Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SERENA
L ying in bed after the most intense sexual experience of my life, my body and mind feel disconnected. My limbs are leaden, and I feel like I’m sinking into the mattress while my brain drifts off into space. I feel used, wrung out, sore, but in the best possible way. It feels like Dominick owns a piece of my soul now.
Dom arranges us into the spooning position with my back pressed into his front, my head resting on his bicep, and his huge body curled around me, enveloping me in his heat. My thighs are wet and sticky from his release, and I can feel his cock, still semi-hard, pressed into my backside. I want to go to the bathroom so I can clean myself up, but I don’t have the strength to move, and being surrounded by Dom’s warm embrace feels like a drug.
“You did so good for me, Kitten. You take my cock so well. This pussy was made for me.” Dom kisses the back of my neck gently. I let out a low happy hum at his praise and let myself sink into his embrace.
“Mmm…I should get cleaned up. You…you didn’t use a condom. I’m a mess.” My words are sleepy and lacking conviction. My body and mind are exhausted, more than ready to fall into the deepest sleep. “I feel like this is an important conversation we should have.” I try to pry myself out of Dominick’s hold, but he tightens his grip, one arm banding around my shoulders, the other moving lower until his free hand is cupping my pussy, wet and dripping with his cum. A startled gasp escapes my lips as I feel him gather up his release and push it back inside me.
“Nu-uh, Kitten. Not yet. I like knowing part of me is still inside of you. It’s so fucking hot.” Dom nips at my ear playfully as he lazily finger fucks me, causing my core to clench in arousal.
“Dom…” His name is a plea, but I don’t know what I’m asking for. My hips buck mindlessly into his hand as he grinds his erection against my backside. The arm banded around my shoulders shifts so he’s cupping my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers. He nips and sucks at my neck as I writhe against him, consumed by arousal.
“That’s it, Kitten. Take it.” Dom removes his hand from my center, and uses it to lift up my top leg, spreading me open for him. In the next instant he is thrusting his once again rock-hard cock into my aching core from behind.
“Oh God, Dom…” This time Dom thrusts into me, lazily, like he has all the time in the world to make me come. What was previously a frantic claiming has turned into a languid, sensual coming together of two souls. Soon, the ache between my legs dissipates as another orgasm builds, becoming the only sensation I can focus on. This orgasm isn’t the explosive release from before. It comes over me like a wave breaking against the shore, drowning every thought in my head in pleasure. Seconds later, I feel Dom stiffen, coming undone again, filling me with himself. Any urge or need to move has left me completely, and I let my eyes fall closed as I drift into an exhausted, satisfied sleep.
A scream and the sound of breaking glass startles me out of my dreamless sleep. I sit up in bed, frantic, looking around for the disturbance. My room is dark, and the left side of my bed is empty.
“Dom?” I call, climbing out from under the covers. I slip on his shirt and crack open my bedroom door to figure out what is going on.
“Who are you?! Why are you in my home?!” I hear my mom’s distressed yell and immediately jump into action. Shit, she must’ve woken up and seen Dom, not remembering he was coming over tonight.
“Laura, calm down…I’m here with Serena.”
I hear another crash, and the sound of shattering glass echoes through the house.
“Mom! Stop! It’s fine!” I yell down the stairs. My heart is pounding in my chest as I race downstairs. It’s been a long time since Mom has had a freak out over her memory. Routine and consistency are key to dealing with her condition and keeping her from realizing just how much she’s lost. An unknown man surprising her in her own home in the middle of the night must have scared her to death.
When I reach the kitchen, I see Mom standing by the sink, eyes wild with fright, another glass in hand, ready to throw it at Dominick. Dom is standing on the other side of the island, hands up in a placating manner, shirtless and only wearing his boxer briefs, his jaw clenched in frustration. I move to push past him, but he grabs me, stopping my progress before I step on the glass-covered floor.
“Mom, please. Stop. This is Dom, my boyfriend. You know him. You’ve met him plenty of times. He spent the night with me.” My mom jerks her gaze over to me, taking us in, standing side by side.
“I…I know him?” Her voice is soft, uncertain. She looks back at Dom with a dubiousness clouding her eyes.
“Yes, Mom, you know him. He’s been here having dinner with us every week. He brings us food from your favorite Chinese restaurant. We’ve been dating for almost two months.”
“Oh…God. I’m so sorry.” Mom’s face crumples in despair, and I push past Dom, mindful to step around the glittering shards of glass that litter the floor. When I get to her, I wrap her up in a hug, applying pressure, hoping to stave off the panic attack I know is coming.
“It’s okay, Mom. I should’ve left you a note letting you know he stayed over.” Mom’s shoulders shake as she cries into my, well, Dom’s shirt. I make soothing noises as I hold her, letting her cry out her fear and shock. In my periphery, I see Dom grab the broom and start sweeping up the broken glass. His face is dark and unreadable.
“I’m going to take Mom to her room. I’ll be back.”
Dom doesn’t say anything, just gives me a terse nod in acknowledgement as he crouches down to brush the mess into the dustpan.
“Honey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to attack your boyfriend. I got up to get a glass of water and saw a naked stranger in my kitchen. I-I thought he had done something to you.” My cheeks heat as I remember exactly what Dom did to me tonight. I help Mom into bed and kiss her forehead.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry, I should’ve planned better. It’s okay; Dom understands your condition. He’s not mad.” At least, I hope he’s not mad. The thunderous expression on his face wasn’t exactly reassuring.
“You deserve so much better than this, Sweet Pea. You shouldn’t have to be the one supporting me. You are young. You should be enjoying your life and having sleepovers without worrying about your mom freaking out on your boyfriend.” A tear slips down her cheek, and I wipe it away gently.
“Mom, hush. I’m lucky to even still have you in my life after the accident. Go back to sleep, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.” I kiss her forehead and finish tucking her in.
Back in the kitchen Dom has finished cleaning up. He’s leaning against the counter, shoulders bunched and tense, jaw clenched. My heart stutters at the sight, worried this might be the last straw, and he will realize I’m not worth the hassle.
“I’m so sorry about that. Mom didn’t know you were staying…you caught her by surprise. She doesn’t do well with surprises. It will get better the more you come around. I promise. She does build new memories sometimes. It just takes a long time. But…I understand if this is too much for you…” My panicked ramble trails off as I watch his expressionless face give nothing away. “I know it’s a lot to deal with.” My head drops, and I break eye contact. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, eyes stinging with the tears threatening to fall.
Dominick strides across the kitchen, and in the next breath I am wrapped up in his arms. “It’s fine, Serena. We are fine. I will help you deal with this. It’s going to take something much bigger than this for me to be done with you. You’re mine now, remember?” I melt into his embrace, his words of reassurance exactly what I need to soothe the splintered pieces of my soul.