Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Dominic

T he door gave a soft click as it fell shut. My hand twisted the lock with deliberate slowness, ensuring that nothing could interrupt this sacred moment.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded, her blue eyes wide and luminous, reflecting a mixture of innocence and a burgeoning desire that made my blood sing. The golden waves of her hair cascaded around her shoulders.

My fingers reached for the hem of her dress, the fabric wispy and delicate beneath my touch. I lifted it slowly, savoring the reveal of her creamy skin inch by tantalizing inch. The dress slipped from her like a whispered secret, pooling at our feet in a soft sigh of silk.

Her beauty was raw, unadorned now, and it called to me. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss just below her collarbone, feeling her shiver under the warmth of my lips. My hands roamed over the contours of her body, mapping every curve, every hollow, committing them to memory. She trembled under my touch.

I trailed kisses down the valley between her breasts, the taste of her skin igniting an inferno within me. With each brush of my tongue, each gentle bite, her breaths grew more ragged, her body arching toward me as if pulled by an unseen force. I reveled in the soft moans that spilled from her lips, each one a melody that stirred the darkness coiled inside me.

"Yes."

That single plea shattered the last of my restraint. I worshipped her body with a fervor that bordered on reverence, leaving no part untouched, no secret unexplored. She writhed beneath me, a symphony of pleasure and need that pushed me to the brink of my own control.

"Look at me," I commanded, my voice rough with desire as I captured her gaze.

Her eyes, those pools of purest blue, locked on mine, and in their depths, I saw my own longing mirrored back at me. It was a connection that transcended the physical, unbreakable and raw.

Descending upon her with the hunger of a man starved for too long, I traced the contours of Alexa's trembling form with my lips. The delicate taste of her skin was intoxicating, a sweet elixir that drove me deeper into a frenzy of desire. As I lavished attention upon her, exploring her with an insatiable curiosity reserved for the sacred and the profane, her body was yielding to me, her inhibitions dissolving like mist in the searing heat of our connection.

"Dom…inic," she gasped, each syllable punctuated by a shiver that rippled through her as her fingers tangled in the sheets, clutching at them as if they were lifelines anchoring her to reality while waves of pleasure threatened to carry her away.

My name on her lips was both a plea and a benediction, imbuing me with a power that was exhilarating and humbling. I was acutely aware of the responsibility that came with this surrender, the silent vow that I would honor and cherish her trust with every fiber of my being.

Lowering myself, I tasted her fully, the intimate act sending a jolt through my system, igniting a primal urge that had been lurking in the shadows of my soul. As I indulged in the sweetness of her, the knowledge that she was mine—that we were bound together by more than vows and rings—consumed me.

The realization that this was not merely a stolen moment, but a privilege I would savor time and again, filled me with a possessive pride. She was my wife, a declaration that resonated within me, stirring a possessive yearning that bordered on obsession.

"Only I get to do this."

Her soft cries crescendoed, a melody that danced in the air between us, and I drank them in, letting them fan the flames of my ardor. There was no turning back now; we had crossed the threshold into a world where only we existed—a realm of shadows and desire where I reigned supreme, and she was the queen of my darkened heart.

Her fingers tangled in the thick forest of my hair, tugging me back up to her with an urgency that spoke volumes. Alexa's touch, once gentle and tentative, now clawed with a fierceness that mirrored the storm raging within. The sharp sensation as her nails raked down my back forced a guttural growl from deep within my chest—an animalistic sound, raw and unfiltered.

"More," she whispered, her voice a siren's call laced with velvet and sin.

I obeyed without hesitation, aligning myself with her. With a measured movement, driven by the need etched into every muscle, I eased into her. Her gasp filled the room—a delicate sound that contrasted starkly with the darkness.

The world outside our sanctum ceased to exist; there was only this moment, only the intoxicating rhythm of flesh against flesh. Our bodies moved together, a perfect symphony of desire and possession. Alexa's nails dug deeper into my skin, each crescent mark a testament to the intensity that bound us, the physical manifestation of a connection that went beyond the corporeal.

Never in a million years would I have guessed that this recurring dream of mine would come true. Alexa was in my fucking bed. She was my wife.

"You feel sooooo goood. "

We were lost in each other, chasing the precipice that promised oblivion and ecstasy. Every thrust, every moan, every shared breath spiraled us closer to that edge. The pain of her nails in my back only heightened the pleasure, a delicious contrast that propelled me further, driving me to seek our mutual release with relentless determination.

"Dom…" she cried out, her voice cracking under the weight of her approaching climax.

"Let go," I rasped, my own control fraying at the edges. "Please let go for me."

Alexa's eyelids fluttered, a veil attempting to shroud the raw intensity of her pleasure. But I wouldn't allow it; I couldn't. My voice, a low command laced with fervor, broke through the haze of desire. "Look at me," I demanded, my hands cradling her face, tilting it toward mine. Her eyes, those bright-blue oceans, reopened and locked on mine, a silent plea mixed with unbridled passion.

My gaze bored into her, witnessing each shift of emotion as waves of ecstasy threatened to crash over her. She was beautiful like this—unreserved and sincere, her every barrier stripped away under the weight of our connection. The sight of her, so open and vulnerable, sent a surge of possessiveness through my veins, igniting an even deeper hunger within me.

"Dom," she begged, her voice trembling with need.

"Come for me, Alexa," I growled back, feeling the tension coil tighter within us both.

Our crescendo built rapidly, a tempestuous dance that drove us toward the brink. And then, with a shared gasp that filled the room like a sacred echo, we found our release. It washed over us, a powerful tide that left nothing untouched, merging our souls in a way that words could never encapsulate.

As I took on the sensation, my eyes never left hers. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and the way her nose crinkled when she came, I'd never forget it.

I fell back against the bed, my heart thundering, Alexa's head finding its place over my racing pulse. Her breaths, soft and rhythmic against my skin, were the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I wrapped my arms around her, the warmth of her body seeping into mine, grounding me after the storm of our passion.

Lying there, with the woman who had become my wife nestled against me, a profound realization settled in the depths of my being. Life was irrevocably altered. The presence of her, the touch, the taste—the sheer existence of Alexa by my side promised a future rife with both conflict and bliss.

The stark dichotomy of my world, one foot in darkness and the other in the light she brought into it, was a reality I now embraced wholeheartedly. She was mine, and I… I was undeniably hers.

In the hushed darkness of the room, the soft cadence of Alexa's breathing melded with the distant hum of the city beyond. Her body, a gentle curve against my side, rose and fell in the peaceful rhythm of slumber. I traced the line of her jaw with the back of my fingers, marveling at the delicate strength within her. The silken strands of her hair fanned across my chest, each breath stirring them like whispers of devotion.

I was filled with an emotion that was foreign yet fiercely possessive; she was a light in my shadowed existence—a beacon I had no intention of relinquishing. The weight of her trust, nestled against my rib cage, bore down on me with the gravity of the vows we'd exchanged. She was mine, wholly and irrevocably, and that knowledge coursed through me with a potent mix of tenderness and ownership.

The world outside beckoned with its siren call of duty—urgent and unyielding. Reluctance clawed at me as I peeled myself from the warmth of our tangled sheets, my skin mourning the loss of her touch. With each step away from the bed, I felt the chasm of our separate worlds yawning open between us.

My office, cloaked in shadows, was a reminder of the life I led—one steeped in peril and power. I sank into the leather chair, the coolness of it a contrast to the heat of Alexa's embrace. My hands found their way to the array of papers and reports strewn across the desk, but my thoughts refused to be tethered to the ink and numbers. They rebelled, drifting to the woman who now wore my ring, whose heart beat in time with mine.

The demands of my position within the mafia—an empire of influence and intimidation—clashed with the newfound desire to shield Alexa from the very darkness that fueled my ascent. Each decision, once made with clinical precision, now seemed laced with risk, every potential threat magnified by the thought of her being caught in the crossfire.

A sigh escaped me, a sound muffled by the thick walls of the mansion that served as both fortress and cage. The balance between duty and desire teetered precariously, my instincts torn between the man who commanded respect through fear and the husband who yearned for nothing more than to lose himself in the solace of his wife's arms.

As I poured over the documents, the ghost of her touch lingered on my skin, a haunting promise that bound me to her even as I navigated the treacherous waters of my birthright. The duality of my existence had never been more pronounced; the underworld boss and the devoted lover waging a silent war within the confines of my chest.

The heavy oak door to my study burst open without warning, an intrusion that echoed like a gunshot in the silence of the night. He stood there, my father, with the weight of generations carved into the deep lines of his face and the chill of disapproval radiating from his icy glare. His presence was an omen, a shadow stretching across the room to wrap its cold fingers around my heart.

"Explain yourself," he demanded, his voice gravelly with barely contained fury. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with the scent of old leather and the unspoken threat that lingered on his tongue.

I rose slowly from behind the mahogany desk, the papers I'd been perusing now inconsequential. "You don't need an explanation. It's done," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me.

"Marriage is not child's play, boy. And Alexa Monroe? A nobody. What the fuck were you thinking?" His scorn sliced through the room, each word a barb meant to wound. "She will be your downfall. You're aware of what's at stake. She doesn't know anything about our world."

"She's my wife. I made a promise to protect her. You thought I'd actually kill her because of my stupid-ass decision? Come on, you can't be that naive." I countered, shoulders squared against the barrage.

"Promises are as fragile as glass in this life we lead," he sneered. "Your heart has made you weak. Alexa could be our undoing. And she very well may be. But I'd also advise you to watch your fucking tongue or I'll have Selio come in here and cut it out, son."

"I've made my choice. I'll protect her from anything and anyone, even if that includes you."

His eyes narrowed, dark pools reflecting the decades of ruthlessness that had secured our empire. "Do not forget who you are," he hissed, a serpent poised to strike. "What it means to be a part of the family name and legacy."

"How the fuck could I ever forget that? You have been manipulating me into this world since I was five. Trying to earn a part in this legacy is all I've ever been asked to do. But I will not kill an innocent woman because of a mistake I made. You might not have any problems taking lives, but I won't take innocent ones. Not gonna fucking happen… not even for you."

It was time I stepped up to my father. This was getting out of hand with him showing up at my house at midnight like he owned the fucking place. My place was clear in this legacy of Gambino's, but I wouldn't ever let him near Alexa. She was the only pure, angelic thing in my life and I'd keep it that way.

We stood locked in a silent battle of wills. Then with a final glower that promised retribution, he turned on his heel and stalked out, leaving the specter of his wrath lingering in the room like smoke. He wasn't used to anyone talking back to him. The taste of defiance was bitter on my tongue, yet beneath it lay the sweet undercurrent of victory—he knew, as did I, that my resolve was ironclad. Alexa would be shielded from the darkness, no matter the cost, for she was the beacon that guided me through the night.

I had found the woman who would stand by my side as my queen and not one motherfucker was taking that from me.