Maria held her stunned breath before unzipping the jeans that she had already unbuttoned, spreading them open so she could see his cock jutting out.
Softly, Maria stroked a gentle finger over the tip, hearing a hiss of pleasure escape from him as she did so.
Watching his cock grow longer and wider was an education that she would always remember because, if she hadn’t been sure before, she was fucking sure of it now. It seemed that fucking real. It felt that fucking real. Because it fucking was.
Reaching out, Dominic grabbed her by the hips and jerked her upward so fast that her head fell back. Seating her spread-eagled on a bent thigh, her bare mound rested on his leg.
Grabbing his shoulders, she held on for dear life, afraid she would somehow be tortured into waking again, alone in her bed.
He cupped the soft flesh of her ass as he rocked her on his leg, starting slowly at first before moving faster and faster, then slowing again as her climax grew closer. The friction of his pants on her clit had her holding on tighter.
Clamping her legs over his muscular thigh, Maria tried to resume control so she could throw herself off the cliff he was denying her. Dominic was no one’s puppet, though, lying her back on the bed before lowering his mouth to her clit, which solidified the realness of what was happening.
Stiffening under his mouth, she couldn’t believe the death sentence Dominic had surely given himself.
“What’s wrong, princess?” He swirled his tongue over her sensitive nub. “Scared?”
“Me? No.” Maria continued to lie back, trying to relax.
“No? Not ever?”
Glancing down at his face that was hovering over her sex, she gave him a promise. “Never.”
“Prove it.” He dared her with the words that she had used on Kayne, giving an ultimatum.
Fuck it. Your life, not mine. Letting her body go limp, Maria opened herself to the very stupid but very brave Dominic as he traced a callused finger along the slit that no man had dared to touch before. Pressing a thumb on her button before inserting a finger in her channel, a ragged moan broke free before she could bite it back.
As he slid another finger slickly inside, any plan of saving Dominic’s life bit the dust.
Dragging his tongue over her clit while he delved his fingers deeper inside, Maria marveled at how good it felt by twisting and turning her hips, trying to reach for the elusive climax again that the man from her dream hadn’t had time to achieve.
Her body was reacting to every movement of his, eagerly waiting for the next. When it did, it was just as shocking as when she felt the slow slide of his finger inside of her.
Dominic raised his head, scooting himself up until they were face-to-face again as he fit his body against hers. His cock slid between the damp lips of her mound, flattening the swollen clit. The sharp dart of pleasure had her thinking she was about to come, but it was cut short when Dominic remained unmoving.
Unable to think straight, Maria dug her nails deeply into his shoulders in frustration.
“Easy, princess. You’ll get what you need.”
Dark laughter filling the room had her head twisting on the pillow.
Maria didn’t believe the Luciano. His family never gave unless it benefited one of their family members. It was the one thing the Lucianos and the Carusos had in common.
Cupping the back of her knee, Dominic raised her leg to his waist. “Hang on, princess. I don’t give lessons; I expect you to keep up.”
Yep, right here in hell was right where she wanted to live.
Tangling her hands in his hair, Maria felt Dominic’s hip move as his cock glided across the sensitive skin of her mound, releasing the crushed button of her desire before crushing it again. Over and over, she was granted freedom before she was pinned, each time feeling the tiny explosions that were erupting within her body. Each spasm stronger than the last, until Maria was arching under him as Dominic swept his head down, covering a nipple with his mouth. The two attacks had her leg trying to hold him still. It didn’t work.
Dominic’s powerful body rippled over hers, easily overpowering her. In payback, he rolled her nipple between his teeth, treating it to the same torture her poor clit was receiving.
Whereas, when she was sleeping, dreaming of Kayne, this reality was becoming a nightmare. Her bedroom felt like a sauna, getting so fucking hot that it didn’t help Dominic was the source of the heat, burning her alive in a five-alarm blaze that Kayne had started and Dominic was determined to be the one to put out.
As he released one nipple, she snatched another ribbon of pleasure that rippled through her as her body spasmed under Dominic’s driving fervor. Gasping, all she could do was hold on to Dominic as she writhed in their sweat.