16. Dominic
Dominic
Itake ragged breaths, my body still high on adrenaline, as I stalk my prey.
An angel in a golden dress.
The delicate fabric falls to the ground as Cassandra bares herself to me.
Holy fuck, I’ve never wanted her more in my life.
Fresh off a kill, I can’t regulate my instincts. Testosterone fuels my actions as I slam my body against hers, pulling a soft cry from her lips. I fuse my mouth to hers, unyielding in my attempt to claim her.
Needing more, desperate to be inside her, I grab Cassandra’s ass and hoist her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist.
I’m as hard as granite. I line my cock up against her core and thrust, causing her to throw her head back and moan.
Moving blind, I walk us toward the side of the room until I spot a vanity like the one Cassandra uses in the dressing room at Il Palazzo. I brace her with one arm as I knock the chair in front away. It crashes to the floor with a crack, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to replace it.
Like I fucking care.
I set Cassandra down on the vanity and pull away to drink her in. The lights surrounding the mirror give her an iridescent glow. She truly is an angel. Too bad I’m the devil, and I’m here to corrupt her.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she complains, tugging on the collar of my shirt.
With a quirk of my lips, I pop open the buttons on my shirt. Her fiery stare soaks in each movement, as though she’s witnessing an erotic dance. When the last button is undone, she licks her lips, gazing at my defined torso.
Before I fully discard my shirt, I remember another item I have to remove.
I reach behind me and wrap my hand around rubber and steel.
My pistol is a glaring reminder of the events that occurred only moments ago. My jaw locks as I lift the weapon—muzzle caked with blood—and set it on the vanity beside Cassandra.
She doesn’t flinch. If anything, her legs open wider, and she arches her body toward me.
Well, fuck. My angel has already turned to the dark side.
I smirk, my chest rising and falling as my lungs work with my thundering pulse.
With the flick of my wrist, I unhook my belt and unzip my fly.
Cassandra bites her lip as her gaze falls to my straining erection.
“Oh, God, Dominic,” she groans. “I need you.”
“Touch me,” I demand.
She is quick to oblige, freeing my aching cock from the restraints of my boxer briefs and sliding them and my pants halfway down my legs. I grunt as both her hands wrap around my length, sliding up and down, causing pre-cum to leak from the tip.
“Get up,” I growl and take hold of her waist to lift her. She squeals with delight as I place her feet on the floor and spin her to face the mirror.
I bend down, my lips next to her ear. My voice is filled with gravel when I say, “I want to watch your face while I fuck you.”
She gasps as I place a hand between her shoulder blades and push her toward the tabletop. She catches herself with her hands and looks up, finding my eyes in the mirror.
The smile I give her shows every dark intention coursing through my mind. She shivers in delight as she arches her back, presenting herself to me.
I slip off her thong. It falls to her ankles while I align my cock with her glistening pussy.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” I grin, pushing in just the head to tease her.
“Dominic, please!” She arches back as I pull away. “Give me all of you.”
“You want to be filled up?” I ask, entering her only a few inches.
“Yes!” she cries with desperation.
“Then take me.”
I enter her with a hard thrust, filling her to the hilt, my pelvis flush against her ass.
I bend over her, threading my fingers through hers, holding her palms against the wooden counter. I take control as I squeeze tight, the muscles in my arms flexing as I make sure she can’t escape my grip.
“Is that what you wanted, bellisima?”
“Oh, God, yes.” Her head falls, hair cascading down and hiding her face.
I thrust again, jolting her body, but her hair blocks my view.
“Look up, Cassandra.” My tone leaves no room for disobedience.
She lifts her head and watches me through the mirror.
“Good girl.”
I begin thrusting in earnest, hovering over her body and holding her in place. She arches into me, taking each punishing rut.
My attention falls to the reflection of her breasts, which bounce with our movement. I want to grab them, hold her by the tits as I fuck her hard.
I untangle one hand from hers and lift it to grope her breast. She moans my name when I pinch her nipple between my thumb and index finger.
Her pussy begins to tighten around my cock, the telltale sign that she’s close to coming.
“Don’t come, Cassandra,” I command.
“Oh, please!” Her eyes become glassy as her ability to match my thrusts turns shaky.
“No.” I rut faster, the hand on her breast taking hold of her waist, guiding her movement.
“Dominic, please!” She’s begging, urging me so damn close to the finish line.
I pant in time to my rhythm, in, in, in. I’m about to find my release.
“Come. Now.” I bury myself deep, and Cassandra lets go. Howling in ecstasy so loud I’m sure my men in the hallway can hear her.
The second she begins to pulse around my cock, I lose control, filling her with hot spurts of my seed.
Desperate to catch her breath, Cassandra falls to the table, my hold on her waist the only thing keeping her balanced on her legs. I pump a few final times, letting her body milk me of every last drop.
“You’ve become as depraved as me.” I laugh, pulling out.
She sighs, her stance wobbly as I help her pull her panties up.
“You’ve ruined me.” She stands, one hand holding my bicep as she steadies herself.
“And I enjoyed every second of it.” I give her a chaste kiss, then buckle my belt.
She crosses the room to retrieve her dress, steps into it, and slides it up her body. “Help?” she asks, showing me her back and the open zipper.
I walk over, take hold of the slider, and lift it over the teeth. “I like taking clothes off you better.”
She turns around, laughing. “I’m sure you do.” She pauses, mouth dropping open. “Oh, my God. Dominic.”
“What?” I glance down, taking in my shirt and slacks.
“You’re covered in blood.”
I pull the sides of my shirt closed and inspect the damage. “It’s not that bad.” I shrug.
“Not that bad?” Cassandra tugs at the crisp white fabric. Well, once upon a time, it was white. “You can’t go back to the gala looking like this.”
“Eh.” I finish buttoning the shirt and reclaim my gun and jacket. “Don’t worry about it.”
“But . . .”
I grab her hand and lead her toward the door. When I swing it open, I’m not surprised at what I find. Romano-Tariello associates litter the hallway. I can hear Marco and Lucas around the corner discussing the dead Russians.
As we walk out of the dressing room, I spot Leo standing by the door.
“Really?” He quirks a brow, glancing toward Cassandra before glaring at me.
My lips twitch as I fight back a cocky smirk. “You on top of figuring out who these guys are?” I ask.
“No IDs on them, but facial recognition came back with some possible hits.” Leo glances down the hallway toward the man I murdered.
“Good. We can go over that info tonight. But first, I need someone to find me a change of clothes. I’ve got a fucking party to attend.”