We lay on my bed, cuddling and laughing over this morning’s situation. All of this drama over a simple breeze. Dom texts one of his staff, who finds the letter under the bed. The damn wind screwed us over and almost ruined us.
When it gets late and we still haven’t moved, I suggest that Dom stay over. We have a late dinner at nine o’clock that consists of some frozen food that I have in my freezer. In the morning, I need to go back to work. I have neglected my restaurants for too long.
After waking up in bed for Domenico for the seventh time, I realise that I’ve grown quite accustomed to it. It was horrible waking up alone yesterday and I don’t want to do it again.
“I think you should stay at my house for a while,” Dom mumbles sleepily against my shoulder.
I look over at him, unaware that he was awake, too. “Oh?”
“I like waking up to you, gattina,” he explains. “Stay with me for longer.”
I roll over and smile at him. “Something tells me that, if I stay over at yours, I’ll never leave.”
He grins back at me. “Damn. You guessed my plan.”
“I’m not entirely sure what you’ve done to me in the last week, Mr Lencioni, but you’ve done a number on my heart,” I mutter jokingly.
He smirks with satisfaction. “I’ve fucked you senseless, Miss Castillo, that is what I’ve done. But I’m glad that I managed to get into your heart as well as your pussy.”
I scrunch up my nose and push him playfully. “It’s too early for those words. Stop being so crude.”
“It’s never too early to be dirty,” he retorts. And then he proves it.
He fucks me from behind as I’m lying in bed. It doesn’t matter that I needed a wee, the second he enters me, my bladder is forgotten. I lie on my front, and he fucks me from behind, pinning me to the bed with his weight.
Only once we have both climaxed and he has come inside me, again, do we finally get up. We wash together in my little shower, messing about and kissing regularly. When I’ve dried off, I change into smart clothes for my restaurant visits.
“I’ve put the money in your account,” Dom calls from my bathroom.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him as I finish getting dressed. “I know that this started with that proposition, but a lot has changed since then. I don’t want your money.”
His eyes soften and he leans over to kiss me. “You’re sweet, gattina, but I’m still giving it to you. A deal is a deal and I want your business to succeed even more.”
He snorts. “It’s like petty cash to me, Ale, don’t worry.”
How bloody rich is he?
“If you’re sure...”
“I am. Stop worrying.”
I sit down at my desk and do my make-up. Dom comes in as I’m finishing. He had one of his bodyguards bring by a suit this morning. He looks handsome as hell.
“Another thing I need to mention, Ale,” he says, drawing my attention away from his delicious body and up to his delicious face.
I spot how serious his expression is and spin around to face him. He sits down on the bed and pins me with a firm look.
“Now that we are together, you are going to need bodyguards with you at all times,” he states, surprising me. “I know that they might be annoying, but I need you safe and my enemies will use you as my weakness.” He comes up to me and kisses the top of my head. “They know that you are important to me, that puts you in danger.”
“So, wherever I go now, your men have to come with me?”
He nods. “If it makes you feel more comfortable, I can hire female protection, instead.”
I smirk as a naughty thought pops into my mind. “Can I have Luca? I think he and Hanna need to spend a little more time together.”
Dom must read my mind because he smirks back and nods. “I like your way of thinking, gattina.”
Two million pounds richer, I arrive at my flagship restaurant.
Two million pounds.
I don’t even know where to begin with that kind of money. For starters, I suppose that I can buy out my investors, which would be great. I would own my business 100%, rather than the majority share. I could redecorate. The chairs and tables can always do with being replaced. The walls could be a different colour.
I spend the morning at my flagship restaurant and the afternoon at my second one across town. I check in with the staff and make sure everything is going smoothly without me there. Dom is busy doing...whatever it is that he does. I have two bodyguards with me, one of whom is Luca.
Dom texts me in the late afternoon, inviting me to come stay at his tonight. I know that it will end up being for more than one night, so I pack enough changes of clothes for a couple of days. When I’m ready, Luca drives me over to Dom’s mansion.
“Are you single, Luca?” I ask him when he helps me retrieve my case from the back of the car.
He looks for surprised for a moment before schooling his expression.
“Uh, yes, miss, I am.”
“Please, call me Ale.”
“Sure,” he replies, looking uncomfortable.
I study his face, trying to work out how this sensible, serious exterior turns into a Hanna mimic. I can’t see it.
“Is everything alright?” He questions, snapping me out of my trance.
“Yes! Sorry.” I turn away and then think of something and turn back. “I’m thinking of visiting my friend Hanna tomorrow. Would you be able to come with me, please?”
Luca nods and follows me into the house with my case. “Of course.”
“Great! You remember her, the blonde that I had cocktails with that time we first saw each other?”
His eyes brighten, but his mouth remains in an unreadable line. “Yes,” he replies neutrally.
Good. He remembers her.
I seek Dom out and find him cooking in the kitchen. It smells delicious, whatever he is making.
“Gattina,” he greets me with a smile.
“Hey,” I reply and walk over to him.
He pulls me into his arms and kisses me until I’m gasping. “I missed you,” he mumbles against my lips, kissing me again before I can reply.
“I miss you too,” I confess as his lips move from my mouth to my neck.
I lean my head to one side, giving him plenty of room to cover me in kisses. His teeth join his lips, nibbling and biting at my skin. I can’t help but lean into his touch, melting at his teasing. Dom’s hands sit firmly on my waist, holding me up against him.
“Bedroom?” He murmurs against my skin.
I smirk and pull back. I grab his chin and make him look up at me. Something flashes in his dark eyes in response to be grabbing him.
“Why bother going all that way...” I say teasingly and turn around. I bend over the counter and look at him over my shoulder. “When you could have me right here?”
Dom’s hand drops over his erection, pressing against his slacks. He squeezes it over the material as he looks me up and down.
“You’re a fucking dream, gattina,” he comments huskily.
He grabs my skirt and pulls it up, revealing my g-string. He pushes the flimsy material to one side and strokes up and down my pussy. I moan and press myself against the counter as he pushes two fingers inside of me.
“So wet for me already,” he murmurs. “Tell me, Ale, have you been thinking of me today?”
My eyes fall closed as he scissors his fingers inside me, filling me with pleasure.
“Yes,” I gasp the word.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
His voice is raspy with desire and only turns me on more. I whimper at the loss of his touch when he pulls his hand away. My disappointment is replaced with excitement as I hear him undoing his trousers and pushing them down.
“I’m still waiting for that answer, gattina.”
I snap out of my lust-filled haze and rub my lips together. “I want you to fuck me,” I mumble shyly.
“Where do you want my cock?”
How can he say such words without dying of embarrassment?
He sounds so sexy when he says them, not cringy at all. I don’t get it.
“In my pussy,” I whisper, closing my eyes and pretending he can’t hear me.
He chuckles and strokes my hair down my back. “My little gattina, are you blushing?”
“You know I am,” I reply, pouting.
I’m rewarded with his cock slowly sinking into me. I moan and arch my back, revelling in the exquisite feeling of being filled by him.
“Hard and fast, Ale?” He asks from behind me.
His hands grip my hips, ready to move.
“Please,” I beg him.
He doesn’t disappoint. He begins pounding into me, fucking me against the kitchen counter. My upper body is pressed against the cold marble, but I don’t care. All I can focus on is his cock sliding in and out of my lower lips. I try to grab at the smooth surface for purchase and end up leaning forwards and gripping the opposite edge.
“Dom,” I moan his name as a warning that I’m coming and coming hard.
“Come for me, Alejandra,” he orders huskily.
It’s too much. Euphoric tears leak down my face as my whole body shakes with pleasure. It’s all-consuming. I cannot focus on anything but him for a few seconds as pleasure takes over. Dom curses and then grunts my name. A few thrusts later and he releases inside me. We remain still for a few moments, catching our breaths.
“Are you hungry, gattina?”
His question makes me snort with laughter. “You’re still inside me.”
“I know. So, you hungry?”
“Yeah, I could eat.”
True love revolves around sex and food.