Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Chapter 133 Past Calls Again

Gemma’s POV

"My goddess, I’ve been dying to see you! I missed you terribly," Dominic whispered between passionate kisses as I settled into his lap in the leather chair of his private office, feeling instantly safe in the arms of Thorne family’s most feared Capo.

"I missed you too," I admitted, nestling closer against his warm chest beneath the expensive suit jacket. "But I had an amazing time with the girls."

His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, careful of the concealed holster he’d insisted I wear. "So what’s the next adventure on your schedule?"

"We’re planning a weekend at Nadia’s safe house by the coast soon," I replied, watching his expression carefully.

A small frown creased his brow, the same look he wore during family meetings. "Just you ladies, or...?"

I laughed, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "All of us, handsome. I couldn’t bear a whole weekend without my dangerous protector."

His eyes lit up with that predatory gleam I’d grown to love. "Now that’s what I like to hear." He paused, a mischievous glint appearing. "So, are we finally having that blood oath ceremony this weekend?"

"It’s still some time away, Dominic," I reminded him with a playful eye roll.

"Fine, I’ll wait," he conceded dramatically. "But until then, why don’t we practice for the honeymoon?" His nose traced a tantalizing path along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I’ve been aching to lose myself in you."

"Are you reading my thoughts?" I asked breathlessly.

His smile was pure sin, the same dangerous expression that made rival families tremble. "Come here, future wife. Our bed is calling."

He helped me to my feet and turned to Amber, his loyal German Shepherd trained for both protection and detection work. "Sorry buddy, you’re staying downstairs tonight." The dog let out a dramatic whimper that had me laughing all the way upstairs to his heavily secured penthouse bedroom.

When we reached the bedroom, I gestured toward the bathroom. "I should shower first."

"A shower sounds perfect," Dominic agreed, but his actions contradicted his words as he gently guided me to sit on the bed. "But first..."

He began removing his clothes with deliberate slowness, holding my gaze the entire time. I settled back, content to enjoy the show. The shoulder holster came off first, the deadly weapon placed carefully on the nightstand within easy reach. Then his fingers worked each button of his tailored shirt, revealing his sculpted chest marked with scars from his dangerous lifestyle, inch by tantalizing inch. Every movement was natural yet somehow calculated to drive me wild.

His shirt joined the holster on the nightstand, followed by his Italian leather shoes. When his fingers moved to his pants, my breath caught. He slid them down those powerful legs that had carried him through countless territory wars, leaving him in just black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide how much he wanted me. When those came off too, I couldn’t help licking my lips at the magnificent sight of my deadly lover.

Dominic noticed my reaction and stroked himself slowly, making my mouth water. He approached, threading his fingers through my hair. "What do you want, my goddess?"

"As if you don’t know exactly what I want," I replied with a smile.

"I do," he admitted, his voice carrying that commanding tone that made subordinates obey instantly. "But I want to hear you say it."

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