Chapter6
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Morning felt heavier than the night before.
Aria sat at the kitchen table pushing scrambled eggs around her plate while her mother talked about rescheduling meetings and how good it felt to be home. Dominic stood at the counter making a second pot of coffee. Every time he moved, the air seemed to shift toward her.
She could still feel him. The slight soreness between her legs. The faint bruises his fingers had left on her hips. The memory of how he had filled her, hand clamped over her mouth, while the shower ran upstairs.
Her mother reached over and squeezed her hand. “You seem quiet this morning, sweetheart. Everything okay?”
“Just tired,” Aria said. She kept her eyes on her plate.
Dominic set a fresh mug in front of her. His fingers brushed hers for half a second longer than necessary. The contact sent a spark straight down her spine. She looked up. His expression stayed carefully neutral, but his eyes were dark and knowing.
The day passed in a blur of forced normal conversation. Her mother stayed close, working from the living room couch with her laptop. Dominic took calls in his study. Aria tried to read in her room and failed. Every time she closed her eyes she was back on that desk, bent over, taking every hard thrust while trying not to make a sound.
By evening the tension had settled into her bones.
Her mother went to bed early again, still fighting jet lag. The soft click of the master bedroom door felt like permission.
Aria waited twenty minutes, listening to the house settle. Then she slipped out of her room barefoot and walked the short distance to Dominic’s study. The door was cracked. Soft light spilled into the hallway.
She pushed it open.
Dominic sat behind the desk, sleeves rolled, a glass of whiskey untouched beside him. He looked up the moment she entered. For a long second neither of them spoke.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly.
“I know.”
She closed the door behind her and locked it. The soft click made his jaw tighten.
Aria crossed the room and stopped in front of him. He stayed seated, watching her with an intensity that made her pulse race. She reached down, took his hand, and guided it under the hem of her sleep shirt until his palm rested against her bare stomach.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispered.
His fingers flexed against her skin. “Neither can I.”
She climbed into his lap, straddling him the way she had on the couch two nights ago. This time there was no hesitation. His hands slid up her back, under the shirt, and pulled it over her head in one motion. She was bare underneath. His eyes dropped to her breasts, then lower, to the soft shorts she still wore.
“Take these off,” he said, voice low.
She stood just long enough to push them down and kick them away. When she settled back over him she was completely naked. He was still dressed. The contrast made her even wetter.
Dominic’s hands gripped her hips hard. He leaned in and closed his mouth around one n****e, sucking slow and deep while his other hand slid between her legs. She was already soaked. He groaned against her skin when his fingers found how ready she was.
“Quiet,” he reminded her, though his own voice had gone rough. “She can’t hear us.”
Aria nodded, biting her lip as he pushed two fingers inside her. He worked her slowly at first, curling them just right, thumb circling her c**t. She rocked against his hand, trying to stay silent, forehead pressed to his shoulder.
When she started to shake he pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and freed his c**k. He was thick and hard and already leaking. Aria lifted up, guided him to her entrance, and sank down in one slow, continuous motion until he was buried inside her again.
Both of them exhaled shakily.
Dominic’s hands locked on her waist. “Ride me,” he ordered softly. “Slow. I want to feel every second.”
She did. Rising and falling in careful, deep strokes, the wet sound of their bodies joining barely audible. He watched her face the entire time, eyes half-lidded, jaw tight with the effort of staying quiet. When she ground down especially deep he dropped his head back against the chair and whispered a curse.
“That’s it. Take it all, baby. Just like that.”
The endearment mixed with the stretch of him made her clench. He felt it and groaned under his breath.
She rode him until her thighs trembled. He let her set the pace for a while, then took over, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her in short, powerful strokes that hit something deep and perfect. Aria buried her face against his neck to muffle the sounds she couldn’t hold back.
“Look at me,” he said.
She lifted her head. Their eyes locked.
“Whose c**k is inside you right now?”
“Yours,” she breathed.
“Say it properly.”
“Yours, Daddy.”
The word broke something open in him. He stood with her still impaled, turned, and laid her on the desk without pulling out. Papers scattered again. He hooked her legs over his arms and f****d her deeper, harder, the quiet slap of skin the only soundtrack. One hand covered her mouth. The other pinned her wrist above her head.
Aria came first, shaking hard, eyes screwed shut. Dominic followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and pulsing inside her with a low, guttural sound he only half managed to swallow.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, hearts slamming.
Eventually he pulled out. c*m slipped down her thigh. He watched it for a moment, something dark and possessive moving through his expression, then cleaned her gently with tissues again.
Aria sat up on the edge of the desk, still naked, legs dangling. Dominic stood between them, pants open, looking wrecked and intense.
“This is getting dangerous,” he said quietly.
“I know.”
He brushed a strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered on her cheek.
“I don’t think I can stop.”
Before she could answer, a soft knock sounded on the study door.
Both of them froze.
Her mother’s voice came through, sleepy and muffled.
“Domi
nic? Are you still up? I thought I heard something
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