Page 54 of Forbidden Obsession

I felt like a madwoman. What was wrong with me…

“None of that sounds like please, goddess.”

Dominic balanced himself on his hands and rotated his hips, pounding me repeatedly.

“Eeeeeeeeeek! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Okay! Okay! Please!”

He withdrew, and I felt his hot come as it splashed my back and coated my ass.

“Uh! Grgggggggh!”

I stuffed my face in the sheets, but I felt like I was floating, my body stinging and heart banging.

There was no way sex like this existed—perhaps I was unaware. Or maybe it was just Dominic, but a girl could wishfully think our coupling drove our passion into fireworks.

I made up my mind that I never wanted to fuck another soul. It was him and him only. It made sense to me, even though technically, this was a trip with my professor, even though society said we were forbidden to indulge like this with one another.

I could never go back. He’d sealed me—added his imprint to my body in a way that it would always be his.

“Dominic, Dominic, Dominic,” I mumbled. Slumber heavily taunted me, but I wanted to feel his flesh against mine, wanted him to cuddle me like he loved me and never wanted to let go.

What would I do if he didn’t feel the same way? How could I move on from this? From us?

I groaned at the thought, and before I could thoroughly entertain those wicked musings, Dominic’s arms covered me, lifted, and I was taken.

Warm water cocooned me in an embrace.

It wasn’t the coupling I wanted from Dominic since he’d put me in the bathtub and given me space, but still, the waters were therapeutic, so I accepted it, nonetheless.

I hoped when he came back for me, I wouldn’t have drowned because there was no way I could stay awake.

I fought it a little, and I mean a minuscule amount, before drifting off.

15

Dominic

Three days later

The helicopter touched down, making a soft landing. I exited the palace, strolled through the gardens, and climbed inside, seeing Bruno for the first time in a few months.

I carried my eyes over him. In standard fashion he was dressed in black and maroon; slacks, a button-down shirt, a vest, and a wool coat covering his shoulders.

Bruno had been around long enough to be one of the most trustworthy men in the Lucas Cosa Nostra. It’s why he was a leader, with capos underneath him.

In age, there was a distance of fifteen years between us. Bruno knew me when I was a boy and watched me grow into the man I am now. He like a lot of capos at the time witnessed Dameon force me into his lifestyle. They saw me challenge it and Bruno witnessed me break and give in. Bruno understood my plight and would pull me to the side on many occasions to check on me and make sure I was thriving mentally. I always gave him a nod or responded with few words until one day I let him in on my frustrations.

I waited for our conversation to be brought up by Dameon. None of the leaders or capos would keep our exchanges away from him. But Bruno had, and for that, I was grateful. Because of this, I allied with him rather than Dameon.

And even though he was one of the few leaders I felt I could trust, my instability to give another human one hundred percent benefit of the doubt made me keep my eye on him, too.

His mouth broke into a smile. “Dominic!” His voice was rough, like he’d smoked a million cigars throughout his life. “It’s good to see you! Are we going inside?”

He rarely spoke in English. Our conversation went on in Italian. “Wipe that big-ass silly grin off your face, Bruno, what’s gotten into you?”

He laughed as I smirked. “You need to smile more often,” he said. “It’ll do you some good. Make you live longer!”

“Who told you that shit?”

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