THE MAFIA KING BROKEN ROSE novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Aria’s POV

I was frozen

The vibrations inside me hadn’t stopped, and Dominic was standing there, watching me with that damn smirk. His arms were crossed over his chest, his tailored black suit clinging to his broad shoulders, his piercing gaze taking in every single detail of my reaction.

I clenched my thighs, but it only made things worse–the pressure, the need, the way my body trembled, teetering on the edge of something I wasn’t ready to fall into.

Dominic pushed off the doorframe, walking toward me with slow, deliberate steps.

“You look stunning.” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble.

I tried to speak, to muster some kind of response, but the vibrator pulsed again, and my breath hitched audibly His smirk deepened. “And so very sensitive.”

His hands landed on my hips, fingers pressing into the silk of my dress. My body reacted instantly, heat flooding through me, a sharp awareness of his touch consuming every inch of my skin.

Then, slowly, he trailed his fingers down, over my thighs, brushing the slit in the fabric. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.

“Let’s fix that,” he whispered.

Before I could react, his hands gripped the edges of my dress and lifted.

I gasped, my skin prickling as the cool air met my thighs, my core exposed to him. His hands didn’t hesitate, skimming up my legs, his fingers feather–light as they traced the sensitive skin.

He dropped to one knee, the movement so fluid, so graceful, that I didn’t even register what was happening until his warm hands were on my calves, spreading me slightly apart.

I shivered, barely able to stay upright, my balance weak from the pleasure still thrumming through me.

Dominic reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of lace panties–delicate, black, sinful.

I swallowed hard, my lips parting as he held them up, his gaze flickering up to mine.

“You’re already trembling,” he murmured, a dark amusement lacing his words. “How do you think you’ll last the night?”

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t answer.

He slid the panties down, his knuckles grazing my ankles as he guided my feet through the openings. Slowly, torturously, he pulled them up, letting the lace glide over my skin. His fingers trailed up my calves, over my knees, pausing at my thighs, squeezing slightly

I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the whimper building in my throat.

Then, just as he reached my hips, just as the fabric was about to settle into place-

The vibrator pulsed again.

I jerked, a sharp gasp escaping before I could stop it. My hands flew to his shoulders for balance, my body betraying me, my knees nearly buckling.

Dominic chuckled, dark and sinful.

His mouth brushed the inside of my thigh, just enough for me to feel the heat of it

“So reactive,” he murmured, his lips skimming higher.

I was burning.

Melting

He didn’t stop. His hands smoothed over my hips, guiding the lace up inch by inch, until the panties were fully in place, snug against my oversensitive core.

And then-

His fingers slipped between my thighs, adjusting the fabric deliberately, pressing against the vibrator, sending another jolt of pleasure through me.

I moaned, my body shuddering.

Dominic hummed approvingly, his lips curving against my skin. “Perfect.”

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His hands trailed back up my body, standing fluidly, his chest brushing against mine as he towered over me once again. One hand cupped the back of my neck, tilting my hand up, his eyes lacking onto mine. His other hand ghosted over my waist, sliding to the small of my back, pulling me against him.

“Now,” he murmured, Tet’s make sure you’re properly dressed.”

And then he kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle. I wasn’t soll.

It was dominant, claiming, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting, devouring.

I moaned into his mouth, my body surrendering before my mind could even catch up.

He deepened the kiss, his grip tightening, his fingers digging into my hip, pressing me right against his hard, undeniable arousal.

The vibrator buzzed against me again, muffled by the lace but still devastating, still enough to make me whimper against his lips.

Dominic smirked against my mouth,

“Careful, gattina,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “You don’t want to make a mess before we

even leave.”

I could barely breathe. Barely think.

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