicate. There is a large amount of money generated from that trade, and I know he wants us to get involved, but it is not a business I condone. We are trying to shut them down, but I cannot reach the head of the snake. If he does make a deal with them, he could secure the funds he needs to stage a coup.”
My eyes widen at Dominico’s words as a cold hand of dread squeezes the breath out of me. Oh no.
“What, Lily?” Dominico’s eyes are slits, his senses honing in on my reaction like only a man who lives on constant high alert can.
I shake my head, unable to speak, as my eyes water with emotion. He carries us out of the water and toward the bed while I bury my head into his neck.
Threats play through my mind. Ones that constantly left me fearing for my life.
“If you don’t fucking behave, I can replace you in the blink of an eye. With one who is better trained than you. Do you want to join the others, Lily? Do you, ungrateful bitch!?”
That’s what Johnathan used to threaten me with before physically assaulting me.
I was a coward. I remained with him rather than be sent to ‘the pharmacy,’ where he kept all the women.
I saw what had been done to them and was so afraid that I chose the easy way out.
I stayed with him instead. I cry as I think about how weak I am.
“Little flower, what is wrong?” Dominico asks as he pulls the cover from the bed and drapes it over me before cradling me in his lap while I cry.
“I-I left them there—all those girls. I was scared,” I whisper, unable to meet Dominico’s gaze.
“What girls? What are you talking about?” Dominico asks, gently guiding my chin up with his fist.
“The girls. The ones that are part of that. I’ve seen them.
Johnathan showed me and threatened to send me there if I didn’t behave.
So I stayed with him. I stayed with him like a coward while all those girls suffered.
” I break down as the guilt I've been carrying finally crushes me. I have admitted it. I’ve told part of my secret.
I just need to spill the rest. I have a way to stop all of it.
“When I left Johnathan, I took everything. All the evidence. Everyone involved. It’s all on a USB stick.
That’s why he wants me back. But,” I shake my head, the tears running down my face, “But I don’t have it.
I hid it in the apartment in the vase in the corridor.
On that last day, when I left him, he suspected what I had done and attacked me.
I fought back for the first time in our relationship when I saw the look in his eye.
He was going to kill me. I fled before retrieving it.
I’m so sorry, Dominico. All those girls. It’s my fault they are still there.”
“If what you say is true, this is big, Lily. And it is not something you could have solved on your own. You didn’t do anything wrong. Okay?” I sniffle and nod my head. He wasn’t wrong. This was a scandal of massive proportions.
Senator Johnathan Edward Williams, along with a handful of other high-ranking officials, were part of the biggest sex trafficking syndicate in the Northern Hemisphere.
And I had the evidence to prove it.