Page 160 of Vita Mia

“Not your fucking pet.”

Catalina sat back. “Domi, I know at first I said—”

“Don’t,” he whispered.

“Don’t what?”

“Make excuses. I don’t need them. I don’t want them.”

“You’re becoming... him.”

“I’m not Gio,” he replied.

She nodded her head in agreement.

“No. You’re not Gio. You remind me of someone else.”

“I’m not Armando.”

“You remind me of Patri.”

Dominic’s smirk faded. His expression was now confusing to her. It was the same look of mean indifference she’d seen before mixed with something else. And at first, she didn’t know that look on her Domi. It dawned on her she didn’t know the look because she’d never seen it before. Then she recognized why she’d felt apprehension since his return from Renaldo’s funeral. She recognized what was beneath his dark stares, and cold manner. It was his enjoyment. He was enjoying becoming something else.

“Who are you now?” she asked.

“I’ll show you,” he said. He came out of his chair and she went back on her hands. His gaze was on her when he stood. And then she moved off the desk. She turned away but he caught her hand and pulled her forward.

“I’m done with the games.”

His hold was tight.

“Stop.”

Dominic did not obey. He grabbed her lower face with his hand and harshly kissed her forcing her to her knees. She pushed at his chest at first but stopped resisting he laid her back on the floor. As he moved over her she felt the same dangerous patter of her heart that always proceeded lovemaking with him. He barely gave her room to adjust to his weight. He stopped kissing her to stare down into her face. They’d shared a few kisses, but he’d not even tried to come into her bedroom. At first, she was relieved, then she began to wonder why. Now she flat out missed his affection and attention.

“Should I fuck you in his bed or on his floor?”

“What did you say?”

“I can take you out back and fuck you in the grass, or had he done that too?”

“Okay that’s enough. To hell with this.” She pushed at his chest to end the seduction. Once again, he’d said something so cruel and disrespectful she lost the taste for him. But he didn’t budge. His amber eyes continued to stare into hers. Fear whispered in her mind.He’s going to punish you, by taking even the love and desire you shared in sex away.Don’t let him. Don’t give him that kind of power.Push him off and run to your room. Lock the door. Put a chair under the knob to keep him from coming inside after you. Run and hide until this stranger is gone and your Domi is back. The true love of your life.

Of course,, she did none of that. Because she wasn’t just an average woman. And she didn’t love average men. Before he touched her, she confessed one last thing to herself. Whoever Domi was now, however the violent life of being the Don of Palermo had changed him, she would help him through it. He put his hand to her mouth and covered it so she didn’t cry out or object. Maybe she should have told him that she wouldn’t object. But she didn’t. She said nothing as he ripped her shirt open and yanked hard at her shorts ripping off her waistband and dragging them down to her knees. His nails scraped her hip and thigh. He forced her left breast out of the cup of her bra. Dominic’s mouth went over her nipple and his tongue did a swirl of a lick. Her lashes fluttered. She breathed harder through her nose because her mouth was clamped shut under the crushing pressure of his hand. His mouth scored down from her breast over her bare tummy to her exposed mound. He licked the hairs. He yanked off her shorts the tangle of her panties and she moved her legs only a bit to aid him. He didn’t seem to like her assistance. She could tell at how rough he became with stripping them away with one hand, so she went still.

His hand lowered from her mouth. Only because he needed both to grab her hips and drag her down closer to him. He went back on his knees. Dominic removed his blazer, then his tie while staring down at her. She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt but didn’t remove it. The bruises from his short time in jail had all faded away. He unbuckled his belt and dragged it through the loop of his pants. She again forgot the rules. Out of pure desire to have him love her the way he once had again she unfastened the clip to the front of her bra and released breasts she knew had changed from breast feeding for nine months to him. Her body was different. She tried to exercise the baby weight away, but it could be seen in her breasts and hips.

Dominic’s reaction was swift. He leaned in and took her arms. He put them both above her head. He used his belt to loop around her wrists and fastened it tight to keep her bound.

“What are you doing?” she asked in surprise. Forced restraint wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. His hand followed the trail of his gaze as he dragged it slowly down from her neck to her breast, then to her navel and then between her thighs to cup her sex. His touch was gentle, almost loving, but she didn’t like it. He mocked the sweet side of him that would ask for permission to touch her, and spend hours just pleasing her body before he pleased himself.

“Domi release me, we don’t have to be this, do it this way,” she said in hope of reaching him. But he just stared at her pussy as if she hadn’t spoken. He parted her thighs with both hands to get a good look at it.

“How many times did he fuck you?” he asked while fixated on the pink slick walls of her vagina. “Three, four, ten?”

Catalina’s eyes teared.

“The first time he fucked you, was it raw?” he asked.

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