Page 5 of Shattered Love

Dominic’s eyes dart all over my body, looking for something wrong, but Molly shakes

her head in amusement.

“Avery is fine, Dominic.”

He flicks his eyes to her. “She’s sick! I don’t like not taking care of her”

Rolling her eyes. “You took care of her, Dom, when she needed you the most. She’s just a little weak now, but Avery is fine.”

He rubs his hand over his head. “Yeah, thank you for today. I know how stubborn my wife can be.”

I smile sweetly as if I don’t know what he’s talking about, and Dominic smirks, shaking his head.

“Oh! I had a big plan for Saturday, but as you were ill, I…umm…I mean…” Molly looks nervous. She can’t stop moving her hands.

Carter kisses her hair, whispering in her ear.

A smile lights up her face as she nods. “You’re my bridesmaid. I’m not taking no for an answer!” She races for the door, calling out her goodbye with Carter laughing behind her.

My eyes widen before filling with tears which fall down my cheeks. I’m pulled tightly

into a hard chest, his smell invading me. It reminds me of the grass just after the rain.

“Baby.” His voice sounds pained, like my tears are actually physically hurting him.

Tilting my head back, I try to blink back the tears. “I’ve never been someone’s bridesmaid before. These are happy tears.”

Using his thumb to catch my tear. He bends, kissing my eyelids. “I don’t care. Happy or sad, you should never cry, baby. It kills me, even knowing it’s because you’re happy.”

We order takeout, but with the first mouthful, my stomach turns. I try to breathe

through my nose but it’s useless. I jump up, racing to the toilet.

The door swings open as I crouch over the toilet seat. “You’re still sick.” A cold chill in his voice.

I wipe my mouth placing the tissue in the bin. “No, it was the Chinese.”

He snorts behind me. “Chinese is your favorite.” He leans against the door, his eyebrows raised in an expectant glower.

I grab my toothbrush. “It’s probably just too much too soon.”

Before he can open his mouth, I turn around to hug him around his waist.

“I know you're trying to distract me, beautiful,” he whispers close to my face, his hands running up and down my back. “And don’t tempt me because I will devour you even if you’re sick.”

“Oh yeah?” I grin.

His finger find the nape of my neck.

I rub my hand over his hardness, causing his head to fall back. “Baby...”

I squeeze his dick. “I’m fine, apart from my want for my husband. No one seems to know how to cure this maddening desire…”

Green eyes meet mine. “Turn around and put your hands on the sink.”

My breathing picks up his voice dark, dangerous. I turn around, grabbing the sink.

He moves my long hair over my shoulder, nipping the exposed area before kissing his way up my neck. “You drive me crazy, beautiful girl.” Growling before biting harder, causing me to moan. “I’m supposed to look after you.”

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