Chapter 12
Dominik
Hell. Being without Love is hell. But the Mitf mafia was shaken by my brother’s death and I needed to keep things under control.
I stayed there for three days. Three long-ass days, to show those assholes unlike my father and brother I’m here to stay, and am their superior.
Or just superior, they should kiss the floor I walk on to be honest.
After I get everything sorted out, and have everyone in the palm of my hands I get to my car, in the parking space to see a distinctive small frame approach the front door, completely oblivious of my presence. I keep my car’s lights off, and near her from behind.
She turns around abruptly and looks at me, and for the first time she doesn’t smile.
Damian kept an eye on her for me, no one else knew anything.
I couldn’t tell anyone what I was doing, since I was planning war on Spencer.
The guy still has some allies and I need him stripped of any kind of power.
I need him to feel the worst he possibly can for hurting my Love.
“Hello, Cherry,” I say and she purses her lips, she’s probably weighing whether she should or shouldn’t be mad. I cock my head at her and lean against the door, she was about to knock on, above her.
“You’re not dead,” she ends up saying and to my surprise hugs me, her eyebrows joining together in pain.
I hurt her, maybe I should be dead. I was never the best person at understanding feelings.
But even I know I should’ve said something.
However, I couldn’t, I would have a target on my back in Caltin.
I wasn’t accepted as the remaining leader and I couldn’t just step in ruling everything as if nothing happened.
Once again, my family chose the easy way out.
“I’m not dead,” I state and she stops hugging me she separates our bodies, to punch me in the arm.
“Damn you, Dominik!” she lets out her voice strained, I hold her close and she lets me, but she doesn’t hold me back. “Were you planning on coming back?” she asks me and I open my car's trunk, hold her hand and guide her to it. “You’re not closing me in there are you?”
“Tempting, but no!” I retort and she laughs, for the first time I feel the heavy weight on her chest lift.
“What am I looking at?” she questions confused. I myself wouldn’t be sure.
“Every meaningful thing in the house. I’m relocating to Cilinm officially. I will have to visit sporadically but never for long,” I tell her and she hugs me.
“You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were gone-”
“It takes more than that to kill me. I’m indestructible, ma Vie, no one will ever kill me, including myself,” I clean a tear that falls from her crystal blue eyes. Looking even lighter with the reddening around them.
“You could’ve told me,” she says and I look around searching for her car. “Kai drove me here, he’d be back in thirty minutes.”
“We still have fifteen minutes, what do you want to do?” I ask her, my interior screaming and aching to touch her.
“Let's go home, I’ll message Kai saying you’ll take me,” she says and after she mentions it, I grab her by her thighs and hold her up against the wall, her body glued to mine, she locks her legs around my waist reticently.
I claim her lips, moving down to her neck when she lets out a gasp.
“Don’t think you’ll get a free pass for sleeping on another man’s bed,” I say before leaving her a small bite mark on her precious, pale, perfect neck.
A clear message passed on it, she’s mine.
She moans lightly and represses it. I love how she’s the loud one in the relationship.
“It was Rian, and you were go-ne,” she says her voice failing as I lift her holding her ass and open the front door, leaning her against the couch under me. My cock pulsates for a feel of her, to be inside her. Crushed into her wetness.
“Tell me did you let Rian touch you?” I ask taking off her shirt she doesn’t reply instantly so I do what I do best, pleasure torture her.
I take off her bra, and guide my tongue around her now hardening nipples.
“Answer the question, Love?” I say and she responds “No,” still I pinch her nipples and her hips lean against my crutch.
And if I wasn’t swelling enough, the friction of Love against me.
Her probably soaking wet cunt, against me, wet for me. Just me.
“Dom,” she moans out while pulling on my hair, as I suck hard and mark her breasts, she likes the pain.
Her demons match mine. I keep marking her chest, neck and only move to her thighs when every bit of her was claimed.
Fire burns inside my chest, through my heart, soul and adds to the hardness, when I feel her pussy ready to be taken by me.
I pull her skirt and panties away, Love undresses me, exhilarated, I let her, take over for a minute, a minute she takes off my clothes until we’re completely naked, and she kisses me, still below me, her hips moving in my cock’s direction.
I can feel her tremble when I flicker her clit, keeping my lips on her all time.
On her breasts and neck. As if it wasn’t enough she bites her lip to contain a moan.
“Don’t. Scream for me,” I tell her aligning myself to her entrance, I feel everything in me, tell me to destroy her.
But that’s not how this works with Love.
I ruin her until all she sees is me, but I do not strongly hurt her.
Just enough to keep her on her toes. When she tries to close the distance between us, I hold her neck down against the couch.
I keep my hand there for one second as I slide inside her.
“Your little cunt is milking my cock so good. So fucking tight,” I say, myself shaking and losing my head.
I don’t know where my mind goes when I’m with her, it is in the clouds.
I let go off her neck and hold her hips, harshly thrusting in and out of her, until she’s squirming and moaning out my name.
“Dom- fuck,” she whispers but I bite her lip to shut her up.
I love how she lets me be in fucking control, all the damned time.
Love was made for me. And I was definitely made for her as well.
Love grabs my arms, back, hair, anywhere she can as I kiss her. She whimpers and moans hard when I thrust my full length harder into her. She scratches me her nails digging into my flesh. My dick so hard it hurts, as our moans match.
“Do not come yet,” I tell her when I feel her shudder under my grasp.
“I need to,” she almost screams, and that gets me animalistic. I can’t rationally think, so I fuck her senseless. “Dom, please,” she begs holding onto my back, scratching it strongly.
“Not yet,” I demand but Love doesn’t manage to hold it in when I bite her neck, leaving marks all over it.
I keep thrusting, feeling her clench, squirm and shake under me.
I slide out when I feel her arousal building up again.
I have to bite the inside of my cheek until it bleeds not to come then and there.
I try to move away from Love, but my body doesn’t let me. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded,” I say when she pulls me back on top of her. “I mean it.”
“Please,” she says moving her hips towards mine. I can’t hold myself back, not when I see tears in her eyes.
I get back inside her, my whole body electrifying, burning, aching, my dick pulsating and swelling as Love tightens around me, kisses me and bites my lip until it bleeds. I turn her around on the couch, she gasps as I hold her hips fucking her from behind.
She grasps the couch shuddering with every hard thrust, “Dom,” she moans out and I can’t keep holding it much longer.
“Fuck you feel so good,” I whisper and when Love follows my hips’ movements I can’t keep myself thinking straight.
I dig my fingers in her ass, holding it and marking it with my hand. “Good girl,” I say when Love almost screams when I slap her ass. “You love the fucking pain, don’t you?”
“I need to-”
“You need to what?” I ask slapping her ass again, she squirms under my hold, our juices filling the couch.
“Come- please-,” Love almost screams, her voice straining, my fingers marked on ass cheeks. “Please”
“Tell me how much you like the pain”
“I lov-e i-it,” Love gasps out. I slap her ass one last time. “Now,” I grunt out, when I go over the edge, and we cover the sofa with our joint cum. Did I ever mention I love that she lets me own her, in every sense of the word. I’m literally all over her inside and out.
Love looks at me, and I switch our position so that she’s on top of me.
“I love you,” Love says and I block. I completely shut down.
This was eventually going to happen one day, right?
She’d love me? One day, not this soon. “Forget I said it,” she says hiding her face on the curve of my neck.
I stay silent I can’t say a word. I try, I open my mouth but nothing leaves my throat.
My dad never verbalised that he loved my mother, he taught me there was no such thing as love. I was born and raised to feel nothing, and I didn’t. Not before I met her. He succeeded, I will not make the same mistake he did.
“I love you too,” I murmur and Love looks up at me mad.
“Don’t just say it because I did-”
“I didn’t,” I start and she intently looks at me listening carefully, “If there’s love, it’s you.
I was a whole bunch of nothing but rage before you.
I can’t tell you it’s love, I can tell you it feels stronger than that.
It’s like there’s this force, that keeps me orbiting around you.
I can’t stay away from you, Love. It’s physically and mentally impossible.
These three days were hell. And seeing you felt like heaven, the only heaven I’ll ever know, and the only one I want and need.
I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. I couldn’t form the words I was raised to repulse,” I admit and she holds me tight, her arms around my neck her lips on my cheek.