With a mind of their own, my fingers flex around his length.
Dominic groans and lets go of my hand but immediately leans his weight against me, trapping my palm against his cock.
“That’s why things were so fast that first time. It’d been a long time since I’d had someone.” He groans as he rocks his hips into my hand.
“Dominic.” I’m trying to chastise him, but it’s not coming out right.
“Your comment earlier about your four versus my not four was fair. But I haven’t been with anyone in nearly a year. So yeah, when I saw the opportunity to sink my dick into your sweet cunt, I grabbed it with both fucking hands.”
He grips my sides, his big hands flexing against me.
“A year?” I don’t understand what he’s talking about. “W-when was the first moment you saw me?”
He’s said it twice now. But I wasn’t really listening. I assumed he meant when we met at the airport.
He tips his face down toward mine. “Last December. You were all dressed up for your work Christmas party, and I followed you from the L to your office building.”
“You… You followed me?” I don’t even know what part to be more stunned over. The fact that a dangerous mafia man was following me and I didn’t know, or that he hasn’t slept with another woman since then.
“Yeah, Val. I followed you, and you had no clue.” Dom rocks against my hand one more time, then steps back with a groan. “We’re going to work on your situational awareness.”
I ball my hand into a fist, thankful he can’t see the state of my underwear. “It seems the only person I really need to protect myself against is you.” My mind is too scattered to deliver the words with the right amount of bite. Even as I think of him drugging me—twice.
Dom ignores me. “But you’ll never do that again, so that’s one less thing to worry about.”
“What?” I ask, trying to remember what the hell he’s even talking about. “Go to my Christmas party?”
“No, I’ll go with you to your next Christmas party. I’m talking about taking the L. It’s not safe. And speaking of safety.” He continues like he isn’t flipping my entire world upside down. “When I’m not home, the patio area is off-limits. No one can get up here from the outside, but until we get this current problem under control, snipers are a threat.”
“Snipers?” My voice pitches.
Dom nods, then grabs my shoulders to face me toward the little black screen on this side of the front door. “The windows are all bulletproof and treated on the outside so no one can see in, so inside is safe.” That explains the lack of curtains in the bathroom. “If you want to order food, just press here.” He shows me where. “And dial Desk.” He shows me how. “Phil, or whoever is working, will answer and take care of the ordering. And the guys I have outside will bring it up to you and knock on the door when it’s ready. Then use this button to open the camera to see who’s outside the door.” He taps another icon, and the screen switches to a wide-angle view of the hallway, showing the three men posted at various spots against the wall. “Your palm print is in the system now, so if you need to open the door, just place your hand against here like you did outside, and the door will automatically unlock. Then when you close the door, put your palm back against the sensor, and everything will lock back up.”
“No one will try to come in?” I think this talk is supposed to make me feel safer, but these extreme measures are stressing me out.
“You and me and Rob are the only three people with access to this door.”
“Which one is Rob?”
“He’s not up here. He’s my second in command, and as much as I don’t want to give anyone else access to our home, I—” Dom grips my shoulders again, this time making me face him. “I’m not reckless, Valentine. I will come home tonight. And I will try to come home every night. But if something happens to me, Rob is the one who will come and get you.”
“Get me?” I croak as my mouth goes dry.
I can’t even make myself hate Dominic, no matter how much he deserves it, so I definitely don’t want him to die.
Dom holds me steady. “If the worst happens, and Rob and I go out together, I have contingencies in place to alert your brother. Then it’s up to you to wait for him. I imagine it will only take him a handful of hours to arrive, but the pantry is stocked with enough food to last you six months. While you’re here, you’re safe. Nothing and no one can get to you.”