Dominic (Made Men 8)

Taking her ankles, Dominic lifted both of her heels to his shoulder before taking her hips to pull her pussy to his dick.

Any thought of Lucifer went out of her head like a nuclear invasion when he slid inside of her. Leaning over her forced her legs to go higher.

“Dom … we’re never going to get a divorce, are we?” was the sighing moan she gave as he thrust inside of her.

A surrender? Probably. But damn, if the only time she gave control over was when he fucked her, was that really losing? Or is it a win …? It felt like a fucking victory as she grew slick around his dick, and he started nibbling on her neck.

“No, we won’t.”

He was right; he was never leaving her bloodstream. Fucking Dominic was more addictive than the most expensive drug sold on the streets.

“I would kill you before I let you leave me,” she said the harsh words in a sweet tone as she grabbed his hair to lift his head to show him she was joking … kind of. She would kill him before she would let another woman have this.

Maria had kept each and every expensive shoe and purse that she had owned because they were hers, and she didn’t want to go out and see what was hers on someone else.

“Why would I leave you, princess, when I have everything I could ever want with you.”

“Me, too,” she breathed the words out.

Dom stopped moving inside of her. “You do?’

“What else could I want? You have a big dick and know how to use it.”

“Oh.” Dom laughed as he started moving again, but Maria could see the hurt in his eyes.

“You promised never to tell me no when I want something,” she continued, despite wanting to come, but she was determined to hold out this time.

His dimples were nowhere in sight as she went on.

“Promised me only girls …”

He pumped inside her faster. “No, I didn’t.”

“Quit interrupting and go slower.”

“Maria, are we fucking or are you trying to bust my nuts?”

“We’re not fucking.” She searched for his hand that held the thick ring she placed on his finger. “We’re making love.”

Dominic suddenly stopped moving to search her eyes. “You have to be in love to make love, princess.”

“You told me you love me … don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Then what’s the problem?” she grumbled, wanting him to start back inside of her.

“Maria …” Dominic’s brows drew together. “Are you telling me you love me?”

“Isn’t that what I’ve been saying?”

He shook his head at her as he went back to thrusting deep inside of her. “I must have missed the L-word.”

“I L-O-V-E you, Dominic.” Maria bore her emerald eyes into his as he fucked her. “Did that spell it out for you?”

Damn, the dimples did it. Unable to hold out any longer, Maria arched on his dick and let Dominic chalk up another win. Well … hell.

“I love you, Maria,” he whispered into her ear as he let himself go when he felt her surrender.

Maria just held him to her as his ragged breath beat her skin. “I love you … and it’s my turn.”

Fifty-Nine

Ghosts

“What the hell are we doing here?” Matthias asked, getting out of his car, followed by Cassius, who had come with him.

“I don’t know. She won’t tell me,” Dominic said, sitting on the hood of his Mustang next to Maria.

Angel pulled up and got out of the car with Katarina, both wondering the same thing.

Maria got off the hood of the car, taking a step toward the ivy gate. She looked past it and right at Blue Manor. Turning back around, she looked at Dominic. “What would you say if I told you I wanted to buy that house?”

Matthias whispered, “Oh no.”

Her eyes then went to all of the Luciano siblings. “For all of us?”

“I’d say you were fucking crazier than I thought, princess,” Dominic said before smiling. “But I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“My father set up a trust fund the day I was born. The agreement was, I’d have to be married to receive it.” She took a step toward him. “And, well, I kinda already bought it.”

“Jesus,” Matthias muttered, walking off.

“Cool,” Cassius and Kat said in unison as they went up to the gate, already dying to get inside.

Angel smiled. Unlike his twin who he went after, he wasn’t scared of ghosts.

The truth was the Luciano family was about the only family who could live in that house unafraid. Their real ghosts walked the home they already lived in.

“Is that okay?” She nervously looked up at him.

Grabbing her hips, Dom brought her closer to him where he sat on his car. “It’s an awfully big, haunted house, princess.” Leaning closer to her lips, his dimples were on display. “You plan on giving me children to fill it up?”