**CAITLIN**
"What's wrong with him?" I asked Yurik while rummaging through my bag for the pen. Dominic didn't even look at me, but I could clearly see that he was displeased. He disappeared into the large house, not before yelling out orders in Russian with a scowl on his face. He looked beyond upset, and I frowned as I watched his men scatter out of his way. I felt bad I found him so fucking hot when he was angry.
"Do you have any idea how many times I had to stop him from shooting Lucas? He's mad at himself for putting you in that position. He can't bear the thought of you getting hurt." Yurik explained as I handed the tiny object to him. Mad at himself but taking it out on me? Zero sense.
"But he didn't put me in any position. I allowed it and I'm perfectly fine." I uttered in confusion.
"You did fucking amazing, sweetheart. You were almost...too good." Yurik said, narrowing his eyes at me, and I gave him an unamused look. If I was so good then why was his brother acting like I fucked up?
"It's not my place to explain this to you so go talk to him," Yurik muttered before giving my shoulder a slight nudge with his own. I shook my head.
"No. Where's my car? I need to go home and shower that man off of me." I said determined to just head home and be in my own space, alone. We could talk some other time.
"Your car is in that garage," he pointed to the triple door garage. "and your key is in Domo's office."
"Fine, I'll just take...." before I could finish the sentence Yurik snatched the Mercedes' immobilizer out of my hand and hurried away. I groaned in exasperation, watching him retreat without a care.
That fucker.
I straightened my shoulders and walked into the partially empty mansion, immediately swamped by the scent of disinfectant. It smelled like a hospital and I couldn't help but scrunch my nose. His office was at the end of a hallway, and that's where I went. Sighing, I knocked on the slightly ajar door but made no move to enter.
"Yeah?" His voice reached my ears and I pushed the door, barely peeking through. Dominic was standing by a built-in steel door safe, collecting cash. I had a view of his side profile as he counted the money and I stepped in fully.
"I need my keys, please."
His head snapped up to me, and if I wasn't mistaken, another flicker of anger flashed through his eyes. "They're in that drawer but you can't go home."
I crossed my arms. "And why the fuck not?"
"Because you're coming home with me."
I looked at him incredulously. "You have to ask. Stop acting like an alpha male, we're not in the bedroom." I snapped scowling at him. Dominic shut the door with unnecessary force and clenched his jaw. That sort of behaviour was only acceptable when he was fucking me, not right now.
"I just..." He muttered through gritted teeth, not finishing his sentence.
"What? You just what?" I asked throwing my hands in the air. "You're acting like an overgrown child." I walked over to his desk and opened the drawers, looking for my fucking car key so that I could leave. I had no idea what his problem was.
"Where is it?" I asked, still sifting through papers and pointless items, but it was nowhere to be found. I looked at Dominic, who was standing there watching me carefully. I walked up to him until we were only an inch apart.
"Where is it?" I asked again, this time my voice was angrier than before.
"Dominic!" I almost stomped my foot in annoyance when he didn't answer me and just continued looking at me with that unreadable expression.
He grabbed my fists that were about to push his chest, and the next thing I knew, I was being pulled in for a tight embrace. My body stilled in confusion as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. What the fuck is going on?
"I'm sorry for acting like an asshole." He whispered leaning his chin on the top of my head. I didn't respond.
"There was a moment when I couldn't see you and Lucas, and it scared me so much, angel," Dominic said softly, and I physically felt his body relax against mine. I sighed, dropped my head against his chest, and the tension escaped my muscles. He was just worried about me.
"I'm fine, I promise," I assured him by wrapping my arms around his waist. Being within arm's reach made me feel content, a welcome change from the unnerving feeling Lucas evoked. I relished it. Dominic's familiar scent was comforting at best and I held on tighter, as if I wanted him to climb inside me.
"I know that now but...never mind. I'm so proud of you, and my apologies for ignoring you outside, but if I looked at you, I knew I would have tackled you to the ground. He said, and I laughed, shaking my head. I would never understand how men worked and I could tell that Dominic was starting to care more than what we both intended.
"I wouldn't mind being tackled by you," I said, my voice soft and his body shook with a slight laughter. A tackle from Dominic would probably break all my bones.
In that moment I allowed myself a sliver of vulnerability.
"You're forgiven but if you ignore me again, I'll strangle you." I threatened, my voice muffled by the thin material of his shirt as I squeezed tighter. I could feel the guns on his suspenders digging into my stomach.
"I'll probably like that," Dominic mumbled and gave me one last bone-crushing squeeze before letting go. He gently grabbed my wrist inspecting the dark blue lines already forming from where Lucas had grabbed me. His eyes darkened.
"Piece of shit." He muttered.
I chuckled and shrugged. "Well, I did kind of drag the guy."
Dominic gazed at me and I could still see the slight worry behind his eyes. "That's true. You did well." He reached for his desk and grabbed a large stack of cash wrapped in a black rubber band. He opened my purse and dropped the money inside. My eyes widened at the size of it.
"That looks like more than five thousand," I mumbled and closed my purse just in case he changed his mind.
"Don't tell anyone." He said with a slight cock of his eyebrow and a small smile. That brief hug seemed to melt away a lot of his tension, he looked ten times more relaxed! But there was still a slight fire blazing in his eyes, and I couldn't quite figure out what it meant.
"When are we going? I need to shower, like right now." I started rubbing my arm, and goosebumps arose on my skin as I shivered slightly. Dominic noticed this and shrugged his jacket off to drape over my shoulders. Warmth immediately invaded me and I gave him a thankful smile.
"We?" He asked in confusion.
"We're going to your place, right?" I asked imitating his confused face. He smirked before pulling my key out of his pocket. Of course, he had it the entire time, and I messed up his once neatly packed drawers for nothing.
"I'm driving, though," Dominic said, dangling my key in front of his face.
"My car is manual," I told him, scared that he'll fuck up my motor by not knowing how to drive stick.
"Okay, and?" He rolled his eyes and started leading us out of the office.
***
"Your place is beautiful." I complimented as we entered his home. It wasn't what I expected at all. It was located in the forest, away from civilisation and surrounded by greenery. It was secluded, and the air was crisp, a breath of fresh air from the usual city pollution. A heavy layer of fog hovered over the cobblestone driveway leading towards the one-story house.
Dominic had parked my car next to his own. It was fun seeing the large man driving my small Mini Cooper but it didn't seem to faze him at all.
"Thank you." He said before walking behind me and sliding the jacket down my arms.
"You live alone?" I asked turning around to face him. We were in his living room. It was minimal, accents of white and grey. I would have pegged him for someone who preferred dark themes, but his house was surprisingly homey, relaxing, and modern.
He shook his head. "Yurik lives here too, but he's mostly at the compound, or wherever. I don't really know."
I walked over to a glass door cabinet filled with medals, certificates, and academic achievements. "Whoa, is this all yours?" I asked bending down to inspect them further.
"This might come off as a surprise but most of them, yes. The others belong to Yurik." He replied and I saw his reflection on the glass as he slowly walked up behind me. I nodded my head, who would've known...
I leaned closer, my eyes scanning the engraved plates. My mouth fell open. It ranged from high school, all the way to university.
Dominic Romanov. Top of the class in Physics, Mathematics.
Dominic Romanov. Top of the class in Latin.
Dominic Romanov. Gold medal, Horizontal Bar. Gymnastics.
"What the fuck..." I mumbled. "You're a prodigy," I whispered, skimming through his seemingly endless list of achievements. It just went on and on! Yurik also had a display of his own accomplishments: medals and trophies for tennis.
I wanted to ask questions but I bit my lip to stop myself.
Dominic wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. "I can see you're dying of curiosity. Don't be afraid to ask." He said gently and moved my hair to one side of my neck.
"Why did you stop?" I asked and pressed my back further into his chest. His lips gently grazed the skin, and my eyes fluttered closed at the contact.
"My father wanted me to take over the family business. My life basically got put on hold." His blunt response was, and I frowned. That's not fair.
"You didn't have a choice?"
"No."
"That sucks."
"I know."
I turned around in his hold. "Where's your dad now?"
"He's travelling the world with my mother. Somewhere in East Asia, probably Japan but I can't be too sure." He responded and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. I cleared my throat and took a step away. Dominic was making my heart tremble with just a simple touch and I needed it to stop.
"Enough about me. What about you...where are your parents?" He asked genuinely interested, and I pursed my lips, looking away from him. I sighed, it would make no difference if he knew or not.
"My mother lives with my grandma about an hour away, and she takes care of her. My father...he's in prison for...Wait, I should rather say what he is not in prison for." I stated sarcastically with a small shrug. My dad was a...mess, to say the least.
"That bad, huh?" He said and I nodded. Just speaking about it angered me to the point of no return because he always promised me he wouldn't get caught and that he knew what he was doing. He promised he wouldn't leave his 'babygirl.'
"Organized crime is my life and I should probably be in—" I cut him off right there.
"I swear if you go to prison too, I'll be very mad at you," I said sternly and narrowed my eyes at him. He chuckled before pulling me towards him by the waist. Very affectionate man.
"Right, I wouldn't want you to be mad at me." He said, his dark brown eyes twinkling with amusement. I had a feeling Dominic probably owned the prison.
"If I get locked up for what I did tonight, will you bail me out?" I asked playfully and his smile widened, the deep dimple penetrating his cheek. My question seemed to humour him.
"Without another thought, angel."
My face turned warm at his answer and Dominic took a step back to observe me with a curious expression.
"Wait, you're blushing because I said I'd bomb you out of jail? Is that what you're into?" He laughed and I ducked my head. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"No!" I defended.
"So," he tilted my chin up with the tip of his fingers and bent down eye level. "If I said I'll kill any motherfucker who tries to hurt you, what then?" Dominic tilted his head to the side and bit his lip, his gaze engrossed on my mouth. I wanted to jump his bones right there.
"Stop..." I mumbled, pushing him away, but he held his ground. "You shouldn't care so much."
"If I said, I'll kill any man who tries to touch you. What then?" Dominic was looking at me intensely, and I swallowed hard, letting my hands drop to my sides.
"I'll tell you that I'm strong enough to take care of myself." I breathed out.
"And I'll tell you that I don't doubt that at all." He whispered and I felt his breath fan my face ever so gently. My insides were turning to mush.
"You can't say stuff like that because I'll believe you." My voice cracked and I don't know why. There was something about the way that Dominic was looking at me that made my heart ache. He looked at me as if he sincerely meant every single word.
"Believe me then, baby." He whispered.
Fuck.
"Because I mean it. You have my protection for life, whether you like it or not." He continued, and a chill flowed through me. My abandonment issues were resurfacing, and even at the age of twenty-two, it still felt the same as when I was a thirteen-year-old girl crying because I felt so alone in the world.
"No, stop. You don't mean that. Uh uh, I don't want to hear it." I emphasised when I saw his mouth opening to defend himself.
"Can I use your shower?" I asked cutting off that conversation right there while rubbing my hands along my arms. My skin was starting to itch from the events of the night. Dominic sighed.
"Sure, use the one in my room. Down that hall and the last door on your right." He pointed towards it and I offered him a smile. Please join me.
He didn't move and I rolled my eyes before making my way to the direction of his room. It was nice, like the rest of his house and I beamed in awe. The bathroom, however, was by far the nicest and biggest bathroom I've ever seen. His shower was square-shaped, big enough for at least five bodies, and with a flat head in the centre.
"I'll leave clothes on the bed!" Dominic yelled. I quickly closed the door to his en suite. I unstrapped my heels, peeled off my skin-tight dress, and eventually my underwear. I sighed in relief, already feeling a million times better. I noticed a mouthwash at the basin and I quickly rinsed my mouth out with it.
Once I was in the shower, the hot water released all the stiffness in my muscles and I groaned in pleasure watching the droplets fall down my naked body. Flashbacks of when Dominic and I showered together at my apartment came to the surface, and I clenched my eyes shut. My body was tingling, my mind a hazy mess.
The glass door slid open.
Lips landed on my shoulder.
I felt his naked body press against mine and I inhaled deeply. His tattooed hand reached around me and onto my stomach, the other covered one of my breasts, softly moulding it. I hated to admit how grateful I was that he joined me.
"No," I said quietly, and instantly his hands left me.
I'm sorry." He turned to leave. My hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. "I didn't say stop." I held his gaze for a charged second, then dropped to my knees. I dropped to my knees and filled my mouth with him. A startled gasp erupted from his throat and his body went rigid.
I wanted to suck his dick for the longest time. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted him to ruin me.
"Oh, fuck." He hissed, and the water got switched off, allowing me to hear his shallow breaths clearly.
He wasn't fully hard yet. It wasn't difficult to place him inside my throat. However, when blood started pumping to his dick, he grew inside of me and my eyes widened as my throat muscles got forcefully expanded.
I pulled out, hollowing my cheeks in the process to provide him the best pleasure that I could. I looked up at him through watery eyes. Dominic's eyes were lust-filled, low, and dark. He leaned both hands against the wall of the shower and looked at me as if he were in pain. My eyebrows got pulled together, my mood instantly dampening.
"What's wrong? Do you want me to stop?" I asked laying my palms on his thighs.
"No, don't stop. Nothing's wrong." Dominic's voice was husky, a deep baritone as he shook his head. I eyed him for a few moments.
"You're holding back, aren't you?" I asked and his face faltered slightly.
"Yes." He croaked and closed his eyes.
"Well, don't." I insisted and pulled his tip into my mouth again, swirling my tongue around and tasting his pre cum. I sucked hard, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin against me. I grazed my teeth very gently and teasingly over the length, and he grunted in response; his left leg shook slightly.
"Fine." He growled and gripped my wet hair, a pleasurable pain filling my senses and I hummed around him. I gave him consent to literally fuck my face up, and Dominic didn't take it lightly; he did what I wanted him to.
Ruin me.
I relaxed my jaw, held onto his thighs for support, and tried to breathe through my nose while bobbing my head in a rhythmic pace. His moans were fuel to the fire, motivation for me to keep going. Anger was being released as his dick continued throbbing in my mouth and bruising my lips. My throat was going to be absolutely wrecked, I just knew it.
"Fuck, angel. You're amazing." He groaned. Dominic slipped his dick out, catching me off guard when he bent down and placed an open-mouth kiss on my wet lips. I moaned, stretching my neck upwards and welcoming his tongue against my own. It was unexpected but exhilarating.
I was wet, and it wasn't because of the shower.
He bit my lip harshly before releasing himself from me and immediately his cock was shoved into my mouth again. This time, he held my head still and jerked his hips forward, long and deep strokes that had my eyes rolling back into my head.
"Yes, baby. Take it all." Dominic whispered, and I nodded my head, probably looking stupid doing so, but in that moment, I didn't care. Not one bit.
The tip of my nose reached his pelvis, and I wrapped my hand around my own neck, feeling it bulge as he penetrated as deeply as possible. I knew I had no gag reflex and I couldn't be more appreciative of that fact on that occasion.
Dominic held me there, not giving me room to breathe, and when I tried taking air into my nostrils, it got pinched closed by his fingertips. The near-death experience had my core throbbing, my skin chilling, and a deep, lustful moan erupting from my throat. I fucking loved every fucking second of it.
I tapped his thigh when I felt close to passing out and he pulled out, a long string of saliva still attached from my mouth to his dick. I panted loudly, taking in big gulps of air.
"I don't like it when other men touch you." He grunted and pulled my head back by gripping my hair, forcing me to look up at him. I knew he was jealous, but he tried so hard to hide it, and he was finally letting go of that pent-up frustration.
I let him.
His jaw was clenched, and a deep scowl was on his forehead as he glared down at me. I gasped when he grabbed the base of his dick and rubbed the tip along my lips, bruising the already raw and swollen flesh.
I bent down and sucked his balls into my mouth, showing him that I enjoyed it just as much as he did because I truly did. He let out a small cry and his knees buckled before he caught himself.
"Such a good girl. On your knees for me. I love it." He stroked my face, moving my wet hair away from my eyes. I already lost all my dignity a while ago, not that I cared much but being praised by Dominic made me lose all my senses entirely.
My hand continued stroking the long and thick shaft while I fondled his sac with my tongue, and eventually I let go before placing him inside me. His movements were becoming sloppy and I knew he was close when he throbbed even harder.
With a moan that sounded like heaven, he released himself into my mouth and I swallowed every last drop like the good girl that I was.
Dominic held out a hand to me and helped me off my knees. I grinned at him despite my aching jaw, and he laughed, placing a kiss on my lips. He pulled away.
His fist collided softly against mine.
The next morning, I woke up before Dominic and stared at his peaceful face for a while like the little creep that I was. He was beautiful. My shoulders slumped as I carefully drew the covers off me, making sure not to wake him.
I got in my car and left.