Page 58 of Corrupting Lily

His eyebrow cocks, and he halts his progress, processing what I am requesting. I hold his gaze and lift my eyebrow before giving him what I know will do the trick. Loud and clear. Confident.

“Please, Daddy Dom.”

And just like that, he drops me. The scream of ecstasy as he impales me on his length is stolen by his lips covering mine. His cock and his mouth ravage me, his thrusts into me so deep that I lose my mind. He bottomsout with every plunge, fucking me deeper and harder, faster and faster, until my head rolls back, and I feel like I am delirious. And then I fall apart, spasming around his long, thick shaft as I scream out his name.

My grip on the pole loosens, and then I let go, captured by Dominico, who slides out of me before flipping me so that I am on all fours on the bed. And then he drives into me again, while his hands palm my ass, spreading me. I jerk when I feel his digit at an entrance that has never been touched so intimately before.

“Relax,il mio fiorellino, I won’t hurt you. Trust me.” His voice sounds strained, and when I nod, he resumes his feverish pace, his thrust building a fluttering of feelings in my core—another orgasm.

When he slips his finger into my puckered hole, I lose it, and so does he. Fast quick thrusts, and then he jerks into me as I spasm around his cock, and when I feel the first burst of his come, it escalates my orgasm, drawing it out as I squeeze every drop from his length.

“Mi distruggi, piccolo fiore,” Dominico whispers as he pulls me towards him, slipping out of me as the mess we make dribbles down my inner thigh and onto the sand.

He picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, before he kisses me slowly. Passionately.

“You are mine,” he whispers into my ear as he walks us towards the beach and the water lapping at the shore.

“Time to clean off, but make no mistake, this is just the beginning. Now that I know how well you take my cock, I am greedy. Insatiable.”

As sensitive as I am, his threat causes my vagina to clench in anticipation. He is right. He is big, and I can see how some women might not like it. But the combination of pain and pleasure was something I thoroughly enjoyed.

He walks us into water that is surprisingly warm. He doesn’t let goof me. Instead, he holds me, his silver-grey eyes locked with mine.

“Tomorrow, I will take you for a tour of my island. There is much to see. And many places I would like to fuck you in.” He smirks as he says that, and I laugh, feeling lighter and freer than ever.

“Am I erasing other memories?” I ask, the usual jealousy amiss. Perhaps because I am beginning to believe what he is saying. That it is different with me. That he is different with me.

“No. I’ve never brought anyone here. Not even Dante and Nero. I usually come here alone. When I need to escape.”

“Escape what?” I ask, curious about what drives a man like him to solitude. It is my preferred space, but not everyone feels the same.

“Everyone. Being Don means I am always surrounded by people, and most of them want to kill me. Even now, one of the people I call family is no doubt planning a way to take me out so they can be head of thefamiglia.” His words are so blasé that I wonder how many times he has been threatened in his life. So many times that it has become a regular occurrence.

“Who would want to do that?” I think back to all the people in the inner circle I have met, but all of them seem dodgy to me, so I wouldn’t begin to imagine who it is.

"Many people, but right now, it is Rocco Bianchi. I can’t prove it, but my senses are rarely wrong about people. I’m telling you this because I want you to be careful, even when just trying to get back at me. Don’t let your desire to rile me up override the clear danger behind every man in my world,il mio fiorellino, especially now that you are my wife. You must be careful. If they really know how much you mean to me, they will use you against me.” His eyes flicker with anger and then with an emotion that is brief but present: fear.

It is not one I see often in this man, and it is because of me.

“But it won’t happen, right?” If something happened to Dominico,I would be a dead person. What is funny, though, is how secondary that thought has become now that another emotion has surpassed it.

I love him. He is the first person in my life to truly see me for who I am and love me for who I am—the first person to care for me. Being a dead person, if he is not around now, doesn't even scare me. I can't imagine my life without him.

“If he gets the funds, he will buy people to side with him. But I’m always ready. I have been Don for a long time. Someone is always trying to take my place, so don’t worry.” His finger strokes my cheek reassuringly.

“Where would he get the funds?” I ask, curious as the currency these men deal in is millions.

“The underground sex trafficking syndicate. There is a large amount of money generated from that trade, and I know he wants us to get involved, but it is not a business I condone. We are trying to shut them down, but I cannot reach the head of the snake. If he does make a deal with them, he could secure the funds he needs to stage a coup.”

My eyes widen at Dominico’s words as a cold hand of dread squeezes the breath out of me. Oh no.

“What, Lily?” Dominico’s eyes are slits, his senses honing in on my reaction like only a man who lives on constant high alert can.

I shake my head, unable to speak, as my eyes water with emotion. He carries us out of the water and toward the bed while I bury my head into his neck.

Threats play through my mind. Ones that constantly left me fearing for my life.

“If you don’t fucking behave, I can replace you in the blink of an eye. With one who is better trained than you. Do you want to join the others, Lily? Do you, ungrateful bitch!?”

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