Chapter7
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The knock came again, softer this time.
“Dominic? I thought I heard something.”
Aria’s heart slammed so hard she felt dizzy. Dominic moved fast. He yanked her sleep shirt over her head, shoved her shorts into her hands, and pointed silently toward the small bathroom attached to the study. She slipped inside on trembling legs just as he unlocked the main door.
She pressed her back against the bathroom wall, still naked from the waist down, shorts clutched in one fist, the other hand covering her mouth. c*m slipped down her inner thigh. She could hear everything.
“Sorry,” Dominic’s voice came, calm and low. “I dropped a glass. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
Her mother’s sleepy laugh floated through the door. “You’re working too late again. Come to bed soon, okay?”
“I will. Go back to sleep.”
Footsteps retreated. The master bedroom door closed.
Aria stayed frozen until Dominic opened the bathroom door. His eyes swept over her bare legs and the evidence still glistening on her skin. Something dark and hungry flashed across his face before he controlled it.
“Get dressed,” he said quietly. “Then go to your room. Carefully.”
She pulled the shorts on with shaking hands. He watched every movement. When she stepped past him he caught her wrist, pulled her close for one hard, brief kiss, then released her.
“Go.”
Aria slipped into the dark hallway barefoot, pulse still racing. She made it to her room without a sound and locked the door behind her. Only then did she let out the breath she had been holding.
She stood in the middle of the room, still feeling him inside her, and pressed her thighs together. The secret felt heavier now. More real. More dangerous.
Morning arrived too soon.
Her mother was already in the kitchen, bright and rested, making coffee. Dominic stood at the island scrolling through his phone like any ordinary morning. Aria walked in wearing an oversized sweater that covered her to mid-thigh. She felt his eyes on her the second she appeared.
“There she is,” her mother said with a smile. “I was just telling Dominic we should all go out for brunch. The place by the lake has that patio you like.”
Aria forced a nod. “Sounds good.”
They went.
The drive was quiet. Aria sat in the back seat. Every time she looked up she caught Dominic’s eyes in the rearview mirror. The look he gave her was possessive and warning at the same time. She pressed her knees together and tried to focus on the road.
Brunch was worse.
They sat at a small outdoor table. Her mother talked about work and upcoming travel. Dominic answered at the right moments. Aria mostly pushed food around her plate. Under the table, Dominic’s knee pressed firmly against hers and stayed there. The solid heat of him made it hard to concentrate on anything her mother said.
At one point her mother stood to take a call a few steps away. The second she turned her back, Dominic’s hand slid under the table and settled high on Aria’s thigh, fingers curling inward. He didn’t look at her. He simply held her there, thumb stroking slow circles on the sensitive skin just below the hem of her shorts.
Aria’s breath caught. She kept her eyes on her plate and prayed her face looked normal.
His hand moved higher. Two fingers slipped beneath the edge of her shorts and found her still wet from the night before. He stroked once, deliberate and proprietary, then withdrew just as her mother ended the call and walked back.
Dominic picked up his coffee like nothing had happened.
Aria’s pulse thundered in her ears for the rest of the meal.
They returned home in the early afternoon. Her mother announced she needed a short nap before an evening video call. The moment the master bedroom door closed, Dominic caught Aria’s wrist in the hallway and pulled her into the laundry room, shutting the door behind them.
He backed her against the washing machine, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip hard.
“You’re still full of me,” he said, voice low and rough. “I can feel it.”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good.” His forehead dropped against hers. “I hated sitting across from her knowing what we did. Knowing you’re walking around with my c*m inside you.”
The words made her clench.
His hand slid between her legs again, cupping her through the thin shorts. “This is mine now. You understand that?”
She nodded, already breathing faster.
“Say it.”
“It’s yours.”
“All of it.”
“All of it, Daddy.”
A soft sound left his throat. He kissed her hard and deep, the kind of kiss that claimed, while his fingers rubbed slow pressure against her c**t through the fabric. Aria clutched his shirt and tried to stay quiet. The washing machine hummed beneath her. Upstairs her mother was only a floor away.
Dominic pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes were almost black.
“Tonight,” he said. “After she’s asleep. My room. I don’t care how quiet we have to be.”
Before Aria could answer, her mother’s voice called down the stairs.
“Dominic? Can you help me find the charger for my laptop? I think it’s in the guest room closet.”
He stepped back immediately, expression smoothing into something neutral. Only the tension in his jaw gave him away.
“Coming,” he called.
He left the laundry room without another word.
Aria stayed pressed against the machine, legs unsteady, the ghost of his fingers still between her thighs, and realized with sudden clarity that she n
o longer wanted this to stop.
Not even a little.
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