Page 59 of The Don's Hidden Heir

“What was what?”

She points at my face. “You just blushed, Elena. I asked about Dominic and you blushed. Something’s going on between you two, isn’t it?”

I lower my gaze to the table, tuck hair behind my ear and nod.

Moira leans forward and grabs my hand. She’s like a happy puppy wagging her tail with excitement. “Spill the beans, babe. I want to hear all of it.”

“Dominic and I had…”

She throws a hand over her mouth. “You had sex with him?” she asks, her voice high-pitched. Moira can be dramatic and I love her for it. But Lucas is upstairs and the maids could hear us.

“Keep your voice down,” I whisper, flushing.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She breathes in deeply. “How was it?”

I take a sip of my tea to buy myself a moment, and Moira leans in closer, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “It was...” I search for the right word, but my mind is clouded with images of that night. "Incredible."

Dominic and I haven’t been intimate since, though. He’s been busy trying to get things under control with the Bratva and on nights when I’m not worrying about his safety, I’m blushing and wishing he would fuck me the way he did that night.

Her eyes widen. "Incredible? That's all you're giving me, Elena?"

I chuckle nervously. "What do you want me to say, Moira? It was passionate, intense, and unlike anything I've ever experienced before. But it's complicated."

Moira leans back, contemplating my words. “Complicated? Are you worried about the mafia stuff?”

I nod. “It's always there, lurking in the background. I can't escape it, and I can't forget what he does. But when we're together, it's like the world fades away.”

She grins mischievously. “Sounds like love to me.”

I hesitate, unsure if I should use that word. “I don't know, Moira. It's too soon to say."”

Moira nods, understanding in her eyes. "Well, whatever it is, just be careful. You and Lucas deserve happiness."

I smile with gratitude at her. “I know, Moira. And that is the reason I’m taking my time to consider the risks of becoming entangled with him.”

“Don’t miss out on something good just because you’re afraid. You were miserable for years because you and Dominic couldn’t be together. Don’t put yourself through all that stress a second time.”

“I won’t. Thank you for being so easy to talk to.”

She waves it off, but her smile remains. "Now, spill more details. How did it happen? Where? When?"

I laugh, grateful for the chance to change the topic, even if only slightly. "It happened in his bedroom. I came home late and went to the kitchen for dinner. Dominic joined me, made me dinner. We got talking, and…”

Moira leans in even closer, hanging on to my every word. I don’t tell her about how deep his thrusts were, or how he cuffed my hands and spanked me.

Fuck.

I also don’t tell her about the two magnificent orgasms I had, but as I narrate the basics of how intense it was, I can't help but feel a warm, tingling sensation deep inside me. It's not just the memory of passion; it's the realization that despite the danger, I'm falling for him. Again. And there's no turning back now.

Moira listens with rapt attention. I expect her usual gasps and all when I finish, but instead, worry mars her expression.

“Elena, have you talked to Dominic about what you want in this relationship?”

I still. Discussing my feelings with Dominic is a conversation I’ve been avoiding. “What do you mean?”

She leans in closer, lowering her voice. “I mean, have you discussed where this is going? Do you want a future with him, or is this just a fling to distract you both from the war with the Bratva?”

I don’t answer.

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