Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

Alexa

T he thump of bass reverberated through my rib cage, a primal drumbeat that set the pace for the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Neon lights sliced through the dimness, casting transient glows on the faces lost in ecstasy and excess.

I weaved through the chaos, a specter of sobriety among the inebriated. My tray was a lifeline, steady and sure amid the undulating sea of dancers. A shout cut across the clamor, a demand for another round, and I nodded, scribbling the order with practiced ease.

"Vodka tonic, two tequila shots, and…" I shouted back.

"Make it three," slurred a patron, his eyes glazed with the beginning of oblivion.

My fingers danced over the bottles, pouring and mixing with mechanical precision. The club's pulse was my own, each beat propelling me forward, one drink, one order at a time.

My life was forever changed now. Dominic told me it was best not to tell anyone at the club yet. Why were we keeping our marriage a secret if he truly wanted me? Yet I did as he asked. My only comeback was that if someone asked me about us straight out, I would tell the truth. I laughed because who here would think the boss would even go for a girl like me? Hell, I'm still in shock. Everything happened so quickly but our first night together showed me a different side to the man under the armor.

He was indeed the same man from all the articles but that was only out of duty to his family name. If he wasn't a Gambino, Dominic's life would be completely different.

"Excuse me," a stern but concerned voice sliced through the noise, its familiar timbre pulling me back to reality. It was Willow, her presence like a lighthouse in the stormy club.

"Willow? What's wrong?" I asked, my heart hitching in my chest. Something in her gaze held weight, a gravity that commanded attention.

"You're needed upstairs," she said, her words concise, her lips pressed into a line that spoke volumes of unspoken urgency.

"Upstairs?" I echoed, my surprise splintering my pretense of calm. The upper levels were Dominic's domain, a place where pleasure and power entwined in shadows. Why would he summon me there? Especially if he didn't want people to know about us.

"Get going," Willow urged, her hand giving a gentle push against my shoulder. Her eyes softened for a moment, the nurturing protector surfacing amid her firm resolve. "Just… be careful."

My pulse thrummed in my ears, louder than the music, as I made my way to the staircase that spiraled upward, shrouded in mystery and anticipation. With each step, the noise of the club dimmed, replaced by the heavy beating of my own heart, racing with curiosity and a hint of trepidation for what awaited in Dominic's lair.

The staircase ended abruptly at a heavy ornate door, the final sentinel to Dominic Gambino's inner sanctum. My hand hovered over the brass handle, slick with the sweat of trepidation. I took a steadying breath and pushed it open.

"I thought you didn't want to make this obvious?"

"Close the door."

The office exuded power; dark woods and leathers blended with the smoky tendrils of cigar smoke wafting through the air. Bottles of expensive whiskey glinted on a sideboard, their contents untouched but promising a burn.

Dominic stood by his desk, an imposing silhouette against the backdrop of tinted windows that reflected back our images in faint ghostly echoes. His gaze latched on to me, dark and intense, pulling me into the vortex of his presence. There was no escape—not that I truly wanted one.

"Alexa," he murmured, and my name on his lips felt like both a caress and a brand.

"Dom…inic," I responded, my own voice a whisper lost amid the shadows that danced upon the walls.

He crossed the room in three strides, the predator closing in. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he reached out, his fingers brushing against mine before gripping my wrist with an irresistible force. He pulled, and I stumbled forward, barely catching myself against his broad chest. His heartbeat was fierce.

My breath hitched, anticipation coiling. This was Dominic—raw and unyielding, a storm that I had willingly stepped into. Our eyes met again, and the world outside this room, outside these very seconds, disintegrated into nothingness.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, the edges of his words soft yet laced with an undeniable threat. It wasn't really a question—it was permission, a choice he was giving me, knowing full well the answer that thrummed in my veins. After last night, I would never get enough of his touch, his lips…

"Always," I managed, my voice steady despite the chaos he wrought within me.

That was all he needed.

In an instant, his mouth claimed mine, devouring any semblance of hesitation. His kiss was an onslaught, a siege that broke down every defense I had ever built. Our bodies collided against the cool glass of the window, and if not for the tint, everyone would be able to see us.

I clung to him, nails scraping over the fabric of his suit as if trying to anchor myself in the tempest of desire. Dominic's hands roamed with a possessive intent, mapping the terrain of my body with a touch that ignited fires wherever it landed.

"I don't know if I like you out there, but I'll keep my promise. Maybe try to make your wardrobe less fuckable, though."

His words seeped into my mind. Less fuckable? He had obviously been watching me from up here all night. It gave me goosebumps. This man was obsessed with me.

"Tell me what you want," he growled against my neck, his teeth grazing the tender skin, sending shivers down my spine. His hands roamed to the hem of my short dress and pulled it up and over my head without a second thought. "'Cause if it were up to me, I'd take you on my fucking desk right now."

I smiled and removed his hands from my ass as I walked over to his desk, pushed everything off, and then sat on it, legs spread wide. "I want you to taste me first."

He rubbed his hands together. "With fucking pleasure."

He claimed the space between us in two strides, kneeling in front of me, his tongue doing wonders on my clit. My hands went straight to his hair, my head falling backward. "I'm never going to be able to say no."

He lifted his chin. "Good to know, baby. Me either."

He slipped two fingers inside me while his tongue circled my clit, giving me pleasure before himself. Not being touched in a long time made his job a walk in the park. The chemistry between us made everything better.

My thighs began to wobble. "Don't you dare fucking come without your eyes on me. Watch me eat you…"

My eyes locked on his while he continued to ravish me, the ecstasy bubbling up inside until I couldn't take it anymore and let go, crying out his name.

"Good girl." He gave me one last lick and then wiped his face. "Now, turn over… I wanna stare at that ass tonight."

I turned over, my elbows on the table, my back arched, ass up. "Is this how you want it? "

Without a response, he plunged deep into me and I gasped as he filled me.

Our movements were frenzied, a dance of need and fulfillment, each thrust a stroke of artistry in a masterpiece of carnal desire. We moved together, a tangle of limbs and whispered curses, chasing the edge of pleasure sharpened with pain. He was bigger than I had ever had, yet the pain felt so good.

He was not a fast man by any means, and I was starting to wonder how long it would take for Willow to come up and check on me. So instead of saying anything, I got off the desk and pushed him onto the couch in the corner. "How about you let me watch you while you come."

Dominic licked his lips, basically frothing. I straddled him, my left hand guiding his dick inside me, and then my hips moved and rocked, until he sank into oblivion. His groans echoed off the walls, but that wasn't enough. As much as I writhed under his touch, I wanted to see him writhe under mine. I twerked my ass up and down on his dick until he grabbed my waist and slammed me down on him hard.

"You are going to make me a very happy man. The way you take my needs and wants… fuck, Alexa. You are so fucking wet… Keep going."

I lean forward and bite the flesh between his neck and his shoulder, and he comes.

"This can't be a regular thing, though. I have to get back to work. Willow is probably already freaking out."

I slip my dress back on and look back at him still naked on the couch. "We'll have round two later."

With that, he got up and smacked my ass. "That's for being such a good girl."

The reverberations of Dominic's handprint tingled on my flesh, a stinging badge of his unyielded dominance.

I inhaled sharply, the mix of pain and pleasure swirling within me like an intoxicating brew. Beneath the heady rush, a thread of vulnerability trembled, whispering of the power he wielded not just over my body but perhaps my heart.

I smoothed down the fabric, feeling it cling to my skin where sweat had painted maps of our encounter.

"Back to work," he said, devoid of any sign that the man who just devoured me with his passion was the same one issuing orders.

I nodded, stealing one last glance at Dominic, the enigmatic man who could unravel me with a single touch. As I stepped out of the office, the door closed with a click, sealing away the fervor of moments past.

The club welcomed me back with beats and lights. Patrons danced and swayed, lost in the rhythm of escape. I moved between them, a ghost with a tray, my steps carrying the newfound confidence of one who had been both undone and remade.

Every clink of glass, each order shouted over the music, felt trivial in the wake of what transpired upstairs. But my hands were steady, my smile practiced—no one would read the narrative written in the flush of my cheeks or the subtle shift of my hips.

With each interaction, the cool facade of the waitress slipped back into place, yet beneath it, the fire Dominic ignited continued to smolder. It was a silent flame only he could stoke—a dangerous game played in the shadows of this underworld we called home.