Page 25 of Dominance

My legs spread wider, hiking up my skirt, giving me better access. And Adriano plows into me, his deep voice saying my name repeatedly. The closer I get to the edge the more I realize how much I really need to hear him say it, feel the rumble of his chest crying out for me.

Like I’m crying out for him.

“Adriano…” I moan, waves of ecstasy rolling up my back.

My climax is almost here, pressure building to an eruption.

The next time I see him I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself. Or I won’t be able to look him in the eyes. The thought almost makes me laugh, but I’m unwinding, unraveling.

Never mind the fact that I barely know him. And that he’s a dangerous mobster. But that only adds to the arousal, the thrill.

And I’m over the edge.

“Yes, yes,yes!” The rush consumes me, barrels through me.

Aftershocks ripple along in time with my heaving breath as I lay there for a few moments, savoring the glow. Maybe one day I’ll be bold enough to take him, to let it happen.

In the meantime, I put myself back together and clean up, locking the doors and heading back to my car. As my head clears, the thought of Adriano, just talking with him, touching him, and the sight of him driving off with my bra in hand sparks an idea.

A plan of sorts. A bold plan.

5

ADRIANO

Stomping on the gas, I take a turn, chuckling as I lose the white BMW in my rearview mirror.

No sooner do I roar through the intersection than it swerves out of nowhere to my right, veering into me from the side and forcing me to jerk the wheel to avoid a collision.

And of course, Ciro guns it right past me.

“Asshole!”

He’s always been a decent driver. Reckless, like everything he does.

But I’ve always been a better wheelman.

And I know this city like the back of my hand.

Down here by the docks on the weekend there’s almost no one to witness our impromptu race, or any cop presence. That has a lot more to do with the Diamante cash lining their pockets.

Some things are still leftover from Alessandro’s days.

“How do you like this,guillare?” Drifting around a corner, I cut him off, forcing him into the outer lane and almost onto the curb. I was waiting for that chance, right down the narrow road between two incredibly long lengths of chain link fence and three-story stacked shipping containers.

“Bye!” I shout, laughing as I floor it and take off like a lightning bolt.

The rest of the drive is old hat, one of the many routes I’ve taken hundreds of times to our secret meeting spot.

It’s an old, abandoned factory out on the water, our family’s land.

Aless and I purposely kept it vacant and condemned for this exact purpose. It covers the fact that we have a hideout underneath the place all too well.

I’m sitting on the hood of my car inside the warehouse when they pull in, Fiero scowling and muttering something to Ciro. Probably giving him hell for letting me win.

And he’s right if he’s saying he could have beat me.

Ero is one of the best drivers I’ve ever seen in my life.

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