Page 24 of Defying Love

My eyes locked on his while he continued to ravish me, the ecstasy bubbling up inside until I couldn’t take it anymore and let go, crying out his name.

“Good girl.” He gave me one last lick and then wiped his face. “Now, turn over… I wanna stare at that ass tonight.”

I turned over, my elbows on the table, my back arched, ass up. “Is this how you want it?”

Without a response, he plunged deep into me and I gasped as he filled me.

Our movements were frenzied, a dance of need and fulfillment, each thrust a stroke of artistry in a masterpiece of carnal desire. We moved together, a tangle of limbs and whispered curses, chasing the edge of pleasure sharpened with pain. He was bigger than I had ever had, yet the pain felt so good.

He was not a fast man by any means, and I was starting to wonder how long it would take for Willow to come up and check on me. So instead of saying anything, I got off the desk and pushed him onto the couch in the corner. “How about you let me watch you while you come.”

Dominic licked his lips, basically frothing. I straddled him, my left hand guiding his dick inside me, and then my hips moved and rocked, until he sank into oblivion. His groans echoed off the walls, but that wasn’t enough. As much as I writhed under his touch, I wanted to see him writhe under mine. I twerked my ass up and down on his dick until he grabbed my waist and slammed me down on him hard.

“You are going to make me a very happy man. The way you take my needs and wants… fuck, Alexa. You are so fucking wet… Keep going.”

I lean forward and bite the flesh between his neck and his shoulder, and he comes.

“This can’t be a regular thing, though. I have to get back to work. Willow is probably already freaking out.”

I slip my dress back on and look back at him still naked on the couch. “We’ll have round two later.”

With that, he got up and smacked my ass. “That’s for being such a good girl.”

The reverberations of Dominic’s handprint tingled on my flesh, a stinging badge of his unyielded dominance.

I inhaled sharply, the mix of pain and pleasure swirling within me like an intoxicating brew. Beneath the heady rush, a thread of vulnerability trembled, whispering of the power he wielded not just over my body but perhaps my heart.

I smoothed down the fabric, feeling it cling to my skin where sweat had painted maps of our encounter.

“Back to work,” he said, devoid of any sign that the man who just devoured me with his passion was the same one issuing orders.

I nodded, stealing one last glance at Dominic, the enigmatic man who could unravel me with a single touch. As I stepped out of the office, the door closed with a click, sealing away the fervor of moments past.

The club welcomed me back with beats and lights. Patrons danced and swayed, lost in the rhythm of escape. I moved between them, a ghost with a tray, my steps carrying the newfound confidence of one who had been both undone and remade.

Every clink of glass, each order shouted over the music, felt trivial in the wake of what transpired upstairs. But my hands were steady, my smile practiced—no one would read the narrative written in the flush of my cheeks or the subtle shift of my hips.

With each interaction, the cool facade of the waitress slipped back into place, yet beneath it, the fire Dominic ignited continued to smolder. It was a silent flame only he could stoke—a dangerous game played in the shadows of this underworld we called home.

Chapter Sixteen

Dominic

Asilent war raged within—a battle between the man I was and the man I yearned to be for her. With every glance into her bright-blue eyes, the armor around my heart cracked, revealing glimpses of vulnerability I never knew existed. I craved to be better, to rise above the murky depths of my legacy, but doubt’s icy tendrils coiled around my resolve.

In a sudden surge of determination, I pushed back from the desk in my office at home and stood, the leather chair groaning in protest. Tonight, I decided, would be a testament to the man I desired to become—a man worthy of Alexa’s unfaltering trust and affection.

Things were going to be complicated for our relationship, but one thing that was important to me was being able to share my whole self with her. The good and the bad. We got married before we even got to go on our first date, so tonight, I would remedy that. I set out to transform the dining area into an intimate setting. I dimmed the overhead lights until the room was bathed in a warm amber hue. Candles flickered atop the polished surface of the dining table, their flames casting a seductive dance of light and shadow across the fine china and crystal stemware.

Soft music floated through the air, a haunting melody that seemed to speak of love entwined with sorrow. It swelled in the space, wrapping around me like a cloak, setting the scene for what I hoped would be a night to remember.

I might have only known her for a short amount of time, but from the moment I saw her, I knew. She was the woman who would change everything for me. Our marriage would be the guiding light I needed in this dark forest.

I arranged the dishes with artisanal care, each one a culinary masterpiece crafted to delight the senses—seared scallops resting on a bed of vibrant greens, rich truffle risotto steaming gently beside them. The aroma of roasted garlic and fresh herbs lingered, promising a feast fit for royalty. She was my queen after all.

I stepped back, surveying the scene I created. It was a departure from the violent world I commanded outside these walls. Here, in this moment, I allowed myself to believe in the possibility of a different life—a life where darkness yielded to the incandescent glow of Alexa’s love. Everything looked different through her eyes, and I wanted it to stay that way.

The clock ticked an ominous rhythm, its sound resonating through the house like the heartbeat of the night. I stood motionless by the window. Doubt gnawed at me with sharp teeth, whispering insecurities into the recesses of my mind. Could a man whose hands were stained with the sins of his past offer the purity of love that she embodied?

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