Page 163 of Vita Mia

She squirmed in the aftershocks of her climax while his fingers held the lips of her sex open to his invasive and seductive tongue.

Then she slipped. She let go. She was undone.

Dominic hovered above her, his lips were wet and his breathing went harsh then smooth. His face was flushed with such intense emotion he looked more like the man she knew. He thrust into her and every thought faded to a blur. Dominic’s re-entry into her heart had started at that moment. Dominic pinned her left leg back and dropped his forehead to hers as he pumped his dick in and out of her. Catalina fought to break free of her restraints to hold or touch him. She could not. She tried to tilt her head back into the pillow so that their mouths could meet. She could not. She groaned in frustrated passion as her body responded to him with pelvic thrusts through her mind shouted for them to remember intimacy first not the carnal lust savaging them. She could not. She took whatever he gave her and was grateful. And when his chest pressed against hers and his hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed as he mounted and pushed them to release she confessed to the room that the feeling was glorious. Passion spent, he collapsed on top of her. His breathing hard against the side of her face. His hands still cupping her ass.

Catalina sighed several times to slow down her heartbeat. It’s race to the finish line wasn’t over. She wanted to hold him. But she was afraid to ask. Afraid to trust what had started again with them. After a few minutes, he seemed to have captured enough wind in his lungs to reclaim his strength. He reached above them and with one hand loosened the belt strap. The tight tug softened and she groaned in pleasure. He then dropped over to the side and faced her. Catalina lay still with her eyes closed. He unfastened the belt buckle cuffing her wrists and she again exhaled as the pain lessened.

His voice was whisper soft.

“Come here,” he said. “Avvicinati.”

She turned into his arms and embraced him. She sighed against his chest. Not sure why but she missed crying in his arms and even thought to do so in that moment. But she held back. And he held her without any snide words of comparison of himself to Armando. And then it was over. Dominic shifted and let her go. She opened her eyes and tried to see through the blur of contentment clouding her vision to his new nature. He pulled up his pants and cursed under his breath. He was angry again, agitated. She watched with disappointment as he eased up his zipper.

“Where do you want his things taken?” he asked.

She frowned.

“Ah... to the church, to the mission.”

“Certo,” he mumbled. He started to walk toward the door but she sat up and called his name.

He paused. He turned and looked at her.

“I can clean the room up, clean out any trace of him and make it suitable for you to move in. Tonight?”

He smirked.

“You would do that?”

“Of course,, Domi I miss... I want you—“

He walked out. Catalina double blinked in shock. He just walked out as if her professing her love to him was something to dismiss. She looked down at her wrists and the red chaffed skin. They both burned and felt raw. She eased off her torn open shirt and shrugged off her bra. Catalina wiped her tears. She was sticky between her thighs and over her pubic hair with his seed. The room was destroyed, but with baby Armando and the rest of the children downstairs she had the time to get cleaned up. She reasoned that this was only a spat. Something they needed to have to move forward. That he was still her Domi. She found a robe and managed to cover herself before she was interrupted by staff or some of the family she hoped had been summoned.

“Catalina?”

She turned. Zia stepped into the room. Zia looked around at the broken glass on the floor and the empty hangers in the closet. The television had been destroyed as well.

“I called Francesca. She arrived an hour ago to help with the kids. She heard your screams and sent her husband and your cousins to come. They’re downstairs with Domi now. What happened in here? The screaming and breaking of things?”

“It was nothing Zia,” Catalina gave her a shy smile. “I overreacted.”

“You? This doesn’t look like you. This doesn’t look like ‘nothing’. Did Domi hurt you?”

Catalina looked to her wrists and the red swelling then hid them from Zia. During sex Dominic had bitten her shoulder. She didn’t feel it at the time but she did now. And Zia was looking at the direct spot that held the most pain. Catalina tossed her hair so her curls fell over her neck and concealed it.

“I need to get dressed,” she said.

“He does not get to come in here and take anything out on you. Do you understand? This... this isn’t love. And the men in this family need to know that!” Zia said.

Catalina nodded.

“I know what it is, Zia. Dominic and I will work it out. Trust me. Okay? He’s under a lot of pressure, he’s just going through something.”

Zia took a step as if she wanted to comfort her further but Catalina stepped away. “Go now Zia. I need to take a shower. Plus, the doctor said you should get some rest. Go.”

Zia held her ground for a few defiant minutes, before she nodded, turned and left. Catalina dropped her head and shook it. Then she heard voices from outside of her bedroom window.

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