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I slid down his long shaft and he filled me up so perfectly my eyes rolled back in my head. It was fucking perfect.

"Shit, I'm going to come." Dominic gritted through his teeth.

"You better make sure I come first or you're going to be right back in the dog house. You don't want to be punished again do you." I rode him slowly trying to make the pleasure last. I wanted to ring every last bit from him. I wanted him worn out.

"Hands, give me my fucking hands."

I didn't do what he asked right away. Instead, I continued bouncing up and down letting his pretty jeweled dick rub my insides just perfectly.

"Oh God!" He groaned and turned his head so he could bite down on the inside of his arm.

"Dominic." I moaned and my hips sped up as I neared my climax.

"Untie me." He asked again but this time I was too out of my mind to continue playing my game. I reached forward and released his binds.

My time as the predator was over. The minute Dominic's hands were free he pounced on me like a great lion. He tore his legs free from the baseboard and pounded into me like a freight train.

"You're mine. Forever. I'll never let you go. Even in death, you'll be mine." He wrapped his hand around my neck and for the briefest of moments, I was worried that he really would kill me.

Just as the lights began to flash behind my eyes he released my throat and a deep guttural scream erupted from my mouth the same time my core clenched hard with him deep inside me.

"Dominic!"

He'd never taken me like this. It was brutal, savage. It was all Dominic.

By the time we were done, both Dominic and I were so spent that we wound up passing out in each other's arms.

I didn't know what problems he had outside but I hoped that after tonight, I would never have to worry about Dominic thinking I was going against him again.

CHAPTER 33

Dominic

I can't believe I told her.

Somehow, Faye managed to get me to say the one thing I never thought anyone would ever be able to drag from my mouth.

All my life, all I ever wanted to be was a gangster. I wanted to be just like my father. I wanted to rule it all. But now when I look at Faye and think about everything that we could have in the future, those dreams filled with blood and bullets have somehow turned into diapers and family vacations.

I wanted more than just to have the respect of lowlife criminals, I wanted my life to mean more than that.

Unfortunately, just because I wanted more didn't mean it was in the cards for me. Faye would be the closest I'd ever get to living a normal life.

I turned my head to the side and a twinge of pain shot up my spine.

The beating she gave me had no finesse, there was no build-up, no plan, she was just beating me to beat me. Still the bruises and welts hurt. I'd be tender for quite a few days.

Faye was lying peacefully in the bed next to me and I fought the urge to turn her over and slide back into her. If I could die with my cock wrapped inside her tight cunt I'd die a happy man.

But as much as I wanted to stay in this dream world with her, I knew the problems I left behind last night didn't just vanish. I'd have to take care of them sooner or later. It's better to do it now and get it over with.

Slowly, I peeled myself out of the bed and walked over to the bathroom. I stood under the warm spray of water and let it massage my aching muscles and wash the last remnants of blood from my body. I felt like I'd just gone through a battle. I guess what Faye and I did could be considered battle, I only hope we both came out victorious.

A soft knock on the door forced me from the shower. Whoever it was I didn't want them to wake Faye up. Wrapping a towel around my waist I hurried to the door and swung it open.

Yuri stood in front of me, his face ashen and sweat beaded at his temples.

"What is it?"

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