Chapter 5 Dom
DOM
I slide into Olivia's heat and the world stops spinning. Holy hell, she feels incredible.
Tight, wet, perfect.
Her pussy pulses around my cock. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I fill her completely.
"Fuck," I growl against her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin. I resist the urge to fuck her fast and hard. She didn’t need to say anything for me to know that this won’t change anything.
She’s an FBI agent first.
But I’ve fantasized about this moment for nearly a year, so I plan to draw this out as long as I can.
I begin to move, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. I’ve never felt this intensity of sensation around my dick.
Is it that I’m bare inside her. No barrier. Nothing between us.
I've never done this before. Not once. Not ever.
Even in my wildest moments, I've always maintained control, always taken precautions.
I know that someday I’ll need to marry and create kids. Or maybe not.
I can hand my business over to Elio, Elena’s second son, since Rocco will likely take over the Monti business from Luca.
La Corona might not like it, but I’m not a family sort of man. It’s why an unplanned pregnancy is a complication I’ve meticulously avoided.
And yet here I am, buried deep inside Olivia, a woman who vows to put me behind bars.
I should pull out. I should stop.
But I can't. Won't.
All that matters is right now and how fucking good her pussy feels.
"Dom," she moans, clenching around me.
Her pleasure fuels mine, driving me harder, faster. I let go the reins of control, let primal need course through me.
I've wanted her for too long. Fantasized about this moment through countless nights alone. Reality surpasses every dream.
Her body trembles beneath mine, teetering on the edge. I'm right there with her, control slipping further away with each thrust.
I grip her hips tighter, angling her body to take me deeper. Every inch of her squeezes me like she was made for this, made for me. The table rocks beneath us.
"Look at me," I command, needing to see her eyes as I claim her. I need to see that she’s with me on this.
Olivia's gaze locks with mine, her eyes filled with desire. The sight of her flushed, breathless, and completely undone pushes me closer to the edge.
"I've thought about this," I confess against her lips. "Fucking you until you can't remember why you're chasing me."
She moans, her nails raking down my back. "Don't stop."
I increase my pace, feeling her body tighten around me. She's close. So am I.
"Come for me, Olivia," I growl, circling my thumb against her clit.
“Dom!” Her release hits hard. Her muscles grip my cock hard. The sight of her coming apart destroys what little control I have left.
“Fuck yes…” My own orgasm tears through me like a fucking freight train. I bury myself deep inside her, emptying completely as pleasure pulses through every nerve ending in my body.
For one perfect moment, nothing exists beyond this. It’s just a man and a woman. Just Dominic and Olivia.
The afterglow fades fast. Olivia pushes against my chest, eyes wide with panic replacing the pleasure that filled them moments ago.
"This was a mistake.” She forces me back. My dick isn’t even soft yet as it slides out of her body.
She scrambles for her clothes. "A massive, career-ending mistake."
Irritation flares through me. I grab my pants, tugging them on. "Really? A mistake? Didn't feel like one when you were screaming my name."
Her cheeks flush, but her jaw sets in that stubborn way I've come to know. "Don't. This can't happen again."
"Why not?" I challenge, watching her frantically shove her arms through her shirt sleeves. "You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. We're consenting adults."
"I'm an FBI agent. You're my target." She won't meet my eyes. "This is textbook conflict of interest."
I step closer, forcing her to look at me. "So what happens now? You pretend this never happened? Go back to chasing me with bogus search warrants tomorrow?"
"That's exactly what happens." Her voice wavers slightly. "This was unprofessional and—"
"Stop hiding behind your badge," I cut in. "For once, be honest. This isn't about professionalism. It's about fear."
Her eyes flash. "I'm not afraid of you."
"No, you're afraid of yourself. Afraid you might actually like the man you're supposed to hate."
She shakes her head at me. “Oh stop pretending this is more than just sex. You got what you wanted.”
It’s odd how much her statement hurts me. After all, it was just sex, right? “And you did too. You wanted my cock and—”
“Don’t be vulgar.”
“You’re the one that said it was just sex.”
Olivia looks at me like I’m dense. "You don't understand the position I'm in."
"I understand perfectly. You don't think I'm in a similar situation. There are many people who wouldn't like that I'm fucking an FBI agent. We crossed a line tonight. Pretending otherwise is pointless."
"It's not pointless. It's necessary." She runs a hand through her disheveled hair. "My entire career—"
"Your career versus what? Admitting you might have feelings for someone on the wrong side of your precious law?"
"My career is over if anyone finds out." She paces, muttering about professional standards and department regulations. The panic in her eyes grows with each step. "I've worked too hard to throw it all away on one... indiscretion."
"Indiscretion?" I laugh, though there's no humor in it. "That's what you're calling what just happened between us?"
She stops pacing to glare at me. "What would you call it?"
"Inevitable."
Her shoulders slump. "You don't understand. There are protocols, ethics reviews—"
"Then tell them you were working me," I suggest, the words leaving my mouth before I fully consider them. “Tell them you're running a honey trap. It’s something you all do, isn’t it? I’d be surprised if your boss hasn’t suggested it to you—”
The shock on her face confirms my suspicion. "How did you—"
“I didn’t know, but I know Blackwood. The ends justify the means with him. The point is, you have an out if you want it."
“I’m not like that.”
I give an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Thank God. I’d hate to think you spread your legs to try and put me in jail.”
Her eyes narrow and I’m sure she’d like to slap me. Maybe even shoot me.
“I’m sorry,” I say before she can do anything. “I’m just trying to help.”
“I’m going to have to recuse myself from your case.”
I’m strangely disappointed by that. “Good, then you can focus on something important like who kidnapped Rocco. Or maybe who killed Leo’s wife. Or who killed Gio.”
"Those aren't my cases."
“They’re not anyone’s cases!” I slam my hand against the table, making her jump. "A woman was executed on the street in broad daylight. A child was taken and traumatized. Where's your righteous justice for them?"
"That's not fair—"
"No, what's not fair is how you decide who deserves your precious justice and who doesn’t.” I step into her space, close enough to feel her breath. "You want to talk about ethics? What about the ethics of selective justice?"
"I can't just—"
"Can't or won't?" I challenge. "You're so concerned about breaking rules by fucking me, but not concerned that your own agency might be corrupt? That someone you work with might be involved in something far worse than whatever you think I'm doing?"
I've pushed too far, too fast, but I can't stop now. "What kind of justice are you really serving, Olivia?"
She stares at me, conflict written across her face. Even so, there’s also defiance.
“You know what, you’re right. This was a mistake. Don’t worry, Agent Ricci, I won’t make it again.” I grab my coat and head out of her apartment.
I hate how pissed and even worse, hurt I feel.
What the fuck is that about?
She’s just an interesting woman.
Why should I be hurt that I don’t come even close to comparing to her job? That Rocco doesn’t warrant justice?
I pull my coat tighter against the December chill as I leave Olivia's building. I cross the street to my car, peeling out wondering if she’s watching me leave?
Probably not.
She’s probably in the shower scrubbing my cum from her body and planning my arrest.
Back at my house, I head straight for my office. I’m too wound up to sleep. I pour three fingers of scotch and sink into my chair.
What happens now? Olivia could double down on her investigation, use this night to fuel her determination to bring me down.
Or she might pull back, request reassignment to avoid the conflict. Either scenario creates complications I don't need.
I swirl the amber liquid in my glass. If she backs off, Blackwood might assign someone else, someone I don't understand, can't read.
Someone without Olivia's strange sense of honor.
If she pushes harder, her judgment might be compromised, making her unpredictable.
I drain my glass, the burn matching the fire she lit inside me. Whatever comes next, I need to be ready.
I need to make sure the surveillance on her continues. I'll move some of my more sensitive operations further underground. I'll prepare for every scenario.
But even as I make these mental notes, I know the truth.
I want to see her again. Touch her again.
I want to finish what we started on that dining room table.
And that desire is the most dangerous thing of all.
I toss back another scotch wishing it would burn away my memory. Instead, I replay every moment with Olivia.
Every touch, every sound, every goddamn word.
Fuck. I'm going to miss our dance. Those moments in my office when she'd stride in with her search warrants and that determined look in her eyes.
The way she'd roll her eyes at my innuendos but couldn't quite hide her smile. The verbal sparring that made my day more interesting.
I run a hand over my face.
In all my years, with all the women who've passed through my life, Olivia Ricci is the only one who's ever made me consider what it might be like to want something more.
Something real. Something I can't have.
I shake my head, trying to rid it of Olivia Ricci. I'm Don Vitale. She's an FBI agent. We exist in worlds designed to destroy each other.
What happened last night was inevitable, the culmination of tension that's been building for nearly a year.
But she’s right, it can't happen again.
Not if I want to keep my family safe.
And not if I want to protect her career, her life.
The truth is that being with me would destroy her. Either professionally or literally when my enemies decide she's a weakness they can exploit.
This thing with Olivia, whatever it is, needs to end.
I need to maintain my distance, return to our professional antagonism.
It's safer that way. For both of us.
Time to be Don Vitale again. Time to remember who I am and what's at stake.
Time to let her go.