Page 57 of Mistletoe in the Mafia

Fuck, I really, really love his dirty talk.

“Take off the shirt,” he orders.

I do so like an obedient girl, lifting it over my head. My underwear follows in quick succession until I’m standing naked in front of him. He’s also undressed to a certain degree. And by that I mean he’s undone his buckle and his cock is currently standing erect in front of me, hard and huge, already leaking with pre-cum.

My eyes narrow, though, when I take in the rest of him.

“If I have to get naked, you do too,” I state.

Dominic smiles but doesn’t argue. Holding eye contact, he slowly pulls his shirt over his head and then takes off his pants as well. I suck in a sharp breath out of expectation.

“You ready, baby?” he asks, shifting closer and slowly lifting me up so my core is in line with his cock.

I nod jerkily and he growls before bumping the crown of his cock against my clit. Once, twice. Just as I’m about to beg for it, he pauses. My eyes meet his in confusion.

“Condom,” he grits out.

My eyes widen. I never forget condoms, ever. But I got carried away and it seems he did, too. I should tell him to stop, to get a condom.

“I’m on birth control,” I find myself saying instead. “And I’m clean. I got tested about two months ago and I haven’t been with anyone else since.”

Dominic glares at my mentioning being with anyone else. I roll my eyes. Possessive caveman.

“I’m clean, too,” he mutters.

“Okay. So…” I prompt.

“So this.” And then he’s thrusting inside of me in one violent go.

My back arches off the wall and a powerful shudder rips through me. He lifts my legs so they’re wrapped around his waist as he drives into me with deep, harsh strokes that are meant to punish me, just like he promised.

“You’re taking me so well, Flowers. So well,” he says, enunciating his words with thrusts.

He pulls out all the way to the tip, then slams back inside me, hitting a spot so deep and turning me into a puddle of emotions. He slides his hand up my breasts and calmly wraps it around my throat, lifting my head in the process until I’m looking at him.

He drives into me harder, fucking me like he owns every inch of me. I can feel my walls tightening around him, strangling his dick as he groans. My core clenches in short intervals as he thrusts into me. It goes on and on. Dominic fucks me like he’s on the edge of a cliff. It’s raw and primal, intense and punishing.

“We’re going to come together, Madelyn. I want you to scream,” he tells me.

As soon as his fingers brush against my aching clit, I scream as he asked. My nails scrape his arms and I come harder than I ever have in my life. Dominic grunts as well, and I feel his release coating my insides a second later.

I’m still a mess when he pulls out of me. He doesn’t drop me, though. I clutch him as he carries me in the direction of his bedroom. His scent immediately surrounds me and I suck in some much needed air.

Dominic places me gingerly in the middle of the bed. He steps away, and when he returns, it’s with some tissue and a washcloth. I’m physically unable to move so I can only watch as he uses some of the tissues to clean my thighs before proceeding to wipe all over my body.

It’s the best aftercare I’ve ever received and my heart is a racing, thudding drum by the time he’s done. He doesn’t say a word and neither do I. I just watch him as he massages my sore thighs and then the rest of my body. His ministrations are so soothing, I find myself drifting off.

I fight to stay awake but it’s no use.

“Thank you,” I murmur softly right before my eyes fall closed and my breathing evens out.

When I wake up, I find myself wrapped in a warm cocoon. Dominic’s arm is wrapped around my middle, pulling me against him, while his other arm is slung over me. He’s literally hugging me like a koala bear, and I feel safer than I ever have.

I also didn’t have any nightmares. I slept soundly. It’s bright out now, sunlight streaming through the window drapes. I’m stunned by how long I slept and how comfortable I was throughthe night. I try to wriggle free, but instead of letting go, he only seems to hold me tighter—which is how I know he’s awake.

“Dominic,” I murmur in frustration.

“Shh, stay still,” he whispers.

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