Dominic

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I stand in the middle of my penthouse, the silence pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. The city outside my floor-to-ceiling windows buzzes with life, its twinkling lights a stark contrast to the darkness within. The quiet feels almost deafening after the whirlwind of the past few days. Reyes and his damn file have thrown us into a storm of uncertainty and doubt.

Across the room, Eva sits curled up on the corner of the plush couch, her laptop casting a soft glow over her face. Her auburn hair spills loosely around her shoulders, framing her sharp green eyes, which hold a faraway look. I know that gaze. It’s the look of someone grappling with too much, carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. She’s trying to process everything—secrets and lies unraveling faster than we can piece them together.

And it’s my fault.

I’ve dragged her into this chaos, and now, more than ever, I need to be her anchor. Taking a deep breath, I loosen my tie as I cross the room toward her, a small act to shed the formality between us.

“Eva,” I say softly, my voice cutting through the stillness.

Her head snaps up, her eyes meeting mine. The questions in her gaze are clear—the doubts, the fears, the constant churn of her thoughts. Words feel unnecessary; there’s a connection between us that runs deeper than conversation.

Gently, she closes her laptop with a quiet click and sets it aside, giving me her full attention. “What is it, ?” she asks. Her voice is steady, but the tension is unmistakable.

Lowering myself onto the couch beside her, I exhale slowly, searching for the right words. “We need to talk about this. About Reyes and his games.” I tug at the knot of my tie, loosening it further, as if releasing myself from the constraints of this suffocating situation.

Eva leans back into the cushions, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she keeps her eyes on me. “I know. It’s just… it’s a lot to process,” she admits.

“I know it is,” I say gently. “But we can’t let him win. Reyes is trying to drive a wedge between us, to make you doubt me.” My voice drops, the weight of the admission settling between us. “He sent that file to you for a reason, Eva. He’s trying to manipulate you, to make you question everything.”

Her fingers twist together in her lap as she nods slowly. “I know. But… why me? Why not send it to you directly?”

I lean in, my tone dropping to a husky whisper. “Because he knows I won’t fall for his tricks. He’s playing on your insecurities, hoping to plant doubt. He wants you to walk away, to leave me.”

Her brows knit together as she studies my face, her sharp mind no doubt dissecting every word. But then, as if some invisible wall gives way, her body relaxes, and she exhales softly. “I won’t leave, . Not now, not ever. I’m in this with you, no matter what.”

Her words hit me with more force than I expect, soothing an anxiety I hadn’t even realized was building. But with that relief comes a deeper ache—something raw and unyielding. Eva has become my constant, my light in the darkness, and the thought of losing her is unbearable.

Without thinking, I reach out, letting my fingers graze her cheek. Her skin is soft, warm, and she leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut briefly, as if savoring the moment. “Eva,” I murmur, my voice thick with emotion.

Her lips part slightly, and I see the flicker of desire in her green eyes—a mirror of my own longing. I don’t wait for an invitation. Instead, I close the distance between us, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s both tender and fierce.

As the kiss deepened, Eva shifted, her legs sliding over mine until she straddled my lap. The feel of her thighs on either side of me sent a jolt of electricity through my body. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, holding her firmly against me. I could feel the heat of her core through the thin fabric of our clothes, a tantalizing tease that only fueled my desire.

She began to move, a slow, sensual grind that had my breath catching in my throat. Her hips rocked against me, a deliberate, torturous rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was hard, achingly so, my cock straining against my pants, desperate for release.

"Eva," I groaned, my hands sliding up her thighs, beneath the hem of her dress. Her skin was like silk, and I relished the feel of her, the way she trembled slightly under my touch.

"Mmm, ," she purred, her hands threading through my hair, pulling me closer. "I need you. Please..."

Her plea was like a match to the kindling of my desire. I wanted to give her everything, to show her how much she meant to me. My hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, and with a swift motion, I slid it down, baring her shoulders and the lacy black bra that hugged her curves.

Eva arched into my touch, her breath coming in short gasps as I trailed kisses along her jawline, down the slender column of her neck. I nipped at the sensitive skin, earning a soft cry of pleasure from her. My hands cupped her breasts, weighing them, feeling the heaviness of her desire.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured against her skin, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, now hard and straining against the lace. "Let me worship you, Eva. Let me show you how much I need you."

She nodded, her eyes hooded with desire. "Yes, please... take what you want."

I kissed my way down her body, my lips tracing a path of fire across her collarbone, over the swell of her breasts. I paused, my breath hot against her skin as I gently bit down on the lace, tugging it gently with my teeth. Eva arched her back, offering herself to me, her hands threading through my hair, guiding me.

With a growl of desire, I pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts, full and heavy, the nipples puckered and begging for attention. I took one into my mouth, suckling gently at first, then with increasing fervor as her hands urged me on. Her taste, the feel of her, was driving me wild.

"Oh, God, ," she panted, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Your mouth... it's so good."

I switched to her other breast, lavishing attention on the neglected peak, while my hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her lower back. I wanted to explore every inch of her, to leave no part of her untouched.

Eva's hips undulated against me, her movements becoming more urgent as her desire peaked. I could feel her wetness through the fabric of her panties, a delicious torment that had me straining against my own restraint.

"Please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "I need to feel you inside me."

I growled, the sound deep and primal, as I stood, lifting her with me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her dress pooling at her feet, leaving her nearly naked, save for the scrap of lace covering her core. I carried her to the bedroom, my mouth never leaving hers, our kisses growing more desperate with each step.

The bed welcomed us, soft and inviting, and I laid her down gently, my body covering hers, our kisses becoming a battle for dominance. I wanted to claim her, to brand her as mine, and she responded with equal fervor, her hands roaming over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

My hands found the waistband of her panties, and with a swift motion, I tore them away, baring her to me. Her pussy was glistening, the lips swollen and parted, inviting me in. I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock throbbing as I teased her entrance, rubbing the head against her wetness.

"Please, ," she pleaded, her hips lifting, seeking the connection we both craved.

With one smooth thrust, I sank into her, filling her in one delicious stroke. She was hot, tight, and so wet, her walls clenching around me as I buried myself deep within her.

"Fuck, Eva," I groaned, my eyes closing as I savored the sensation. "You feel so good."

She moved beneath me, her hands digging into my back, urging me on. I began to move, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, each stroke eliciting a soft cry from her lips. I wanted to go slow, to savor every moment, but the hunger between us was too much.

Our kisses became more frantic, our bodies moving in perfect sync, driven by the primal need to find release. I could feel her climax building, her inner muscles tightening around me, and I knew I was close, too close, to the edge.

"Come for me, Eva," I demanded, my voice hoarse with need. "Let me feel you come around me."

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body arching off the bed as she cried out, her pussy pulsing and milking my cock as her orgasm washed over her. The sensation was too much, and with a few more desperate thrusts, I followed her over the edge, my own release shuddering through me as I emptied myself into her.

We lay there, entangled in each other's arms, our hearts pounding and our breath coming in ragged gasps. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her body against mine.

"I'm not going anywhere, ," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on my back. "Not after that."

A smile curved my lips as I held her close, my body still throbbing with the aftermath of our passion. "I know, Eva. I know."

As we lay there, the weight of Reyes and his file seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the raw, unfiltered connection between us. I knew in that moment that together, we could face whatever came our way.

I roll us onto our sides, keeping her close as I press a kiss to her temple. “I love you,” I murmur, the words escaping before I can stop them.

Eva stiffens slightly, her green eyes searching mine. I don’t look away. I don’t take it back. Because it’s the truth.

A soft smile tugs at her lips as she cups my face in her hands. “I love you too.”

The words hit me like a punch to the chest, leaving me breathless. I pull her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead as relief and something deeper settle over me.

We stay like that for a while, wrapped around each other in the silence. But as the warmth of our embrace starts to fade, reality begins to creep back in. Reyes, the file, the unanswered questions—they’re still out there, waiting for us.

Eva shifts in my arms, her voice soft. “What now?”

I exhale, my fingers brushing through her hair. “We take this one step at a time. Together.”

She nods, resting her head against my chest, but the worry in her eyes is clear. I press a kiss to her temple, silently promising her that I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

But as my phone buzzes from the nightstand, that promise feels more fragile than ever.

I reach for it, my stomach twisting as I read the message on the screen.

“We’re not done, Kane. You’ve only seen the beginning.”