“M-more information, Fallon,” I whimpered. “G-get Dominic more information.”
Fallon nodded, keeping his eyes locked on everything Dominic was doing to me.
“Fallon, tell her it’s OK for her to come,” Dominic said as he continued his brutal, delicious fucking, his thumb hitting my clit in perfect rhythm.
“Come, princess,” Fallon said thickly. “Please, I want to see you come on his fingers. Do it for me. Let me hear you.”
His words were my undoing as I clenched around Dominic’s fingers and came so hard I saw stars. I cried out, my fingers digging into Dominic’s forearms. I trembled as I came down from my high, noting the mess I’d made on Dominic’s hands and pants.
“Good girl, wasp,” Dominic purred in my ear. “My very good girl.”
Fallon was breathing hard as I collapsed against Dominic’s chest, my body too boneless and weak to do much else.
Dominic traced his fingers lightly across my bare breasts as he addressed Fallon. “You want this, then get me what I want,” he said in his deep, commanding voice. “Bring me more information, and we’ll move this forward. Start listening. Don’t fucking come back until you have what I need. If you do, the deal’s off. We stick to the plan. Got it?”
“Yes,” Fallon said, our gazes locked on each other’s. “I won’t fuck this up.”
“Good. Now get to work. I need to give my wife a bath.”
Fallon backed away while Dominic began kissing along my neck, his hands cradling my breasts as he rolled my nipples between his index fingers and thumbs. My body was still overly sensitive. I whimpered as he nipped at the sensitive skin of my throat.
Fallon finally made it to the door and left, leaving Dominic and me alone in the room.
“You play a dangerous game,” I said softly.
He let out a soft laugh. “It’ll be beneficial for all of us.”
“Did you mean it? You’ll let him join?”
“I meant every word of it. You’re my queen, Bianca. I want your happiness. I want your forgiveness. I want your love. I'd risk everything for those things. So if Vasiliev is what will help, then who I am to throw it away? He may be exactly what the kings need.”
Dominic lifted me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he brought us to the bathroom. He really was going to bathe me.
Maybe Dominic was playing a dangerous game, but maybe the danger wasn’t to us. Maybe the danger would be to everyone else once we were united the way I knew we should be. But we had a hell of a lot of work ahead of us.
I’d start with the bath.