Chapter 24
DOMINIC
I’ve done all I can to avoid her since the incident with that other woman, not because I’m ashamed of what happened, but because I want more than anything for that to be her. Thoughts of being more, giving her more, are consuming me, and I can’t take it.
With my cell in my palm, I watch on my camera as she makes herself at home in my room, which I purposely left unlocked, wondering if she’d dare to go inside. I’m not one bit surprised she did.
I’m supposed to be finalizing arrangements for tomorrow’s charity event while locked away in my office, yet I’ve found a better way to occupy my time. And currently, she’s in my closet, probably looking for something on me. Too bad for her, I keep nothing of personal value in my bedroom.
As soon as the notification that someone entered my bedroom hit my cell, I immediately went to check the feed, concerned Faro or one of his men had broken in somehow, putting Chiara in danger.
I know that fear is irrational. He wouldn’t be able to get past my men outside.
But I can’t help worrying about her. I care for her more than I do myself.
It’s not something I’m able to turn off.
But when I took a look at my phone, I was happy to find Chiara there instead. I’ve been sitting here, kicking my feet out, crossed at the ankles, watching her, wanting to see what she planned to do. Unfortunately for me, there are no cameras in my closet. I’ll be sure to remedy that very soon.
Minutes tick by, and I grow impatient.
What the fuck is she doing in there for so long?
Another moment later, she comes out with my shirt and tie in her hands. Now, I’m even more curious about what she’s thinking. She reaches my bed and…
What the hell?
I sit straighter, the beats of my heart firing through my veins, my chest falling to a beastly rhythm.
I ball my hand into a tight fist as she strips off every inch of her clothes. Those gorgeous tits bounce out, calling for my hands and mouth to make them come alive. My cock swells and throbs at the sight of her.
All I want is off this seat, to be where she is, to punish her for invading my space without my direct permission.
But I wait.
What are you doing, Chiara Bianchi?
She drapes my shirt over her glorious curves, and goddamn, it never looked better.
My breathing grows monstrous, the savage desire for the girl I once considered my best friend comes barraging to the surface.
I want to grab her, to kiss her, to tell her who I am and how much I still fucking love her.
Damn it!
She slides up on my bed, and as soon as my tie slips in between those soft thighs, I’m off the chair before the first moan slides out of her lips.
If she’s going to touch herself on my fucking bed, it sure as hell is going to be with me watching her do it.
I shouldn’t be climbing up the steps to my bedroom. I shouldn’t have my hand on the door as she moans. But here I am, taking something that doesn’t belong to me.
Again.
She’s like my favorite dessert, the one I can’t deny, no matter how much willpower I think I have. With her, it all crumbles.
Her beauty is my temptation, her soul my downfall. She’ll send me to the depths of my despair, and I won’t do a thing to stop her.
Deep down, buried amongst the ruins, lies a heart that still beats for her. Even then, being just thirteen, I knew Chiara was someone I never wanted to let go of.
But one moment—one slice in time—changed everything, taking away my friend and my future. And now, she’s no longer the girl I once knew and I’m no longer the boy who held her hand and swore to protect her from all the monsters.
I’m the monster now. And there’s no one to protect her from me.
The cut in the doorway gives me a nice view of her spread thighs on my bed, the tie still rubbing on her pussy. Her breasts arch up as she shoves her fingers deep inside her.
Fuck, the imagery goes straight to my cock. I palm it roughly in my pants, gripping tight as I clench my jaw. I should be there, burying myself inside her wet cunt.
“Mmm…Brian…yes.”
My name on her lips, those thighs trembling, has me pushing the door open harshly, my footsteps creaking over the floorboards.
She gasps, grabbing the other end of the comforter, draping it over herself.
“What the hell are you doing?!” she shrieks, her breaths running rampant.
I snicker, crossing my arms over my chest, my mouth twisting into a slow smirk as I stare down at her. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question? You’re the one naked and in my bed with my tie on that sweet pussy.”
She gapes up at me, completely speechless, her brows straining, her cheeks a soft pink.
“Don’t stop now, baby.” Reaching down, I yank the covers off of her body, exposing every gorgeous inch. “I was quite fond of the performance.”
She crosses her legs at her knees, her palms cupping her tits while my eyes take a leisurely swipe up her body.
Her lips pout, her rough exhale a little too sexy.
“You’re sick!” she pants.
“I’m not the one who watched me get my dick sucked.” My tone is deep, hoarse, unable to control the hunger permeating through me.
My gaze drowns over her body, sweeping over every line, every curve, wanting my hands there instead.
“Did I tell you to stop?” I ask, my tongue darting out for a taste. “Show me how you touch yourself. And keep that tie exactly where it is.”
She lets out a half pant, half moan, her brows curling downward.
“Come on, Chiara.” The tone in my voice is rough, my cock throbbing. “Don’t make me ask again.”
I witness the momentary inner battle within her eyes. Finally, she drops one hand from her chest, giving me a view of her gorgeous tit, the nipple a deep pink. One I want to taste. To bite.
“Drop the other hand,” I demand, taking her in.
Her hand slowly travels down, giving me what I want.
Her aroused gaze, those full parted lips, those tiny whimpers, I devour them all as she gradually drifts her hand even lower until her fingers are lost to her wet slit.
“That’s it, baby. Rub that clit over my tie. I want it to smell like you.”
“Oh, God!” She grinds her ass on the sheets, pinching a nipple with her free hand while she touches herself with the other.
“Yes, Brian! I’m gonna come all over your tie.”
I groan, wanting so badly for her to call me by the name she once used.
I know what I told myself at the library, about her calling me by my alias being a good thing, but I hate hearing it now. I should always be Dom to her. To me, she’ll always be my Chiara, no matter how many years and how many lies have been built to keep us apart.
She flips around onto her stomach, her ass in the air, her fingers still inside her. Her head’s angled to the side as she holds my gaze, getting brasher while she fucks herself.
“Is that what you like?” she asks with boldness as she gyrates over my bed, holding me prisoner. “You like seeing me touching myself, thinking of your cock inside me?”
My nostrils flare, my jaw flexing so hard my teeth rattle.
Her toes curl as she rubs herself, upping the pace, her moans getting louder.
“I…I shouldn’t want you. But I do,” she cries. “You’re all the things I should stay away from, but I can’t. I don’t want to.”
“Fuck this,” I growl before I’m on the bed beside her, lifting her in the air by her hips as she yelps.
I drape her over me, holding her on top as she stills in my embrace, and with one look into her eyes, the loud whispers telling me to run, quiet to a hum.
Her hooded gaze settles on mine, and whatever’s left of my heart begins to beat.
“Chiara…” I whisper.
“Brian…” Her brows furrow and her palm softly flutters over my cheek.
I shut my eyes, savoring her touch, not knowing when this moment will end. And for the first time in years, I don’t want it to.
I want her despite what she did. Despite her lies and all the hate I’ve carried through the years.
Underneath all that, I’m still the boy who loves her, who would’ve shattered the entire world to make her smile. I just got better at trying to forget him.
But if she knew who I was, would she want me then? Could she ever learn to care for the man I’ve become?
“I’m sorry my father hurt you,” she says, grazing her knuckles over my jaw. “But I’m not him. I’d never hurt you. And I know you don’t want to hurt me. Tell me I’m wrong.”
I bury my face in her chest.
Of course I’d never hurt you. I still care so much about you.
My cock strains against my boxers, needing to find refuge inside her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, cupping my face, pulling me back into her softened gaze.
I search her eyes, my heartbeats unraveling inside my chest.
“Fighting,” I confess with a whisper.
“Fighting what?” Her words are as soft as mine.
“Fighting wanting you.”
She runs her thumb over my lips. “Stop fighting.” Her lips fall closer to mine. “Because I have.”
And before I realize what’s happening, my palm is on the back of her head and her lips are on mine. I take and she gives, her sultry moans shooting down my body, the rhythm of our kiss both light and darkness.
I suck on her lower lip, taking her back down onto the bed, the heaviness of my body sinking over hers. She lifts up her hips to meet mine, draping her calf over my ass, pushing my hard-on deeper, groaning as my cock drives into her pussy.
The sound she makes sends a rush of electric power down the length of me. I’ve never wanted a woman right down to my bones. Never thought I could. That part of me was dead until she woke the beast and tamed his flaming heart.
My hand tumbles roughly in her hair, pulling her head back, giving me access to her neck.
“You’re the only one I fear.” I kiss the curve of her jaw. “There’s no one who scares me more than you do.”
“Don’t be afraid.” Her nails rake my back through the shirt. “Let me in.”
My lips are back on hers, never wanting to stop kissing her. She reaches toward my pants, fumbling with my belt.
I groan, pulling away, rising to my knees, intending to take off my pants, but she reaches for them instead, and without taking her eyes off of mine, she unbuckles my belt.
I watch as she drags it out, her hungry eyes devouring mine while she pulls the zipper down. Reaching inside, she grabs my cock, tightening her hand around the tip.
“Chiara.” I clutch her wrist, not allowing her hand to move. “I need to fuck you before I lose my damn mind.”
She buries her teeth in her lower lip, groaning out my name. “Please, Brian.”
“Don’t call me that,” I implore. “Not today.”
Yanking off my pants, I toss them to the side, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and rolling it down my length.
I lay my body over hers, my lips descending to the smooth skin of her neck, kissing her without a hurry as I take each of her wrists and pin them over her head.
“What’s your real name? Tell me,” she asks, searching my eyes for something I won’t give her.
“Not yet.” I slide my tongue up to the soft spot below the curve of her ear.
“But—” I swallow her words with my tongue.
And before she can ask me any more questions, I align my cock at her center and slam right where I want to be.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” she screams.
I can’t seem to move inside her at first, consumed by her warmth, her skin on mine.
I thought about being with her when I was young, but I never thought this was how our first time would be. Our bodies seeped with deception, soaked in betrayal. But it’s what we are and what we have. And I’m not about to give it up for anything.
“Mmm…” Her moans tremble into my mouth, her desire sheathing me, and I thrust deeper, erasing my thoughts, wanting to go as far as I can.
She claws at my biceps, whimpering—crying out for more. I lift one of her thighs, keeping my hand steady on the back of her knee, letting her hands roam.
The new position feels deeper.
“Harder. Fuck me harder,” she begs, squeezing her tits together.
I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach. Lifting her ass with a hand, I position myself at her pussy again and ram back inside.
“Shit! Yes…just like—oh, fuck!” She screams out a moan as I grab her hair, tugging while my cock finds a hurried pace, sinking in and out with rough strokes. She’s flat on the bed now, my body over hers, and I take what’s always been mine.
I find the tie she used on herself beside her head and pull it up to my nose, inhaling her. Then I ball it up in my fist.
“Open that sexy mouth,” I demand.
“Wha—oh, shit,” she cries, her voice trembling as I hit her G-spot harder.
I stuff the tie into her mouth, fitting most of it in. She continues to moan against it, turning her face to the side to find me staring at her.
“Fuck, look at you. Damn beautiful.”
I clench my hand tighter in the softness of her hair, her walls clenching around me, causing my balls to burn with a release I know is coming.
She spreads her hand, touching herself while I continue impaling her.
“Yes, baby, rub your pussy for me. Let me feel you dripping down my cock.”
She whimpers louder now, her walls squeezing tighter, and I know she’s almost there. I remove the tie from her mouth, leaning down to take her lips in a brutal kiss.
I nip and suck every inch of them, fucking her like a man completely lost to a woman. And I am lost to her in every way that matters.
With another thrust, she comes, squeezing my cock with a tight grip. My hips continue colliding with her ass until my own release slams to the surface.
When the aftershocks of her orgasm still and my every drop is hers, I lean down to my side and hold her close against my chest, my palm sprawled over her stomach.
After we catch our breath, she’s the first to speak.
“I still want to know your name.” She runs lazy circles on the top of my hand.
“You’ll know when I’m ready to tell you.”
“When will that be?” she murmurs.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
She inhales, letting the breath fall harshly out of her lips. “Okay. Oh, and just so you know, if you let another woman touch you again, it won’t end well for you. I’m pretty skilled with a gun in my hand.”
I chuckle, kissing the back of her head. “Is that a promise, baby?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She scoots closer to my body, and for the first time in a long time, I smile.
And I feel it in places where I’ve long been unable to feel anything.