Page 136 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

“But look at me!” I command as I resume ravaging her. “Look at me when you cum.”

Her eyes snap to mine.

“Dom,” she cries out again, and then she’s cumming, her body clenching around me, her eyes never leaving mine.

The sight of her in the throes of pleasure, combined with the rhythmic pulsing of her pussy around my cock, sends me over the edge.

I thrust once, twice, and then I’m cumming too, my release hitting me with an intensity that borders on pain.

“Tatiana,” I groan as I empty myself into the condom.

For a moment, we stay like that, connected, our breathing gradually slowing. I’m careful not to crush her with my weight, but I don’t want to separate from her yet. Don’t want to break this fragile connection.

Finally, I pull out carefully, dispose of the condom in the bathroom, and return to find her still in my bed. She’s staying in my bed again, like last time. Hasn’t retreated to her own room to maintain that crucial distance. Good.

I slide in beside her, pulling her against me. She comes willingly, her head resting on my chest, her arm draped across my stomach. I trace patterns on her shoulder, my fingers skimming over the marks I’ve left on her skin.

“You’re staying, again” I observe.

She nods against my chest. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” I say, perhaps too quickly. I clear my throat. “Yes, it’s okay.”

We lie in silence for a while, the only sound our synchronized breathing. I stare at the ceiling, trying not to think about how right she feels in my arms. Trying not to think about the fact that in two days, she’ll be gone.

“What happens when the two days are up?” she asks suddenly, voicing the very question that’s been tormenting me.

I tense beneath her. What can I say? That I’ve promised to introduce her to my brother? That I’ve already betrayed her trust in the worst possible way?

“We sign the papers,” I say instead, my voice carefully neutral. “Go back to our lives.”

She’s quiet for so long I think she might have fallen asleep. Then, so softly I almost miss it, she says, “What if I don’t want to?”

The words hit me like a physical blow. I close my eyes, fighting against the surge of hope they trigger.

“Tatiana,” I begin, not sure what I’m going to say.

“I know,” she interrupts, speaking quickly. “I know we had a deal. I know this was supposed to be temporary. But what if...” She trails off, not finishing the thought.

What if it wasn’t? What if we gave this a real chance? What if I could be the man she deserves?

But I’m not that man. I’m broken, damaged by guilt and fear. I’ll only hurt her if this continues.

I gently cup her cheek, holding her gaze steady as I say, “I’ll tell you a secret. Something they don’t teach in boardrooms or put into contracts. All my life I chased power, believing it could protect me from loss, believing wealth could shield me from pain. From heartbreak. But hearts can’t be guarded.”

I pause, feeling the weight of my own revelation. “I tried to guard mine, Tatiana. With steel walls and ironclad contracts. With distance and control and every defense I could construct.” My thumb brushes across her cheekbone. “And still, somehow, you found your way in. Past every barrier. Through every protection. Proving what I never wanted to admit.”

Her eyes question me, and I find myself continuing despite every instinct screaming to stop. “That no matter how hard we try to protect ourselves, some connections can’t be denied. Some people slip past our defenses without even trying.” I press my forehead to hers, voice barely audible. “You’ve done that to me, and I’m still trying to understand what it means. Tonight... tonight, you’re here. You’re mine. That’s all that matters right now. That’s all that’s important.”

She watches me, eyes searching mine, and I know I’ve said too much and not enough all at once. But it’s all I can offer her tonight. This fragment of truth in a sea of complications. The rest will have to wait for a courage I’m not sure I possess.

For now, though, she’s in my arms. Warm and real and mine.

It has to be enough. Even though I know it never will be.

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Dominic

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