Page 12 of DOM: The Miami King

Dom nodded. “Dique, set up the safehouse rotation. O’Shynn, you rework the manifests. Carmen… keep yo’ eyes on that file. I need to know if anybody else breathes near that shit.”

“I got you,” I said.

Dom looked at me once more in a heavy stare. Like his eyes were saying, thank you, I’m sorry, I want you, I still need you. He stepped closer once again. “You sure you good?”

“I’m not the one with offshore accounts under my empire,” I said.

His eyes scanned my face. He was looking at me hard. The way he did when he didn’t wanna say what he was thinking. His jaw tightened and his gaze dropped lower. “You look good,” he said.

I raised a brow. “You always say that when you don’t got nothing real to say Dom.”

He didn’t respond, he just looked at my lips in silence. I cleared my throat and tried to stay focused as his Baccarat filled my nostrils. “You gonna fix this?” I asked.

“I’ma bury that shit.”

“You better.” I said managing to smile. Dom didn’t even know the extent that I had already gone through to start the process of cleaning this shit up.

Dominique cleared his throat. “So... we blowin’ shit up or what?”

O’Shynn rolled her eyes. “Can you go one day without turning shit into a shootout?”

Dom looked at his twin siblings and gave orders. “Aye, no mistakes, no loose ends. Keep shit quiet and keep it movin’.” Then he looked at me one last time. That one look said everything his mouth wasn’t ready to say. I could feel my pussy moistening and knew I needed to get home.

While Dom stayed inside finishing things with his siblings, the security walked me out to my own truck. Rows of heavily bulletproofed black Escalades were lined up along the road that screamed Royal Cartel all over it. I didn’t mind being followed home by some of Dom’s men because he only did it for safety, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t ride with my own gun on my lap.

It was a little after 5AM when I walked back inside of my sanctuary fighting the storm that came out of nowhere on my way home. My hair was a mess, and my hands slightly trembling from adrenaline of rushing inside. I set my gun down on the counter, peeled off my clothes, and flopped onto the couch with the weight of many lives sitting on my chest.

My phone buzzed and my eyes jolted down to a message from Dom:“U good?”

I stared at the screen for a long minute before typing back:“Always. We need to talk. Of course, in person and soon.”

He left me on ‘read’ which was typical. He wouldn’t say much right now, but I saw the message beneath his silence. He was watching my ass making sure that I didn’t fold, and his eyes told me he needed me in more ways than one. I sat in the dark for a few minutes trying to ignore the tension in my warm pussy. I needed Dom too, and I’d die before I let anyone bring the Royals down, even if one of them was the reason the feds came knocking.

I walked to my nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and grabbed the only damn thing that made sense at the moment, my rose toy. My pussy was so wet that I didn’t need lubricant. I hadn’t been fucked by a man since before I even met Dom and it had been a long time coming, I just wished he would do it already before I found it elsewhere. The weight of the night had me going, especially the tension with Dom.

The flashes of Victoria glancing at him like she didn’t have no shame replayed in my mind. Also, the secret files waiting to catch fire were on my mind as well and the loyalty I knew would cost me everything. I couldn't carry it anymore and I needed to release. I laid back on my bed, as the city lights peeked through the windows. I took slow, deep breaths as I began to please myself. It was only so long a woman could hold off, but my loyalty made me wait, even if I was just a contracted wife.

I was right on the edge of cumming when that shift in the air had me feeling as though there was a presence with me. That presence that only one man ever brought with him. I jerked up, pulling the toy away, ready to grab my gun with my heart pounding. Dom stood in the doorway looking at me hard like he wanted to tear the world down just to have a piece of me.

Iwas sittin' in my office, still wired from the night. Tone was posted up with Victoria at my penthouse, locked down tight, but tomorrow she was goin’ to the safe-house. I didn’t trust keepin’ her in my safe space and shit with El Blanca was still in the air. I should’ve been plannin’ the next move but instead I was sittin’ in front of the security monitor, with my jaws clenched, breathin’ all tight and shit, watchin’ Carmen through the private camera link I had tied to her system.

She didn’t know I was tapped in, and she didn’t need to know either. Never did she ever need to know I could see her. She knew I could have eyes on her whenever I wanted but for the most part, I tried to give her just a tad bit of freedom to live a normal life. Lately, she didn’t know how fuckin’ bad she made me want to throw every rule I ever wrote about our marriage in the trash. She was layin' there, legs spread wide open, with her robe slidin’ off one shoulder, and her thongs pulled to the side as she worked that little rose against herself like the world wasn’t burnin’ down around us.

Her head was tilted back, and her mouth parted with soft moans and deep gasps. I swallowed hard and gently gritted my teeth. I shouldn’t have been watchin’ her. I shouldn’t even be thinkin’ bout touchin’ her, especially with all the shit goin’ on around us and damn sho’ not with the feds breathin’ down my neck, and last but not least, especially not with Victoria sittin' two floors above me… but fuck it. Some lines weren’t meant to stay uncrossed. I grabbed my phone, pulled up her alarm app, the one she didn’t know I had access to, and cut it off. Next, I was out the door and at hers in no time. The second I cracked that door open; I felt that energy. It was like the whole fuckin' room shifted around her. Like a thief in the night, she didn’t hear me come inside.

Carmen laid there, lost in her own touch, with her body arching slow and grinding under the glowing lights that peeked through the windows from the city outside. Her fingers gripped that rose like it was her last option on earth. I felt my throat slightly tighten up as I lightly balled my fist. Every instinct in me screamed to turn the fuck back around and leave her the fuck alone… to remember who the fuck I was. However, I ain't move and neither did I blink. I just stood in the shadows with my heart poundin’ so loud it damn near drowned out the soft little moans she was makin'.

She didn’t know I was watchin’ her come apart. Then, like she sensed it, or maybe her instincts recognized the danger before her mind did, she froze before her eyes snapped open snatching the toy away from in between those perfect thighs. She gasped when she saw me.

"What the fuck Dom! How did you?—?"

I stepped forward, calm, yet still fuckin’ dangerous. "Shh," I said, in a low tone. "Keep goin’."

She looked at me like she couldn’t believe it. It was almost like she didn’t know if she should scream or melt. But she still didn’t move as her hands trembled. She couldn’t fake it if she wanted to ‘cause her body was damn near begging. I locked eyes with her, lettin’ her feel the weight of my words.

"Don't stop, Carmen," I said, droppin’ my voice even lower now.

I pulled my shirt over my head, lettin' it fall to the floor, as my muscles flexed tight under my tattoos as they stretched across my chest representing the marks of the life I lived and all the shit I fought. They represented the loyalty that branded me long before she ever got to me.

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