Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Chapter 35 Wicked New Games

Gemma’s POV

My fingers traced over the contents while my mind spun in circles. Dominic possessed this adorably romantic side beneath his dangerous mafia exterior, but lurking deeper was something deliciously wicked that reminded me why he commanded fear throughout Port Serenity’s underworld. His gift caught me completely off guard. The whole thing amused me, though his nervous energy was palpable for a man who could order executions without blinking. I decided to torture him just a little.

I lifted each item slowly, studying them with deliberate care. The large black box contained an impressive collection, each piece arranged with the same meticulous attention Dominic brought to planning family operations. The longer I remained silent, the more his usual commanding composure cracked.

"Listen, goddess, if this crosses a line, we can forget this ever happened," Dominic stammered, words tumbling out in his rush. The sight of Port Serenity’s most feared Capo reduced to nervous rambling made my heart flutter.

"I suppose we should begin with this." I selected a small plug from the collection, holding it up between us like I was examining contraband at one of his warehouses.

"Do you actually like it?" His voice carried equal parts relief and amazement, the same tone he used when risky family business went according to plan.

"Absolutely not!" I replied flatly, then reached for a tongue-shaped device. When I activated it, my face split into a wicked grin. "I absolutely adore it!"

"Isaac, Gemma! You nearly stopped my heart." Dominic dropped to his knees beside me, exhaling hard like he had just survived another attempt on his life.

"Really, Dominic, I am a woman of the twenty-first century living in your world now. I embrace pleasure and own toys. The fact that you want to share this experience together thrills me more than any protection you could offer." I pressed my lips to his. "Though this tongue device is completely new territory for me."

"Gemma, you are absolutely incredible!" Dominic captured my mouth, settling between my thighs with the same confidence he used to claim territory.

"So where do we begin?" I asked, anticipation building like the rush I felt during our first dangerous encounter on his turf.

"First, those clothes disappear. Then I treat you to a proper massage with these oils, the way a Capo should worship his woman."

"God, that sounds perfect!" The thought of his hands, the same ones that had spilled blood to protect me, working over my skin made me shiver with want.

Dominic pulled me upright, carrying our treasure box to the bedside table with the efficiency of someone accustomed to handling dangerous cargo.

"Are we exploring everything tonight, or should I avoid certain items?" he asked, returning to stand before me with the predatory grace that made him deadly in Thorne family business.

"Everything," I assured him. "Use it all."

His smile promised an evening I would never forget, the same smile that preceded his most ruthless family operations.

Dominic moved closer, finding the hidden clasp of my dress and drawing the fabric over my head with practiced skill. Underneath, black straps created intricate patterns across my skin, forming the suggestion of coverage while revealing everything. The lingerie had been his gift some time ago, chosen with the same attention to detail he brought to planning family hits.

"Damn, Gemma, now I cannot decide whether to remove these or take you while you wear them." His appreciation made me laugh. "Better remove them before the oils stain this masterpiece."

His fingers worked each strap slowly, his mouth following the path of removal with soft kisses. The gentleness contrasted sharply with the violence these same hands dealt to family enemies. He gathered my hair loosely, guiding me to the bed while shedding his own clothes, revealing the tattoos that marked his rank in the Thorne organization. Climbing over me, he positioned my body between his legs and reached for the silk mask.

"Tonight you experience rather than observe, goddess." He secured the blindfold before selecting another item. "This amarula oil will taste incredible on your skin."

The warm liquid dripped onto my shoulders as Dominic began his massage. The expensive oil reminded me that his illegal empire afforded luxuries most could never dream of. The scent filled my senses while his skilled hands spread the oil across my body with the same precision he used to count dirty money. Soon his mouth followed where his hands had been, kissing and tasting the oil-slicked skin. He devoted considerable attention to my breasts, alternating between gentle caresses and demanding pulls that reminded me of his dual nature. Each touch sent pulses of heat straight to my core.

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