Page 65 of Always You
He winces as his gaze darts to the ground. Oh, so he did, then he came asking me for a chance. I might have slept with Brian, but Dominic was engaged for a year and betrayed me. I was starting a new life, trying to move on because he betrayed us.
“Angel, please listen to me. The day at your studio, you had told me you wanted to be with that guy Ken.”
“Brian,” I mumble.
He sighs. “Samantha called. I went over it in my head. I thought if I tried with her, maybe I could feel something for her since you said we were over. The whole time I was kissing her, I kept thinking of you. Yes, I slipped my finger into her, but it felt wrong, Mila. When she tried to suck me off, I pushed her away; she wasn’t you, Mila. That’s when I told her I couldn’t be with her. I wanted to fight for you, forus, Mila; I promise it meant nothing.” His hooded eyes gaze into mine. He presses a kiss softly on my lips.
I don’t open for him. I turn my head.
“Don’t even think about it. I can see it in your face, Angel, only you, baby, always been you. I fucked up listening to my mom setting me up with her. I’m sorry, baby; I’m so fucking sorry, but fuck, Mila, you fucked that shithead. How do you think it makes me feel, huh?”
Oh, hell no. He didn’t just say what I think he said. His chest deflates as his shoulders slump. The rapid palpitation of his heart vibrates through me.
“Mila,” he whispers softly, but I shake my head, trying to maneuver myself from his hold.
“You keep blaming it on your mom, Dominic. Yes, she manipulated you, but how far are these excuses going to go? You’re a grown man; you dated her and proposed to her. Your reason is, oh, I just didn’t care because I was dead inside. Seriously, Dominic, was it so you could have someone to fuck when needed? Because I was dead inside, I didn’t search for a man just because I needed a side piece. I’d rather be alone than with a man I’m not in love with, much-less propose to or be married to. What would’ve happened if I’d come back and you were married to her, huh?”
I lick my dry lips, anger burning deep inside me. I expel a puff of steam full of air. He stands, and a deep furrow lines his forehead. His gaze trails a visual sweep across my face. He takes a step closer to me, but I shake my head at him.
“How dare you point the finger at me for being with Brian. You were engaged. You made it clear you moved on when you kissed her in front of me, so yeah, I did fuck him. He was my boyfriend. You pulled him out of his car when he was on me, when you were doing the same with her. I was with Brian, trying to move on from the truth you spilled from your venomous lips. I had sex with him when I found out you were with another woman…engaged.” I’m breathing so heavily my chest tightens. Without thinking, I take a step back. Maybe it’s the jealousy, hurt, his betrayal, and not believing in our love swimming in my scabbed soul. His brows perched low. A fire fizzles in his eyes.
“Your right, baby. I’m a coward. I allowed my mom to manipulate me; I should have stood up for you, for us. I regret dating her and proposing to her, Angel, I never loved her—”
I interject. I feel my walls coming back up. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Dominic. You should go back to her. Our past, the years apart, has destroyed us, Dominic. What kind of life can we have if your mom will always rip us apart?” Sobs escape. “She despises her grandson. I-I can’t give my son this life. You chose your mom’s lies over our love. H-h-how do I know you won’t do this again?” Tears skate down my cheeks.
He takes a step forward I take a step back.
“It’s best if you leave, Dominic. You loved her. I saw how you looked at her. It’s best you marry her. It will be better this way. Your mom will approve. I can’t let you choose me over your mom again. She will always come between us. At some point, you will choose her. Our past is too painful. I’ll move back to Manhattan.”
He fists his hands at his side. His whiskey browns pained with fear. I look away. “Baby, don’t you fucking push me away, goddamn it. I just got you back. Look at me, baby!” he shouts, pleading.
I can’t look at him. The pain is blistering inside me. He needs to leave, this hurts too much.
“Angel, please,” he says in a raspy voice, searching my face with his whiskey brown eyes. He gently takes my face in his hands. “I fucking love you. What you saw at the restaurant was me acting the whole time. I never cuddled on the couch with her, I never held her in my arms. I never made love to her. I never looked at her like I look at you, Angel. I never told any other woman I loved them, only you,” he croaks, his Adam’s apple bobs. “Guilt eats at me for treating Samantha poorly. I despised her because she wasn’t you. The fucking rock on her hand wasn’t your hand. What I hate the most is myself for allowing all this. For not...” he exhales a long breath. “For not believing in our love and belittling you for betraying you. Damnit, Mila, not once did I stop loving you.” He kisses the salty tears rolling down my face.
“Dominic, we won’t work,” I say, my voice strangled in my throat.
“S-stop, baby. We fucking will, I made a promise to you. I will not let my mom come between us. You and Dante come first. I will never allow her to disserve you or Dante. Never, do you hear me? Fucking never. You’re my world.” He seizes me by the neck, gently slamming his mouth on mine. His tongue battles for entrance. His erection presses against my belly.
“Fucking kiss me, goddamn it,” he growls.
I stare into his hooded profile for mere seconds. Replaying every word, he spoke. His lips and tongue keep brushing my lips, fighting for entrance.
“I’m yoursnow, and forever, even in our next life, Mila. Don’t fucking push me away, baby. I-I can’t live without you.” His voice is so raspy. He closes his eyes, shielding the vulnerability in his gaze. His hands still wrapped around my neck—the pain in his eyes sears.
My walls are halfway up, contemplating if we will work. How a future with him will hold with his toxic mother. This is not the life I want for my son nor myself involved in. But, I love him; I love him more than anything.
His mouth slams back into mine, fighting for entrance. His engorged erection presses on my core. He bites onto my lip when I gasp. He takes advantage of that, slipping his tongue in. He thrust his tongue, fucking my mouth. Giving in, I bite his lip. He runs his finger along the soft fabric of my jeans and lacy underwear softly caressing my inner thighs, sending shockwaves throughout my body with each gentle stroke. His lips are so full and delicious, it feels like he is stealing my soul with each kiss. His touch grows bolder and more urgent as his finger begins to thrust in and out of me, leaving me breathless. I let out a moan of pleasure before retreating from his hot mouth, both of us now panting heavily. He licks his lips.
“Now let me show my queen how much she’s made for me.” His forehead presses on mine. “Are you made for me, baby?”
All I can manage is a nod, yes. I’m hypnotized by his eyes, the lust swimming in them. His soft lips caress my neck with sloppy kisses.
“Words, baby, are you made for me, Mila?”
“Yes,” I breathe out lustfully.
“I love you so fucking much, Angel. I’m sorry, baby. I’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you,” he pleads, which makes my heart crack.
