Page 23 of Prince of Queens

“Tony can be a bit… much. But I trust him. I just got off the phone with Isabella. She and Tony aren’t quite getting along,but they’ll manage.” He nuzzles behind my ear, sending shivers down my back.

His hand tightens on my hip, pulling me flush against him. I can feel the hard strength of his body behind me, a reminder of just how much control he holds. It thrills me. Dominic Esposito doesn’t share, doesn’t relinquish his power easily—except when it comes to me.

“No more talk of anyone else,” he growls softly, his lips brushing the sensitive spot below my ear. His other hand moves up, slipping the straps of my sundress off my shoulders, fingers grazing my bare skin.

My breath hitches, and the brush slips from my fingers, falling forgotten to the ground. "Dominic—"

"Shh." He cuts me off, his lips grazing my neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses as his hand moves lower, cupping my breast through my bra before shoving the white lace down and off my chest. “I want you. Now.”

I close my eyes, my pulse quickening. His words send a rush of heat through me. I’ve never felt so owned, so wanted, and it’s intoxicating.

In one swift move, Dominic spins me around, pinning me between the easel and his body. His dark eyes are intense, filled with a hunger that takes my breath away. The sunset bathes his face in warm light, but the feral edge in his gaze is pure night.

Before I can respond, his mouth crashes down on mine, hard and demanding. His kiss is possessive, all-consuming, and I give in willingly, tangling my fingers in his hair as I pull him closer. Dominic’s grip on my waist tightens, lifting me slightly off the ground, pressing me harder against the easel.

His tongue claims mine, and I moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by the heat of his kiss. It’s always like this with him—intense, uncontrollable, as if the world disappears when we’re together.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with lust and possession. “You’re mine, Gia. Every fucking inch of you.”

“Yours,” I whisper, breathless.

His hands move quickly, his fingers slipping between my thighs, finding me wet and ready for him. “Always so ready for me,” he growls, pushing two fingers inside me, making me cry out. "You like when I take what’s mine, don’t you?"

“Yes,” I gasp, my hips moving instinctively against his hand. “Dominic, please—"

He silences me with another bruising kiss, his fingers driving deeper, harder, making me moan against his mouth. His free hand comes up to palm my breast, squeezing firmly, as if to remind me that every part of me belongs to him.

When he finally pulls his fingers away, I whimper at the loss, but it’s short-lived. Dominic lifts me in one smooth motion, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me effortlessly toward the edge of the pool.

The water is warm, steam rising from the surface as he steps into the shallow end, keeping me pinned against him. “You’re not getting away from me tonight, Red.”

I grin, breathless, as I lean in to kiss him again. “I wasn’t planning to.”

Dominic lowers me into the water, his body pressing me against the side of the pool. His lips find mine again, the kissslower now, but just as intense. The stars are starting to come out above us, reflecting off the glassy surface of the lake, but all I can focus on is him—his strength, his dominance, and the way he makes me feel completely consumed.

Without breaking the kiss, he reaches down and shoves his swim shorts off, freeing himself. I feel him press against me, and my pulse races in anticipation.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands, his voice a low growl in my ear.

“I want you,” I whisper, my body already aching for him. “I need you, Dominic.”

With one powerful thrust, he slams into me, filling me completely, and I cry out, the sound echoing across the water. He moves relentlessly, each thrust deep and claiming, as if he’s reminding me who I belong to.

“You’re mine, Gia,” he growls against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he pounds into me, relentless and dominant. “You’ll always be mine.”

I cling to him, nails digging into his back as I lose myself in the intensity of his possession. The water splashes around us, the stars spinning above, but all I can feel is him—his power, his control, and the way he owns me completely.

I’m lost in the sensation, in the way he fills me completely, in the way our bodies move together, perfectly in sync. Every thrust, every moan, every touch—it’s all too much, and not enough, all at once.

“Gia,” he groans, his voice rough with need. His hands grip me harder, his thrusts growing more urgent as we both race toward the edge.

I cling to him, feeling the heat between us build and build until I can’t take it anymore. With one final, powerful thrust, I shatter, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me, pulling me under. Dominic follows seconds later, his own release spilling into me as his body tenses, then relaxes against mine.

We stay like that for a long moment, our breaths mingling in the cool night air, the stars above us seeming to glow brighter in the aftermath.

“I love you,” I whisper, my fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest as we float in the water, wrapped in each other.

Dominic presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “And I love you, Mrs. Esposito.”

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