Chapter 13
Love
“Who’s Liot again?” Sammy asks me in a whisper, as if talking louder meant Liot could hear her.
“Someone from Mitkus mafia-”
“The barbarians,” Maya retorts loudly and they laugh; I don’t. They got Rian, until he’s back, he’s with the “Barbarians”. “Oh-oh, what’s that face?” Maya asks and I shrug.
“Just worried. Dominik said Stephanie is dating Liot and manipulating him towards war. Which isn’t difficult since Mitkus love violence.
The two-front attack was planned apparently, they know Dominik,” I inform them, too afraid to even sit down, not too long after.
We try to sleep with all our strengths. Or they try, I sit by the window.
Sitting is a huge accomplishment at this time.
The boys will take all night. But for some reason I can’t sleep.
Maya and Sammy are sound asleep when I get into the living room and peek outside and see Josh and Dominik alone near Dom’s car, talking to Kai.
I put on a coat and go outside. The air isn’t cold finally the spring’s warm breeze is starting to bloom. “Is Rian?-”
“Fine, on his way,” Dominik responds and whispers something in Kai’s ear.
“Is that blood?” I ask gasping for air that seems to be escaping my every attempt to oxygenate.
“Not mine,” Dominik says and kisses the top of my head. “If you’re into bothering your brother I can let you in, we can go to my room after you check on Rian,” Dominik suggests, I just nod.
“Aiden?” I call when Dominik opens the apartment’s door and Aiden’s cat greets me, Lucifer, or Luci for short.
I completely forget everything and everyone and roam to the living room to see Aiden angelically standing beside Josh.
Marcus and Rian are sitting, when Marcus looks at Rian I catch a glimpse I never seen in his stare with anyone, he cares for Rian.
“Hello, little spark,” he whispers in my direction and I hug him, I hug him for probably longer than I should. “Rian’s just fine. I rescued him right on time,” he says nudging at Rian, I run in his direction finding no wounds, just a slightly busted lip that was inflicted during the kidnapping.
“How did they remain civilised?” I ask and look at Dominik standing with Josh, slightly away from Rian, Marcus, Aiden and me.
“Aiden here contained them. You know he’s from Mavtl mafia?
” he asks and seems excited. Mavtl mafia is the most powerful mafia in the farthest north.
They live in constant temperatures below zero.
Many can’t handle the weather. Which helps knowing people aren’t staying with them for convenience, or not so easily.
“I do,” I say and Dominik takes one step further.
“How do you know each other?” Dominik asks and I ponder my answer and instantly know it’s a bad sign.
“Aiden and I are long-time friends. His family helped my father save me when I was kidnapped by Spencer, if it weren’t for them I’d be dead”
“Love is exaggerating we just disclosed the location, Vance did the rest,” Aiden says smiling at me, his ice blue eyes match mine in almost perfection.
“Vance? What are you also long-time friends with her father?” Dominik asks and I step casually between them just in case, I can feel rage within Dominik’s every breath.
“Friends? Allies? Plotting buddies? You name it,” and there he is. The devil in our lives. He purposely provoked Dominik.
Aiden was the first person I ever crushed on after Declan, he was my second crush and the most distant. He’s a flirty devil walking on a knight in charming armour vests.
“He’s what?” Dominik says after Josh whispers something in his ear, “For how long?”
“As long as he wants to. Make yourself at home, man,” good my brother’s favourite ally will live next door. And did I mention he has glorious ginger hair? Genetics are a bitch. I know someone who’ll love to have him around, Maya.
“Let’s go?” I ask Dominik nearing him.
“Sure, you don’t prefer staying with Aiden some more?” he asks back, I shake my head.
“Are you jealous?” I ask him and try to kiss him but he turns his head.
“I saw the way you looked at him,” he mutters and starts to walk steadily upstairs. I run after him and need to sprint to keep up with his increasing speed.
“Oh, please,” I start and Dominik looks back at me trying to catch my breath at the top of the stairs, “He’s practically family”
“You have a lot of practically family male friends,” he says and looks down at his phone.
“It’s actually good to know I’m not the only one who’s jealous-”
“Oh, please,” Dominik mimics me, “You’re jealous of your imagination. There was never anything between Stephanie and I,” Dominik says and I get ready to get on his nerves.
“Did you sleep with her?” I ask him and Dominik chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes. You also married her”
“Are you going to list everything I did with her? I didn’t like her. Unlike you and your irritating crushes, I need to work out how to crush,” he says pretending to be thinking. No… he’s really considering it.
“Ex-crushes. And I chose you!” I say and he kisses me pulling me inside his room and gently making us fall to the bed.
“Say that again,” he says kissing my neck. I gasp for air when his hand gets under my nightgown. “No panties, were you waiting for this?” maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t, I’ll never admit it to him he’d think too high of himself and fall from the pedestal.
“You wish,” I say holding onto the bed's sheets when Declan’s hand roams up and down my inner thigh.
“You sure?” he questions provocatively, I mouth “fuck you” to him and he slaps my core. “I’d rather fuck you,” Dominik whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe and going down my neck, down my chest. Biting my breasts and flickering his tongue against my hard nipples.
I moan out when Dominik pinches the sensitive spot he’s teasing as if he’s trying not only to claim me but erase everyone I ever thought about. What he doesn’t realise is that I already did. He’s my one and only.
Dominik puts his hand over my mouth before moving his fingers around my clit. Getting ever so near I can feel the crepitus of anticipation inside me. My demons are chanting to be heard. My wants beaming to be conquered.
“Dominik,” I whisper into his hand he shushes me, his hand going lower and sliding one finger in, barely. My hips move towards Dominik’s hand instinctively. I squirm and shake within Dominik’s hold and he craves, no lives for it.
I look at Dominik’s stunning emerald eyes. Bright, neon-like with this light.
“Inside now,” I whisper and am not sure he heard from the amount of pressure on my mouth.
I wasn’t aware I was loud, not until today, not until Dominik had to muffle my noises so that Josh doesn’t visit us and kill Dominik for “profaning his sister” as he’d say.
The thought of imminent danger gets me more eager and my heart starts peaking. I take his hand off my mouth before kissing him. I don’t just kiss him. I show him he’s my choice, and he’ll always be. I would and will keep choosing him every day for the rest of my life.
Jolting pain when Dominik slides inside all at once violently. I take a few strides to adjust but the more I do, the rougher I want- no need him to be.
When I’m about to moan Dominik bites my lower lip to suppress it, but it only worsens the situation.
“Fuck you’re”
Thrust.
“Killing”
Thrust.
“Me”
Thrust the hardest.
“Ma vie”
Thrust.
“Mine”
He whispers the last word when I come all over him. I can tell by the sparkle of want in Dominik’s eyes that he’s not nearly done. And I don’t mind being used. Not when it’s by him. Not when it’s under these circumstances with him.
Dominik turns me around slowly. “I think your back hole is feeling needy,” he says driving my come up and down my ass with his cock.
“Dom-”
I start to protest and he doesn’t let me talk instead his right hand goes to my mouth again while his other hand, trails to my butthole.
I try to protest again but it’s too late. Dominik slid one finger inside me. Following another one after I adjust to the pain. The pain that rapidly morphs into pleasure burning my skin, my bones, my soul, every fibre of my existence.
“Don’t fight me,” Dominik requests moving in and out on a frenetic rhythm until he abruptly pauses, one stroke of his hardness inside, makes me know what he meant by don’t fight.
The pain is real. I struggle with it until I look back I had to see Dominik’s face as he grunted, moaned and cursed under his breath.
“You’re taking me so well, ma Vie,” he says before taking deeper and harder strokes. When I shudder and almost come Dominik slaps my ass. It burns and makes me almost cry from the pleasurable pain.
“It hurts,” I say when Dominik strokes all the way inside my hole.
“I know, you’re doing so fucking good. Your ass is devouring my cock,” Dominik says his raspy voice breaking.
I look back and see his green eyes shine.
He keeps stroking as I cry and moan before it comes to a halt.
Our releases all over us, making our legs sticky.
Dominik does our usual routine of changing our positions so that I’m on top of him. And it really helps my sore body rest.
I lay one hand over his chest and trail his arms’ veins with my other hand.
“What’s this scar from?” I ask Dominik realising a scar I’d never noticed before that goes from his upper arm to his forearm in the interior of the arm.
I started to notice scarring on his back the first time we slept together.
It was his monster of a father’s way to correct his acts according to his own conduct.
Dominik told me he tried to protect James and is disappointed it didn’t make a difference in his brother’s future. I can understand why he’d say that.
“Oh, that. That was a burning blade when I was tortured in the night James and I were attacked, before I became the official leader of Ricik’s legacy.
They wanted me to remember I was weak. What I actually remember is that I’m human, it helps me ground myself from my god complex,” he says and I wish I was like him.
Strong, collected. Managing my trauma no matter how.
Everything is better than no sleeping and constant fright.
But Dominik is not as in control as he seems to be. He’s managing it, yet barely. He needs me, just as much as I need him.
“Are you going to tell me what the scar on your stomach is?” he asks me I see he isn’t trying to push. I look up at him, seeing him intently looking at me, waiting for any kind of answer.
“It was from Spencer’s father. The night they saved me it was really just in time. I was bleeding out when they found me. I was in the verge of dying and sincerely, I was ok with it after the few days on their hold”
“I will never let anyone make you feel that way-”
“Neither will I,” I say and Dominik kisses the top of my head.
“Want to know why I can only fall asleep accompanied and with a gun by my side?” I ask Dominik letting him be the first person to know the reason.
I allow myself not to carry that secret to my grave.
Dominik shakes his head and strokes my hair gently.
“I never miss. I have always had the best aim out of anyone. And if anyone comes in, I’ll aim at them and I know I won’t miss,” I whisper cleaning a lone tear.
“Want a shower before bed?” Dominik asks and I ponder it but I’m aching too much. “I will take you and you won’t need to move a muscle yourself,” Dominik says and I give him my biggest most genuine smile.
“I accept your offer,” I whisper and he gets up and disappears into the bathroom, right after the water starts running he scoops me in his arms carefully and lays me slowly on my side on the bathtub. The water is already warm numbing the ache in my muscles.
“It feels good?” Dominik asks and I nod.
“Yes,” I murmur and he puts my lotion on the water. He actually bought my body lotion my favourite. Hydrating coco.
“Can I join?” he whispers in my ear making shivers go down my spine.
“Always,” I say and he slides below me, putting me on top of him as if we were in bed but slightly on my side.
Dominik massages my body, for someone who never did after care he does a terrific job.
Or at least it seems like it from my non-existent experience.
But what counts is what I think, not others.
And Dominik couldn’t be a better fit for me.
He understands me. He listens to my trauma, doesn’t judge, instead he sits hearing attentively to everything I say.
And he actually remembers every word of it.
Any of my yappings and vents, no matter how uninteresting or dark.
“Dominik?” I call when I’m about to fall asleep in his hold.
“Yes, Love?” he questions caressing my arm.
“Are we dating?” I whisper ask, Dominik furrows his brows.
“Isn’t that clear?” he asks and I nod, holding his arm when he’s about to get up.
“It is but there was never the question. Do I get to call you my boyfriend?” I ask and he chuckles, I feel it in his chest, the compression. It’s soothing.
“Anytime you want, girlfriend,” he winks at the end, I drift off to sleep in his warm embrace surrounded by equally warm water. And for the first time, I didn’t need the gun within my reach.