Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Your mouth is fucking perfect,” he breathes when I’m completely filled by him. “But this pussy, coming inside you and risking the chance of getting you pregnant … that is what will persuade me.”
I shake my head and chuckle under my breath because I shouldn’t be surprised. The man is determined to get me pregnant before I can get on birth control. Little does he know, I have no intention of getting on birth control. Was I wary at first? Yes. But now, I know my future is with Dominick, and I want the same thing he wants—to fill our home with love and add to our family.
I place my hands on his hard chest and start to ride him, my hips moving in a way that I know will have us both coming shortly. He feels so good like this, with my pussy sucking him in and the head of his cock hitting the deepest part of me.
As my orgasm approaches, Dominick sits up and wraps his arms around me so our chests are touching. His mouth captures mine, his tongue tangling with my own, and in this position, with our bodies connected in the most intimate way, we both find our release.
With our bodies still sensitive and our breathing heavy, he takes the hand with my beautiful engagement ring and brings it to his lips.
“This ring means that you’re mine,” he says, glancing up at me with love and adoration in his gaze. “You don’t ever have to persuade me to do anything. Whatever it is you want, I will give it to you—always. You and our son are my world, and I will do everything in my power to ensure you’re happy … including taking cheesy-ass engagement photos.”
35
Peyton
“Wow! This place is insane.”
“Welcome to The Underground,” Dominick says as he guides me through the crowd of people who are all drinking and smoking and …
“Are they placing bets?”
Dominick chuckles. “Hundreds of thousands of dollars get exchanged during the fights down here. When my brother fights, it can get into the millions.”
“But he’s undefeated,” I say as we step into the VIP area, where we’ll be watching the fight. “Why would anyone bet against him?”
According to Dominick, the warehouse where the fight is taking place is owned by the Antonovs. When the last place got shut down, Matteo asked if he could set up a cage here, and Dominick agreed. They host several fights a month, and I was shocked when Dominick told me how much they bring in from the admission alone.
The Antonov brothers are clearly smart businessmen, and I told Dominick that I would love to one day learn all about his business ventures. There’s a reason why their company made several Forbes lists this year.
When I moved in with him, I thought I would be in the middle of a Mafia romance novel, but I quickly learned that the days of Al Capone are no longer, and while they deal with territories and have plenty of illegal businesses, their legitimate businesses overpower the others.
“All businesses are corrupt,” Dominick pointed out one night when we were talking. “Some are just more willing to get dirty to get what they want.”
“They bet against him, anticipating that this will be the time he gets knocked down,” Dominick says when we have a seat on the black leather couch. “People thrive on jealousy. For every person who loves my brother and hopes he wins, there are two hoping he doesn’t.”
“That’s mean,” I say, and Dominick chuckles.
“That’s life.” He presses his palm to my cheek. “The higher up you get, the more people want to see you fall.”
He places a soft kiss on my lips, and I wish we were somewhere private instead of here. From the moment Dominick and I reconnected, I haven’t been able to get enough of him.
Since we returned from our family trip, we’ve settled into a routine of sorts. We have breakfast together, one of us drops Damien off at school, we go to work—where I love learning about everything that is involved in the hotel industry—we have dinner as a family and spend time with Damien until bed, and then we spend the rest of the night lost in each other. Sometimes, life feels so perfect that I can’t help but wait for the other shoe to drop.
“Not here,” he murmurs against my lips when he notices me squirming in my seat. “I don’t share, and not a single person in this place deserves to see an ounce of your pleasure.”
Where we’re sitting is roped off, but we’re close enough to everyone else to see and hear everyone talking and placing bets. We’re surrounded by several of Dominick’s guards, so although people can see us, nobody can get near us.
There are metal detectors at the door, and bouncers check everyone as they come in to ensure nothing goes down.