THE MAFIA KING BROKEN ROSE novel Chapter 15

I watched as dick hardened before me

The way it throbbed, as though it had a pulse of its own, made my stomach tighten.

it was big I won’t le Looking like from my fists my elbow

My eyes darted to the doorway, the fear of someone walking in made me hesitant.

The dining room wasn’t exactly the most private of places. But I doubted Dominic cared. He never cared about those things, not what anyone thought, not what anyone might see. He thrived on his boldness, his arrogance

He was a narcissist, through and through, and his confidence bled into everything he did

Including this moment

I gulped, my gaze returning to the veins running along his shaft. His tanned skin caught the subtle glow of the overhead light, accentuating every ridge, every curve. My fingers twitched against my thighs as I knelt there, awkward and hesitant. The carpet beneath my knees felt rough, grounding me in the reality of the situation. This wasn’t some fantasy or fleeting daydream This was real. And he was waiting

I shifted slightly, uncomfortable under his gaze

Dominic leaned back in his chair, his legs spread wide, his dark eyes locked onto me like a predator sizing up prey. He smirked, that cocky, self–assured smirk that always sent a flicker of something was it anger or desire?-racing through me. “What are you waiting for, Ana?” His voice was low, almost lazy, but there was an edge of impatience beneath it.

I hesitated, biting the inside of my cheek. My hands clenched the fabric of my dress, nails digging into the material.

1. what if someone comes in?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. It felt ridiculous to even suggest it, but I couldn’t shake the thought.

Dominic chuckled, his laugh deep and mocking. “Do you think I care? Let them.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his grin widening. “Or are you just looking for excuses now?”

I hated the way he said it, the way he always made me feel so small. But wasn’t that why I was here, why I kept coming back to him? I hated it and craved it all at once. He had this way of making me feel like I was teetering on the edge of something crazy, something wild, different from what I am used to

It felt like he could break me and build me back up whenever he pleased.

My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as I forced myself to meet his gaze. His dark hair was tousled, like he hadn’t bothered to fix it after running a hand through it a dozen times. His shirt hung open at the collar, exposing the smooth, tanned skin of his chest. He was infuriatingly perfect, and he knew it.

He leaned back again, spreading his arms along the back of the chair. “Come on, Aria,” he drawled. “You don’t want me to have to ask again, do you?”

The warning in his tone was subtle but unmistakable

My stomach churned as I inched forward, my hands pressing flat against his thighs to steady myself. The muscles beneath his jeans tensed slightly at my touch, and I could feel the heat radiating from him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his smirk softening into something possessive.

I swallowed hard, lowering my gaze. I couldn’t look at him, not when he was watching me so intently. It made me feel exposed, vulnerable, like he could see every thought running through my head.

The scent of him was intoxicating–woodsy, with a hint of lavender cologne. It clung to his skin, to his clothes, to the air around him.

I hesitated one last time, my fingers gripping his thighs tighter. “Dominic..

“Stop stalling,” he interrupted, his tone sharp now. His hand came to rest on the back of my head, not forceful, but f enough to remind me who was in control. “You know what I expect Aria.”

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, steeling myself. Then I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the warmth of his skin. He groaned softly above me, his fingers threading through my hair, and I knew I had crossed a line I couldn’t uncross. I pushed back.

I hesitated to continue, my lips just a breath away from him.

My heart was pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. The moment felt suffocating–like the air was thick, pressing down on me, I stayed still, torn between my fear of disappointing him and the embarrassment clawing at me.

“Dominic.” I said, barely audible.

His hand tightened in my hair not painful, but enough to hold me in place. Enough to remind me of his control.

Chapter 15

“What is it?” His voice was low and slow, with that edge of imitation that always made me feel small. “Why are you stalling. Aria?”

I glanced up at him, my cheeks burning, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “I’ve never done this before His smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something else–curiosity, maybe. Then it was back, sharper than ever. “Never?”

I shook my head, my gaze dropping again. I couldn’t stand to look at him, not when he was staring at me like that, like I was some puzzle he was eager to solve.

“Hmm.” He leaned back in his chair again, his hand still resting on the back of my head, keeping me grounded. “You’re serious?”

Yes.

The word hung in the air between us. For a moment, I thought he might laugh, might mack me the way he so often did. But he didn’t. Instead, he tilted his head, studying me.

“Well,” he said after a beat, “I suppose that’s something we can fix.”

I blinked, my eyes snapping up to his face. “What?”

He smirked again, slow and deliberate. “You’re going to learn. Right now.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off with a look. That sharp, commanding look that always left me feeling like the ground had been pulled out from under me

“Don’t overthink it” he said. “Just listen to me.”

I hesitated, my heart racing, but I nodded. What choice did I have?

“Good,” he murmured. His hand moved to my chin, tilting my face up toward him. “Start with your tongue. Just the tip, nice and slow.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Then, tentatively, I leaned forward. My tongue darted out, tracing along the swollen head of his cock. The skin was warm, soft, but beneath it, I could feel the firmness, the strength.

He inhaled sharply, his fingers tightening in my hair. “That’s it,” he said, his voice rough now. “Go slow. Take your time.”

I did as he said, my movements unsure, hesitant. I dragged my tongue along the length of him, the veins beneath the surface catching slightly against the wetness. His body tensed under my touch, and I felt a strange sense of power in that moment–a flicker of control in a situation where I had none.

“Good girl” he murmured, his voice a low growl. The praise sent a shiver down my spine.

I continued, growing bolder with each passing second. My lips parted slightly, and I took him into my mouth, just the head

at first. He groaned above me, the sound deep and raw, and it sent a pulse of heat through me.

“Use your hands, he instructed, his voice tight now. “Wrap them around the base. Move them while you suck.”

I obeyed, my fingers wrapping around him. He was thick, almost too much for my hands to fully encompass. I moved them slowly, hesitantly, while my mouth worked above.

“Good,” he said again, his tone softer now. “Now go deeper. Relax your jaw.”

I tried, but the size of him made it difficult. I gagged slightly, pulling back, embarrassed by the sound.

“Breathe through your nose,” he said, his hand rubbing the back of my head gently. “Don’t fight it. Just let it happen.”

I nodded, swallowing hard. Then I tried again. This time, I focused on relaxing, on taking him deeper into my mouth. My lips stretched around him, and the taste of him–salty, musky–flooded my senses.

“Fuck, Aria,” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “That’s it. Just like that.”

The sound of his voice, the way it trembled slightly, sent another wave of heat through me. I moved my mouth and hands together, finding a rhythm. His hand guided me, gentle but firm, setting the pace.

“Use your tongue more,” he instructed. “Press it against me while you suck.”

I did as he said, curling my tongue around him, pressing it against the sensitive underside of his shaft. He groane his hips shifting slightly, pushing deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he said again, his voice strained now. “You’re better at this than I thought you’d be.”

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