Page 21 of Beautiful Desire

“Dom, where—”

Opening the door, I pull her in behind me before slamming it shut and turning the lock while pinning her against it.

“Do you haveanyidea how fucking crazy you drive me?” I say, closing the distance between us.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly from her erratic breathing. I’m not sure if it’s from our proximity or because I dragged her off the dance floor, almost running to get here. Lifting my hand to her head, I push a small strand of free hair behind her ear and allow it to gently stroke down along her jawline before taking hold of her chin in my fingers. I lift her head, causing her eyes to meet mine. They flicker down to stare at her plump pink lips, and I crave hertaste.

“Who’s the guy?” I ask, needing to know who the douchebag is.

A dazed expression crosses her face at my question. “What?”

“Who’s the guy from the dance floor?” I ask again through gritted teeth.

It’s taking every fiber of my being not to hitch up her dress and fuck her against this door.

“H-he’s my ex,” she spits out in response.

“Do you want him back?” I ask, needing to hear her to confirm my thoughts.

Moving her head, she shakes out a no, her eyes falling to my lips. When she goes to speak again, I stop her once more by crashing my lips to hers briefly.

Letting go of her chin, I pull back, my hand traveling at a steady pace, tracing its way down the middle of her breastbone. Her breasts push up, allowing me to see the curve at the top. I lick my lips at the thought of sucking on her perky tits. Continuing on the journey down her body until I reach the hem of her dress, I lift it up, my hands skimming up her toned thighs before meeting the silky material of her underwear.

Working my way around to the front, I slip under the material and feel her wetness soak my finger as I thrust it inside her pussy. Elle lets out a sharp inhale at my intrusion. I continue pushing inside her as far as I can, then slowly withdraw and watch as her head falls back against the door, her jaw slacked open. Starting slowly, I begin finger-fucking her, watching in awe as she hurtles her way toward release. She’s magnificent, and I can’t look away.

“Oh yes, Dom. Uh, yes. Oh, my God, yes,” she chants in a breathy tone, making my dick strain against my zipper.

Picking up the pace, I capture her lips with mine, our tongues caressing one another in a needy, passion-filled kiss. I feel her legs start to give way and the increase of her chest rising against mine. Stopping my movements, I allow my eyes to meet hers.

“Dom, please,” she begs, her voice heavy with need.

Withdrawing my fingers, I bring them up to my mouth, take them in, and suck her sweet juices clean. Once I’m satisfied, I take a small step back out of her space and look deep into her eyes.

“The next time you come is when I’m inside you.”

Frustration at the loss of her impending orgasm is written all over her.

“When you eventually realize that’s what youreallywant, come see me, anddon’tlet me see you near him again.”

And with that, I reach behind her, unlock the door, and slip back out into the hallway. Taking a deep breath, I fix my pants, adjusting them to try to conceal my rock-hard cock.

I need to get the fuck out of here.

I pull out my phone and text Bill to bring the car around.

“Thanks for tonight. I’m gonna head out. Enjoy the rest of your night,” I say to Fabi, making my way past the private area where he’s remained the entire night.

Gia is now sitting on his lap, and a cocky smirk pulls at her lips.

“No worries, brother. I’ll keep my ear out and let you know of any updates,” he replies in his business tone.

Taking his outstretched hand, I shake it before turning and making my way toward the exit. It takes everything in me not to turn back and take Elle home with me, but I don’t. Instead, I leave the club and get into the car with my mind on overdrive and a raging hard-on in my pants.

CHAPTER7

ELLE

I thought flyingfirst class was nice, but holy hell. It hasn’t got shit on flying in a private jet. This is one of those times where I love having a best friend who is married to a super-rich mafia don. I’m so glad they decided to get re-married, this time inItaly, and asked me to be a part of it.

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