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That night, as I slept soundlessly under the covers of the massive bed, my dreams were vivid.

My mother stood on one side of the altar in her traditional black attire. A starched necktie, which was a nice touch. I hoped she knew what a lovely touch it was.

My mother was stoic and unapproachable, and she had tears in her eyes. She was holding her wedding dress, which appeared to be torn and stained, in some places, as though someone had violently ripped it from her body. She tried hard to hold it together, but failed miserably.

“You look beautiful today, Maya. Do you remember what we practiced? Do you remember your brother?” she asked me, knowing full well what I shouldn’t have done.

Her lips began trembling and she nodded slowly, unable to speak. I put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her gently forward.

“Good,” she said softly. “I have to go now, but we’ll talk again later.”

I woke from the dream, not knowing what it meant. Puzzling, trying to decipher what that was all about.

Without a clue, I drifted back to sleep.

Chapter 14 - Dominik

Today was a day like any other. For, in as much as all businesses had a means and mode of operation, so did the Mafia. Basically, every hour for us was a work hour, but having closed all work for the day, I was really and truly done.

When I got home, I got out of my black Mustang and made my way inside, only to see Maya seated on the couch with a loose, knee-length dress shirt stretched around her small baby bump, hanging low around her collarbone. It hinted at the bare skin within, causing my dick to rise.

Perhaps it was her regular outfit, but to me, it was an intimate sight, one that beckoned me to the couch in our lounge. After the day I’d had, the sight I beheld was more than I could bear.

My hungry eyes took in her form; somehow, her beauty was only heightened by her condition. Pregnancy suited her, making her aura more potent than ever; it made me want to have her right there, and foreplay be damned.

She patted the cushion beside her invitingly, and I approached.

I eased down next to her, and my gaze swept across her flushed complexion, taking in the rosy hue of her cheeks. Her body emanated an atmosphere of desire, alerting every nerve in my body.

I placed a hand on the small mound of Maya’s belly.

Beneath my palm, within this layer of flesh, a testament to our shared passion grew, day by day. The magnificence of Maya transformation, fuller breasts and hips, aroused me in such a primal way that I touched her intimately.

Maya’s breath hitched in her throat, a sign of her silent surrender to the inevitable, soon-to-be eternal dance of desire. I didn’t want to fight the tide of temptation pulling me to explore this sea that was her body.

So, I veered towards the nape of her neck and inhaled her intoxicating scent.

Delicately, I nipped at her skin, then I seized her with hot, fervent kisses as I gently pushed her down on the couch.

She moaned, surrendering.

I pinned her hands above her head, then began undressing her. After I was done, I kissed her stomach while stroking her.

The soft sounds of our breathing echoed through the room as we continued to entwine our bodies as one. The sounds of my mouth against her stomach caused her to gasp loudly each time I pulled back briefly.

My fingers slid between her thighs. With a deep groan that came from the depths of my chest, I slowly moved them up to her clit, and gave it a slow stroke, rubbing it until she started moaning louder, begging me urgently.

Once I had found and entered her moistness from the side, I began a steady rhythm, my movements strong and sure. When I reached the spot where our joined bodies merged, my pace quickened even more.

Her hips writhed, and she whimpered with each stroke of my fingers. She was close. Her walls gripped at me tightly as her nails dug into my upper arms, and my fingers stayed glued to her clit, circling the tight bud faster and faster.

Her climax exploded into a torrent of ecstasy, leaving me dazed and satisfied, unable to move. I kept kissing her shoulder as our hearts beat rapidly, both with the thrill of what we had been doing together. But there was something else as well. Something that made my heart race and my skin tingle. I didn’t understand it.

I lay next to her on the wide seat of the couch, still hard—in anything, my cock had become more engorged after her orgasm.

She squirmed underneath my touch, and I gently nibbled her earlobe before capturing it between my teeth. She let out a muffled moan. I took a moment to savor the sensations, knowing she would never get enough of what I was doing to her.

I trailed kisses all over her body, but I was far from satisfied. I wanted to devour her whole.

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