Chapter 31 Dominic
Chapter thirty-one
Dominic
Two Weeks Later
We enter the grand restaurant, and I immediately feel my chest tighten at the eyes that turn to us. Tonight is supposed to be perfect. I want it to be perfect.
Placing my hand on the small of her back, I gently guide her through the ground floor.
Her heels click against the marble floor, and I know the heads that turn are the ones of men who would risk it all just because of her curves.
She might not know or believe the effect she has on men, especially when she’s dressed so sexy and has more confidence, but I know it damn well.
The burn in my chest grows stronger. “They’re staring.”
“I-it’s fine, Dominic.”
Of course. It’s what she says every time men leer at the curves I’d die to protect.
“It’s not.”
When she came out of the room in her short, red gown that curves her body perfectly and reveals more cleavage than I want, I knew it would cost a great deal to put my temper in check.
I wave over the manager, who scurries toward me like a rat in a suit. He’s aware something big is going down tonight, and fuck did I want it to be just us. But Matteo had said our appearance in public would do good in mitigating the narrative that stemmed from the AI video.
“Clear the entire building in five minutes. Everyone, except the chef and violinist.” The manager nods quickly, then bolts.
The stunned look Bella gives me only makes me pull her closer to me.
“Dom—” she starts to whisper harshly, but I press a kiss to her temple.
“I don’t share, Princess. Tonight it’s only us.”
Relief floods my chest when she doesn’t push it. The last thing I want is to sour her mood before…
I resume my walk, my chest much lighter as I see the people file out, some with groans of protest.
“You’re insane.” She shakes her head, letting me lead her into the elevator.
“Only for you.” I hold her amused gaze before pulling her flush against me and kissing her on her cheeks.
“When did you become so cheesy?” She giggles and I can’t help a smile of my own as her head falls back, pushing stray tendrils into her face.
Something in me flutters, but it barely lasts as nervousness creeps up my spine. I bite back a laugh at the irony of the situation.
The last two weeks have no doubt been the best in a while, and with her, I have no doubt that each day would be better than the last. I enjoy her company, her fire…her snark. The very things I once hated.
When the elevator opens to the rooftop terrace, my eyes briefly scan the surroundings, making sure every single detail has been tailored to perfection.
The center we’re walking toward is lit as opposed to the dark edges.
Streaks of light coil around iron pergola beams wrapped in white silk and roses, illuminating a white satin-clothed table that holds a bouquet of roses in the center.
There’s no food on the table just yet, but there are two crystal flutes, and a bottle of premium sparkling white grape juice sits in the center.
As I guide her to the table, the violinist starts playing a soft, classical tune in a corner. Bella gasps as I draw the chair out for her, her brows furrowing in what I think is an attempt to find the violinist. He’s playing from the shadows just like I wanted.
A gentle breeze blows, carrying the warm scent of her perfume, and I feel her shiver beneath my fingers as she gasps again at the view from here. The city stretches out beneath us in glittering lights, cars blaring in the distance.
“So you cleared the whole building just to have dinner with me…on the rooftop,” she says with a raised brow as I take my seat.
My heart skips a beat. “Not just dinner.”
Matteo had asked me to do it after or during the food, but fuck it, I can’t hold it back anymore. Maybe it’s the childish grin on her lips or the way her eyes glint with adoration. But I clear my throat and stand.
Her brows slant toward me. “What’s wrong?”
“I used to think that I was undeserving of certain things until you came into my life,” I say, my voice rougher than I intended it to be. “You loved me even when I didn’t deserve it…”
She has a look of disbelief as I sink to one knee, drawing the small box from the pocket of my pants. Somehow, my hands that never once trembled in battle are trembling now as I open the box to reveal a diamond ring.
“You made me want more than violence. You made me want a life. A life with love. So I choose you. Again and again. And for every lifetime after this one. Bella, will you be my wife?”
Tears spill down her cheeks, but she’s smiling, shaking her head as if she can’t believe it.
“Yes! Yes!” she squeals.
My chest explodes with joy. I slip the ring onto her finger and pull her stomach in for a kiss first before gracing her lips in a tender kiss.
As the gentle melody of the live music grows louder, I wrap my arms around her, shielding her from the rest of the world. For the next few minutes, time stops. I just hold her, basking in the heat of her body, realizing that for the first time in my life, I’m not just surviving—I’m happy.
***
We eventually had dinner and are now on our way home, but there’s only one thing on my mind. I’ve had it in mind since I captured her lips at the rooftop terrace.
I want to fuck her all night. Mark her. Until it becomes clear that she’s mine in any lifetime.
My dick strains against my pants as she draws small circles on my bare chest. Somehow, she managed to undo the first three buttons of my suit and slip her hand inside.
I growl and slip my hand under her dress to knead her breasts. She jerks slightly and peers up at me with a look that makes my breath ragged.
“Fuck, Princess. I wanted to be honorable and wait till we get home,” I murmur into her ear, dragging my lips around her earlobe.
She shivers against me and manages a small smirk. “I didn’t ask for that.”
That’s all I need to hear. In one swift motion, I lift her and position her so that her knees are on either side of my legs.
“What do you want?” I rumble, my fingers finding her thong and tracing it.
She grinds down on my hips, biting her bottom lip as she undoes my belt. “I want you to fuck me, Dominic. Hard!”
“Careful what you wish for, Princess. I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve undone every single part of you.”
I take the small remote control from the door-side compartment and press a button, my gaze not leaving hers as a privacy partition slides up, separating us from the driver.
As soon as the partition is fully up, I spank her ass. I pull her thong to one side, sliding my fingers down her core until I find that swollen, sensitive peak. She shivers against me as I flick it and start rubbing in circles.
Her hands flow to my shoulders, steadying herself, and her head lolls back. She continues to grind until I remove my finger and replace it with my cock.
A smirk tugs at my lips as I tease her entrance, then slam into her. Her lips curve, eyes widen and nails dig into my shoulders.
“You like that?”
She’s too far gone to answer, her neck arching as a jagged, broken sound rips from her throat. I grip her waist, pounding relentlessly into her until her body convulses above me and we both cum with a loud moan.
Fuck.
Her eyes droop lazily before her head falls against my chest. But this is just the beginning.
“I’m going to fuck you all night long,” I murmur in her ear, already feeling my cock thickening inside her again. She whimpers and tries to move, but I keep her in place.
“You don’t get to back out now,” my voice is rough as I trail kisses from her swollen breasts up the length of her neck.
After one more round, we get home. Bella curls against my chest as I carry her bridal style into the mansion.
When we get to my bedroom, I gently toss her on the bed.
“Strip. But leave your heels on,” I rumble.
I’ve already undone her twice, but the way she looks at me says she’s still starving for more.
Good. I’m not done with her yet. She obeys before the command even finishes leaving my mouth.
Licking her lips, her eyes settle on my bulge as she stands and slowly slides the gown down her legs.
Her lace thong and bra follow. I push her back onto the mattress, reaching for the drawer to grab a few of my favorite items.
Her wrists look small in my hands as I tie them with the rope above her head, knotting it firmly. She shivers under me, her eyes glassy with anticipation.
“Spread your legs,” I command, growling with approval, when she once again obeys instantly. Her thighs tremble as I plant myself between them, dragging my thumb over her inner thigh.
“Look at you…” I rasp, my thumb sliding between her folds. She releases a low whimper that makes my pulse spike. “So fucking wet. You’re a work of art, Princess.”
Fuck. I want her to beg.
She pushes up slightly in an attempt for friction, but I hiss and quickly retract my fingers. “Patience, Princess.”
Smirking, I gently roll her over to her side, slamming my palms against her ass. She jerks, but I hold her in place, reaching for the whip with my other hand.
“You’ll count.” The words come out rough as my dick strains impossibly harder beneath my pants. “Every time I spank this ass, you count. Lose count and we start from one. Understood?”
She shifts slightly again, and this time there’s a jiggle in her ass. I cup one of her cheeks and lower my head to bite the flesh.
“Yes, I understand,” she whispers breathlessly.
“That’s ‘Yes, Daddy’ to you now. Say it.” I spank her once, the sound echoing satisfactorily in the bedroom.
“Yes, Daddy,” she cries.
I spank her again.
“One.” She moans.
Again.
“Two.” She fists the sheets tightly.
By the seventh, her ass is a bruised, deep red—marked exactly how I want it. And her folds are slick and needy as she writhes helplessly against the ropes.
“You cum when I say so.”
Again, I reach into the drawer, bringing out the nipple clamps and fastening them against her perky tits. She shudders, her breath catching as I haul her over onto her back.
I part her legs, eyeing the pink, swollen flesh between her thighs before brushing my tip against her entrance.
In one brutal stroke, I thrust into her, burying myself so deep she screams right away.
Holding her in place by her hips, I slam into her again and continue thrusting hard and fast. The moment I tug on the nipple clamps, she shatters.
Her cries hit a new, desperate pitch, and I enjoy every single ragged sound she makes.
Damn do I crave every bit of this moment. Her hair splayed over the sheets, her hands tightly bound, and her heavy breasts jiggling with every thrust.
Her lips quiver as she moans, lost between pleasure and pain.
“You don’t come until I say so,” I remind her, smacking the inside of her thigh. “Now, say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she sobs, then gasps as she catches her mistake. “I’m yours, Daddy.” And finally, there comes her desperate plea, “Please let me come. Please, Daddy.”
My dick pulses with desire as I lower my head to her neck, sucking and biting until I’m sure that I’ve left my mark on her skin. I don’t stop pounding into her even as the tears roll down her face.
“Now cum for me, baby.”
Her pussy clenches around my length, and her body writhes as I feel my cock slick with her cum.
“Dominic!”
I fuck her through it, chasing my own release until my vision blurs and I’m spilling into her with a guttural growl. Seconds later, I collapse beside her, pulling her into a searing kiss while we both breathe heavily. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat as I haul her against my side.
I don’t bother to untie her wrists, and for a long moment, I just stay there, taking in the reckless beauty in my arms, and a thought settles in my mind.
How does she not realize it? How has she walked her entire life without anyone stopping long enough to see what I see right now?
The raw beauty of her face as her red hair falls across my sheets, and the beautiful glimmer in her eyes as they shine with happiness.
Beauty comes in different colors, and somehow, the world convinced her that hers didn’t count. Well, they’re all fools…and I’ll spend my last breath reminding her that she is beautiful, both inside and out. In fact, she’s the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me.
“My cock was so good it has you in tears.”
She bites her lips, her dainty finger reaching out to stroke my chin.
“My pussy was so good you forgot to keep your promise.”
I growl when I realize she’s talking about my promise of making love to her through the night.
“Why?” she asks, sliding a finger down my chest, then grabbing my cock. “Getting old, Daddy?”
I narrow my eyes at her, a dark desire rising in my chest.
“You’ve got a lot of mouth on you, Princess. Let’s see how long that’ll last.”
In a split second, I’m between her legs, my head buried between her thighs.