Monday morning I woke up to Dominic's mouth between my legs.
No warning. No gentle wake-up. Just his tongue on my clit, his fingers inside me, pulling me from sleep into pleasure so intense I couldn't breathe.
"Dominic, what..." I gasped.
"Couldn't help myself." He sucked my clit hard and I arched off the bed. "Woke up thinking about tasting you. Needed it more than air."
He ate me until I came screaming, my hands fisted in his hair, my thighs shaking. Then he crawled up my body and slammed his cock inside me while I was still pulsing from the orgasm.
"Fuck, you're so tight when you come," he groaned, fucking me hard. "Love feeling your pussy squeeze my cock like this."
"Jesus, Dominic..."
"Say my name like that again." He thrust deeper. "Say it like I'm ruining you."
"You are ruining me," I sobbed. "Every fucking day you ruin me more."
"Good." His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. "Because you've ruined me too. Can't think about anything but this. But you. But being inside you."
When we came, it was violent. Explosive. Both of us crying out, clinging to each other like we were drowning.
After, lying in the wreckage of his sheets, I checked my phone. Seventeen missed calls from Mara.
"Shit," I muttered.
"What?"
"Mara's been calling me since 6am."
My phone rang again. Her name flashing on the screen.
"Answer it," Dominic said. "Put it on speaker."
I did, my heart pounding.
"Scarlett! Finally!" Mara's voice was frantic. "Where have you been? I've been calling for hours!"
"Sorry, I was sleeping. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong! Everything's RIGHT!" She squealed. "James just told me that Dominic's been asking about you nonstop! Like, he's completely smitten! He wants to know your favorite everything, where you like to go, what makes you happy!"
Dominic grinned, his hand sliding between my legs again. I slapped it away.
"That's... sweet," I managed.
"Sweet? It's AMAZING! Scarlett, I think he's falling in love with you!" Another squeal. "This is happening so fast but it feels so RIGHT, you know?"
Dominic's fingers found my clit. Started rubbing slow circles. I glared at him but he just smirked.
"Mara, I should probably..."
"Oh! And he wants to take you away this weekend! Like a romantic getaway! To that bed and breakfast upstate!" She was talking so fast I could barely keep up. "James said Dominic's never done anything like this. He must really like you!"
Dominic slid two fingers inside me. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
"That sounds nice," I said, my voice strained.
"Nice? NICE? Scarlett Hayes, the hottest lawyer in the city wants to whisk you away for a romantic weekend and all you can say is NICE?"
"I mean, I'm excited. Really excited." Dominic added a third finger and I nearly dropped the phone. "But I have to go. Work stuff. Can I call you back?"
"Fine, but I want DETAILS later! About everything! The date tonight, the weekend plans, ALL OF IT!"
I hung up and immediately moaned as Dominic finger fucked me harder.
"You're evil," I gasped.
"You love it." He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. "And now I'm taking you in the shower. Then I'm fucking you against the bathroom counter. Then I'm bending you over the kitchen table before I leave for work."
"I have to go to work too!"
"So? Call in sick." His eyes were dark with hunger. "Spend the day in my bed. Let me fuck you until you can't walk."
"Dominic, we can't..."
"We can and we will." He lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. "I need you too much. Need to be inside you. Need to feel you come on my cock over and over until you're begging me to stop."
He carried me to the shower and made good on every promise. Fucked me against the tile wall until my legs gave out. Bent me over the counter while I watched us in the mirror, watched his cock disappear inside me again and again. Spread me out on the kitchen table and ate me until I was crying, then fucked me until the table shook.
By the time he finally left for work at 10am, I was wrecked. Sore. Exhausted. Completely satisfied.
And completely fucked.
Because this wasn't sustainable. This intensity. This desperation. The way we grabbed at each other like we were running out of time.
Maybe we were.
I called in sick to work, too sore and tired to function. Spent the day in Dominic's bed, drifting in and out of sleep, my body aching in the best way.
Around 2pm, he texted me.
Dominic: Can't stop thinking about this morning. About being inside you. About the sounds you made.
Me: I'm still recovering.
Dominic: Good. Want you to feel me for days.
Me: Mission accomplished. I can barely walk.
Dominic: Fuck, that's hot. Send me a picture.
Me: Of what?
Dominic: Your body. Want to see the marks I left. The evidence of what we did.
I looked down at myself. Bite marks on my breasts. Bruises on my hips. Fingerprints on my thighs. I was covered in evidence of Dominic Russo.
I took a picture and sent it.
Dominic: Jesus Christ. You're so fucking beautiful. All marked up. All mine.
Me: All yours.
Dominic: I'm leaving work early. Need to see you. Touch you. Be inside you again.
Me: You just left four hours ago!
Dominic: Don't care. Need you. Now.
He showed up an hour later, still in his suit, looking like sin and power and everything I shouldn't want but couldn't resist.
"I have a meeting in two hours," he said, already pulling off his tie. "But I need you first."
"You're insane."
"About you. Always about you." He backed me toward the bedroom. "Strip. Now."
I did, my hands shaking, my pussy already wet just from looking at him.
"On the bed. Hands and knees."
I obeyed, positioning myself how he wanted, feeling exposed and vulnerable and so fucking turned on I could barely breathe.
He didn't undress. Just unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and slammed into me from behind.
"Fuck!" I cried out.
"That's it. Take it. Take all of me." He gripped my hips hard enough to add to the bruises. "Been thinking about this all day. About your pussy. About how good you feel wrapped around my cock."
He fucked me brutally. No warm up. No gentle build. Just hard, punishing thrusts that had me screaming into the pillow.
"Who does this pussy belong to?" he demanded.
"You!"
"Say my name!"
"Dominic! It belongs to you, Dominic!"
"Damn right it does." He reached around and found my clit. "Now come for me. Come on this cock while I'm still in my fucking work suit."
The image of it, the wrongness and rightness all mixed together, pushed me over. I came so hard I saw stars, my whole body convulsing.
He followed seconds later, groaning my name as he filled me. Then he pulled out, zipped up his pants, and straightened his tie like he hadn't just fucked me into next week.
"I have to go," he said, leaning down to kiss me. "But tonight, I'm taking you to dinner. Somewhere public. Somewhere I can show you off."
"The second date."
"The hundredth date. But they think it's the second." He kissed me again. "Wear that blue dress. The one that shows off your legs. I want every man in that restaurant to know you're mine."
After he left, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying to process what was happening to us.
We were spiraling. Getting reckless. Dangerous. The sex was getting rougher, more desperate, more possessive. Like we were trying to fuck away the guilt. Like if we just had each other hard enough, nothing else would matter.
But it didn't work. The guilt was still there. The lies were still there. And now we were adding more lies on top of lies.
The partial truth plan. Telling Mara and James we hooked up at the engagement party. Making it seem newer than it was.
Another lie.
When would it end?
My phone rang. Mara again.
"Hey," I answered.
"Are you sick? Rebecca said you called in."
Shit. "Just a headache. Needed a rest day."
"Well, rest up! You have a hot date tonight!" She giggled. "What are you wearing? Where's he taking you?"
"Blue dress. Not sure where we're going. It's a surprise."
"SO ROMANTIC! God, Scarlett, I'm so happy for you. This is like a fairy tale!"
The guilt twisted like a knife.
"Yeah," I said weakly. "A fairy tale."
After we hung up, I cried. Sitting alone in Dominic's apartment, surrounded by evidence of what we'd done, I let myself break down.
This was wrong. All of it. We were lying to everyone. Using them. Manipulating Mara's good intentions to cover up months of deception.
And the worst part? I couldn't stop. Couldn't walk away. Couldn't give him up even knowing how badly this was going to end.
I was addicted. To him. To the sex. To the way he made me feel alive and destroyed all at once.
That night, he picked me up at seven. I wore the blue dress like he asked. He wore a suit that made him look dangerous and perfect.
"You're stunning," he said when I opened the door.
"You're not so bad yourself."
In the car, his hand immediately went to my thigh. Sliding up under the dress.
"No panties," he noted with a grin.
"You said you wanted to show me off. Thought I'd give you something to think about all night."
"You're going to kill me." His fingers slid higher. "And I'm going to have a hard-on through the entire dinner."
"Good."
He took me to an upscale Italian place. Candlelight. Wine. The works. We sat in a corner booth, his hand never leaving my leg.
"We need to talk," he said after we ordered.
"About what?"
"About the plan. The partial truth." He took a drink of wine. "I think we should tell them this weekend. At the bed and breakfast. Make it romantic. Emotional. Like we couldn't keep it from them anymore."
"You really think that'll work?"
"I think it's our best shot." His hand slid higher, fingers teasing. "We tell them we hooked up at the engagement party. That we agreed it was a mistake. But we kept thinking about each other. Ran into each other a few times. Started talking. Realized it was more than just attraction."
"And they'll just believe that?"
"Why wouldn't they? It's close enough to the truth that we won't slip up. And it explains the chemistry they've already noticed."
I thought about it. "And the lying? The sneaking around? We just pretend that never happened?"
"We reframe it. We weren't sneaking around. We were figuring out our feelings privately before going public." He squeezed my thigh. "It's not perfect. But it's better than the complete fabrication we're doing now."
"I don't know..."
"Scarlett." He took my hand. "I can't keep lying to my brother. Can't keep watching you torture yourself every time Mara texts. This is the compromise. We come clean about some of it. Not all of it. Just enough to ease the guilt."
"And if they don't buy it?"
"Then we deal with it. Together." His eyes were intense. "But I think they will. Because they want this for us. Want us to be happy."
The waiter brought our food. We ate in relative silence, both of us thinking about the weekend. About what we were planning to do.
Another lie. But a smaller one. A more palatable one.
Did that make it better or worse?
After dinner, in the car, Dominic's hand slid between my legs again.
"I need you," he said.
"We just had sex this afternoon!"
"Don't care. Need you again." He pulled over into an empty parking lot. "Get in the back seat."
"Dominic, we're in public..."
"So? Let them watch." His eyes were wild. Desperate. "Please, baby. I need to be inside you. Need to feel you. Need to remember why we're doing this."
I climbed into the back seat. He followed, already unzipping his pants.
"Ride me," he commanded. "Want to watch you take my cock."
I straddled him, sinking down onto his cock with a moan. So full. So perfect. So right.
"That's it," he groaned. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Use me. Take what you need."
I rode him hard, chasing my pleasure, chasing the high that made everything else disappear. His hands gripped my ass, helping me move, pulling me down harder onto him.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he panted. "Taking my cock. Using me. Fucking ruining me."
"You ruined me first," I sobbed.
"I know. And I'd do it again." He pulled me down for a brutal kiss. "I'd ruin you a thousand times if it meant having you like this."
When we came, it was together, both of us crying out, not caring who heard, not caring about anything except this moment.
After, still connected, he held me close.
"This weekend changes everything," he said quietly.
"I know."
"Are you ready for that?"
"No. But I don't think I'll ever be ready." I looked at him. "Are you?"
"No. But we do it anyway." He kissed me softly. "Because the alternative is losing you. And that's not an option."
We drove back to his place in silence. Inside, he undressed me slowly, tenderly, like I was something precious.
"One more time," he whispered, laying me down on his bed. "Let me make love to you. Before everything changes. Before we add another layer to the lies."
This time was different. Slow. Gentle. He took his time, worshiping every inch of my body, whispering how much he loved me, how perfect I was, how he'd never let me go.
When he finally entered me, it was with a tenderness that made me cry.
"I love you," he said, moving inside me with slow, deep strokes. "No matter what happens. No matter how this ends. I love you."
"I love you too," I sobbed. "So much it scares me."
"Good. Love should scare you. Means it's real." He thrust deeper. "Means it matters."
We moved together like we had all the time in the world. Like we weren't built on lies and deception and stolen moments. Like we were just two people in love.
For that one perfect moment, we were.
And god, it was beautiful.
Even though we both knew it couldn't last.
Even though we both knew the truth would come out eventually.
Even though we both knew someone was going to get hurt.
We held onto each other in the darkness and pretended we had forever.
When really, we might only have days.