Filthy Little Desires

CHAPTER SIX

Claire left for the airport at 6:40 p.m.

The second the door clicked shut, Avery’s phone lit up.

**Dominic:**

Bedroom. Now.

She went.

He was already waiting by the windows, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, a glass of whiskey in his hand. City lights cut across his face. The moment she stepped inside, he set the glass down, walked straight to her, and kissed her like he’d been thinking about it all day. One hand tangled in her hair. The other yanked her dress up and pushed her panties aside. Two fingers slid into her without warning.

“You’ve been wet since this morning, haven’t you?” he murmured against her mouth.

Avery’s breath hitched. *Yes. God, yes.* All day she’d been replaying the way he f****d her in the guest room, the way he pushed his c*m back inside her, the filthy promise that he wouldn’t use condoms. Every time Claire spoke to her, another wave of shame and heat rolled through her. It was wrong. So f*****g wrong. And she still wanted more.

Dominic walked her backward to the bed, stripped her quickly, and pushed her onto her hands and knees. He didn’t bother undressing fully, just opened his pants, pulled his c**k out, and thrust into her in one deep stroke. Avery cried out into the sheets. He set a hard, steady pace, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching underneath to rub her c**t in tight circles.

“This is what you get for locking that door yesterday,” he said, voice rough. “I’m going to f**k you until you stop pretending you don’t want this.”

She came fast, shaking, moaning his name into the mattress. Dominic followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a low growl. He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, then pulled out and watched his c*m drip down her thighs.

“Don’t clean up,” he said. “I want it on you.”

They barely made it an hour before he took her again, this time on her back, legs over his shoulders, slower but deeper, eyes locked on hers the entire time. Avery’s thoughts spun in filthy circles. *I’m letting my sister’s husband come inside me. I’m in their bed. And I don’t want him to stop.*

Around 10 p.m. the intercom buzzed.

Dominic frowned, pulled out of her, and checked his phone. The security feed showed a man in a dark suit downstairs — Marcus, one of his associates who handled the more private side of business.

“Stay here,” Dominic said. He pulled on pants and a shirt, then pointed at her. “Don’t put clothes on. Don’t leave this room.”

He left.

Avery lay there naked, his c*m still leaking out of her, listening to the low murmur of male voices in the living room. She couldn’t make out the words, only the tone, clipped and serious. Something about a deal and a name she didn’t recognize.

Ten minutes later, Dominic came back. His expression was darker than before. He closed the bedroom door, locked it, and looked at her still spread on the sheets.

“Marcus noticed the way I looked at you at dinner last week,” he said flatly. “He’s not stupid. He asked if there was a problem with Claire.”

Avery’s stomach dropped. “What did you tell him?”

“I told him the only problem is that I’m done pretending.” Dominic walked to the bed, shoved her thighs apart, and pushed back inside her in one smooth thrust. Avery gasped. He started f*****g her slowly, deeply, while he spoke. “He knows enough to be careful. But the people we move with talk. If they start looking too hard, this gets complicated.”

He leaned down, braced on his forearms, and drove into her harder.

“So I’m making a decision.” His voice stayed calm even as his hips snapped. “Claire will be gone until Sunday. When she gets back, things are going to change. I’m not keeping you in the guest room like some secret anymore. You’re moving into this bed permanently. I’ll handle the rest.”

Avery’s eyes widened. “Dominic...she’s your wife...”

“She’s a business arrangement that stopped meaning anything the night I first saw you.” He grabbed her jaw, forced her to look at him, and thrust deeper. “You’re the one I actually want. And I’m done sharing a house with you while pretending otherwise.”

He f****d her through another orgasm, then came inside her again with a low, possessive sound. When he finally pulled out, he stood between her legs, watching the mess he’d made.

“Tomorrow morning I’m taking you to my office,” he said quietly. “There’s a private bathroom with a lock. I’m going to bend you over the sink and remind you who you belong to in the middle of the workday. After that, we’re going to talk about what happens when Claire comes home.”

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip.

“You don’t get a vote, Avery. You already gave that up the first time you let me inside you.”

Avery stared up at him, heart racing, thighs still trembling.

The worst part wasn’t the fear.

It was how wet she still was.