Chapter 20
Dominico
Lily. She occupies my thoughts as I sit in a room full of testosterone, the heavy cloud of smoke hanging in the air.
I usually enjoyed the stuffy sensation, like an invisible ghost sitting on my chest, threatening to steal my last breath.
But not today. Today, I want to inhale vanilla and jasmine. Fuck.
“Enough. Push tonight's delivery out and find out the name of the night shift manager for the South Shore docks. Investigate his finances so we can estimate how much it will take to buy him. We will reroute part of the shipment there.”
Grumbles and nods are followed by a mass exit as the men make their way to the dining room, lunch long past due.
“You coming?” Nero asks, hovering in the doorway.
“Probably not when he hears that Lily is in the gym, taking self-defense lessons from Elio.” I squint at Dante, who laughs and raises his hands defensively.
“Don’t shoot the messenger. I merely watch the cameras. ”
Fuck. Elio is my nephew. Our good looks run in the family, and he was no exception. Not to mention his charm. He could break up even the most stable relationship with just a flash of his winning smile.
Both men step aside as I storm out, Dante's laughter trailing behind me down the long corridor toward the gym at the other end of the mansion. When Matteo, stationed by the door, sees me, he mutters that he warned Elio this wasn’t a good idea, but you know how stubborn he can be and that no one listens to him.
I enter the gym, with him not far behind.
I follow the noise toward the back of the gym, to the mats.
Elio has his arms around Lily, dressed in black tights and a cropped white T-shirt.
He is holding her in a chokehold while explaining to her how to escape it.
While she cannot see his expression, the smirk on his face reveals that he enjoys the interaction far more than I care for.
“Fuck,” Matteo mutters as I storm towards them.
Lily catches sight of me in the mirror as I approach, her eyes wide as I grab Elio around his neck, pulling him backwards so that he releases her.
She stumbles, almost losing her footing, but fortunately, Matteo is there to take her hand and steady her.
“You know me well, nephew. So how did you think this would be okay?” Instead of fear or even a hint of remorse, the fool dares to smile.
“Well, I haven’t sparred with you in ages, and I thought this was the best way to entice you. I was right.”
I tighten my grip on him, my height, size, and strength unmatched.
“I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I wanted to learn. He was doing me a favor. Please don’t kill him. Please.”
Lily appears so distraught that we both burst into laughter, effectively easing my anger.
“He is my nephew and manages my shipments, so I won’t kill him.
Yet. But if he touches you again, I won’t be made a liar twice.
” I release him from my grip, and he lands with a pleasant thud on the mat.
He was fortunate to be an integral part of my operations, or else my threat to kill anyone who touches Lily would be fulfilled.
“Your nephew. Ahhh, I can see the resemblance. You two are both so…” She blushes as she looks from Elio to me, struggling for the words and trying not to offend me by saying that Elio is attractive. Now, I might actually have to kill him.
“So…striking,” she finishes, rubbing her palms against her tights as she gazes at me before looking away.
“Leave us.” Elio has already risen, and with a pat on my shoulder and a goodbye to Lily, he departs with Matteo, who shuts the gym doors behind them.
Lily squirms under my scrutiny.
“Do you recall what I said to you when that man was crouched before you, touching your leg?”
“You mean Dylan, the physiotherapist?”
“Yes,” I reply, advancing toward her as she retreats.
“That you would kill anyone who touched me,” she mumbles quietly, taking another step back as I move forward again.
“So you defied me. And I cannot kill my nephew, so I will have to find another way to punish you.”
“W-what do you mean?” Our game of advance and retreat ends as her back strikes the mirrored wall behind her, her hands pressing against it while her chest rises and falls rapidly—a workout without even having one.
“I mean, little flower, I must show you how much you belong to me—just how much I dislike other men, even simply breathing near you.” I close the distance, gripping her neck with my hand as I run my nose against her cheek, inhaling her scent. Fuck, it destroys me .
“Are you ready for your punishment, little Lily Valentine?” She nods slowly, wetting her lips with her tongue while I watch the action, my mind envisioning that mouth around my cock. Soon. I would have to go slowly with her.
“Tights off.” I step back, my gaze locked with hers as she hesitates momentarily before obeying, her fingers hooking into the elastic waistband before pulling down.
When they are by her ankles, I tell her to stop.
She is wearing little white cotton panties, their innocence making my cock harder than it already was.
How was it such a turn-on for me? Even more than a G-string could ever be on her.
“Turn around.” She blinks several times, then pivots on her heel, her gaze locking with mine in the mirror.
“Bend. Hands on the mirror.” She complies, bending slowly as she places her hands on the mirror, her pretty little ass on display for me. The wet patch clearly visible tells me how turned on she is by all this.
“Is this wet patch for me or Elio?” I ask, standing to the side as my palm traces her rear, smoothing over the curve of her ass and grazing her labia through the thin material.
I peel her panties away, the moan she gives me one I will replay later.
Sultry, needy, erotic. A porno for my eyes and ears.
She glistens, weeping for me.
“Answer me.” I raise my hand and spank her ass, her shocked gasp telling me all I need to know. She likes it. I knew she would. Because I know my girl.
“For you. Only ever for you.” Her needy tone and confirmation stiffens my cock further.
“Good girl,” I praise, and a loud smack reverberates around the room, followed by another gasp and a moan.
“Don’t let another man put his hands on your Lily.” Smack. Gasp. Moan. Fuck, I love it .
Her pussy is so wet that it drips down her inner thigh. I scoop it up, popping the finger into my mouth as her eyes meet mine in the mirror. Hooded. Filled with desire and lust. She looks wild like this. This is the real Lily. Free and uninhibited. Revealing a part of herself that she keeps hidden.
“Do you understand?” I ask, delivering another sharp spank as she gasps a yes.
"You wear my handprint so well, il mio fiorellino.
" The sight of her red flesh, puckered with my handprint, makes my dick twitch.
The thought of me branding her appeals to my possessive nature and I think how much better it would look with my come splashed all over it, running down the ridge of her ass cheeks to join with her juices running freely down her leg.
By the sixth spank, Lily is nearly leaning into it, seeking the friction she craves to achieve the release she is clearly on the verge of.
"Oh my," Lily whispers, her legs trembling as she struggles to maintain the pose.
“Will you be a good girl from now on?” She nods her head vigorously, little strands sticking to her heated face.
“Yes.” With her verbal confirmation received, I plunge two digits into her tight little hole, all the way to my knuckles.
She screams out, her knees buckling slightly before she rights herself.
I'm not gentle, but I can tell that is not what she needs.
So I fuck my fingers into her, harder and faster, leaning forward to squeeze her breast with my other hand.
When I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her eyes close in ecstasy.
"Dominico." My whispered name falls from her lips like a plea. When I twist my fingers and my thumb grazes her clit, that is all her body can take. She screams out, her knuckles turning white as she supports herself against the mirror, her core spasming around my fingers deliciously.
I can’t wait to experience that in a different way, but she must ask me.
I promised I wouldn’t pressure her into intimacy during these two months, and based on her reactions to me, I could tell she wanted it.
While some might argue this situation felt forced, Lily would not have dropped her tights if she didn’t desire this.
I know it. I could see it in her eyes. She understood I wouldn’t hurt her, and she knew she could have said no.
But she didn’t. Sex would be more complicated for her, though.
She had trauma associated with it. But together, we would navigate through it.
Killing everyone who hurt her might help.
I slowly remove my fingers and then my jacket before wrapping it around Lily's lower half and scooping her up. Where she belongs.
Her face is flushed, and her eyes flutter open. She smiles at me, the blush resting on her cheeks like a beautiful painting—making me the artist.
“If you want to learn how to fight, I will train you. But you are safe here, il mio fiorellino .” Her smile fades, and she looks away.
“I need to be able to defend myself. You may not always be around.” Unlikely.
She still thinks there is a way out of this when, indeed, there is none.
Never mind. By the end of these two months, she will know.
There is no escaping me.