Page 38 of Taste of Sin

I’m pacing the floor at an alarming rate when Dominic comes through the door. I want to curl into him and have him make me feel safe again, like only he can, but I don’t.

“What’s going on Dominic? Who was that man and why…” I shake my head, unable to form the words with a steady voice. “Why did he kill Don Marco?”

He crosses the floor and draws me into his arms the way I need him too. His touch is comforting but I can’t get the image out of my head. “I’ll explain everything after I take a shower.”

“What? A shower?” My anxiety is at an all-time high. I pull back and that's when I notice the blood seeping through his shirt. “You’re hurt.”

“This is nothing.” He shrugs it off like it's an everyday occurrence and I’m suddenly questioning my sanity.

Is this what our life is going to be like?

“Callie. I need you to trust me.”

“I want to, Dominic. I do, but you lied to me before and there’s a dead man in your office.”

“Actually, there’s two.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“It’s complicated Callie.” He sits on the edge of the sofa. “Xander found out about our wedding and put a hit on you. He hired Don Marco to do it. Victor was following his orders and spying on us. They had to pay for their betrayal.”

I crash down next to him, “All of this was because of me?”

“No. It was because of their greed.” He rockets off the couch, unable to sit still. “I told you Callie. I protect my own and I’d kill anyone who tries to hurt you. I’m an asshole, yes, but I’m a man of my word.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.” He drags his hand through his hair.

“Tell me, Dominic.” I rise to my feet crossing to him, “I need to hear you say it. Give me your word.”

“I love you, Callie. I fucking love you.” He cages me into his arms slamming me back against the wall. His mouth and hands matching the frantic beat of both our hearts.

“Let me show you.” Dragging my pants down over my hips, he rips at my panties and trails his claims over my skin and up the inside of my thigh. He reaches my throbbing pussy and shoves two fingers deep inside. Rough and possessive. His thumb circles my swollen clit, and my insecurities fade away as a moan crosses my lips.

I rip at the front of his jeans, “Make me feel it.”

He hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes his hard cock inside me so deep I can feel him driving all my conflictions about his feelings away.

Clawing my fingernails across his neck, I mark him too. Claiming his sins as my own as I clamp down around him. He thrusts hard and deep, and we come together in a rush of frantic need and obsession.

He presses his forehead against mine, “Don’t ever doubt me, Princess.”

“Never again.” He slips out of me, and I slide down, “Now you can shower.”

“Come with me.” He rasps against my ear, his stubble grazing my cheek.

“I’m not ready to wash this feeling off.” I wiggle back into my pants.

“Can I change your mind?” He pulls me in for another kiss only this time it's tender and just as possessive.

I listen to the click of the bathroom door and the water turning on as I sit with myself trying to settle my thoughts. This is so much to take in but the way I feel when Dominic possesses me is all my heart needs to know, my head just needs to shut the hell up.

I punch in my father's phone number, and it rings on both sides of the door. Confused, I disconnect the call and draw open the front door. “What are you doing here, daddy?”

“Where’s Dominic?” He pushes past me uninvited.

“In the shower.” I tip my head toward the bedroom door.

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