Page 118 of Always You
“Mila?” I snap, giving him a questionable look.
“My bad which one, do you prefer? baby, Angel, sweetheart, sexy, beautiful, hot mamma, big titties?”
I laugh. “All the above works.” I bat my eyelashes at him tilting my head up to look at him. “Get in. My turn to take care of you.”
He raises his perfectly shaped eyebrow. “You’re tired. I’m supposed to relax you.”
“I’m relaxed. We don’t have to have sex to pleasure you. I have other ways.”
He bites his bottom lip. “Is that so, big titties?”
“Dominic,” I groan with a smile.
“Hey, you said all the above.” His hands go up in defense.
My mouth twist with a grin. “Fine, just get in already.”
He laughs, and I can’t help but smile at his beautiful laugh. “All right, bossy.”
He peels his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned abs and unbuckles his jeans. His boxers slip off; he sits on the opposite side of me. I crawl to him, kissing him like a needy schoolgirl. I grab a hold of his hard thick shaft. He groans.
“Fuck, Angel, your hands work magic.”
“Umm… I say the same thing about your tongue.”
“Is that so.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
I blush. He tilts his head back, he grunts and groans as I stroke fast and slow, getting him worked up.
“That’s it, baby, keep going don’t stop. Oh, baby, just like that,” he moans until he comes.
“Relaxed?” I ask.
“Very. Thanks, Angel. I love you.” He kisses me with his hot lips.
I mouth into his lips, “Love you too.”
“Let’s get you out and get you to bed.” He helps me up… drying me off, then dries himself off.
I slip on some shorts and a tank top. He carries me to our big Cali king size bed. Snuggling into his arms, I drift off to sleep. Ever since Dominic’s mother confessed the truth, the nightmares I’ve battled for years have decreased to a bare minimum, almost nonexistent. I’m positive with Dominic at my side they will fade away. As for my dreams of Dominic, they no longer exist as my heart is at peace now.
thirty-eight
DOMINIC
Ihold Mila close in my arms as we sit on the bench at the courthouse. My brothers sit next to me. Sophie sits next to Mila for moral support. Roger and Nana flew down to be here for the trial and conviction of Rachel.
I rub the sweat off the palms of my hand onto my jeans. We scrutinize Rachel walking in, handcuffed with an officer walking her to her seat. Pain shoots through my whole body, my gut twists uncomfortably. I know Santiago and Mark have the same expression of pain seared in their hearts. I clench my jaw, color drains from their faces; they appear ghostly; hurt, betrayal, anger are what we manifest as we watch Rachel sit insouciant, chin up with no sense of remorse.
She whispers into her attorney’s ear. She pauses as she turns to look at us. My brothers stiffen. Her eyes soften when she looks at us. Rachel’s irises darken as her glare travels to my girl with pure hate.
I squeeze Mila’s shoulder, bringing her close to me, possessively, protecting her from the woman I’ve grown to hate. Anger boils in me, pinning my eyes right at her, fire blazing, I let out a growl, letting her know not to fucking look at her.
Mila stiffens in my arms. Turning my head to look at Mila, her eyes fixed on Rachel, no hate in my girl’s eyes, just anger. Mila stands tall, like a true warrior. The look in her eyes tells Rachel,Don’t fuck with my family.
Rachel turns back to her attorney.
I rub Mila’s back. Leaning into her I whisper, “Are you ok, baby?”
