Dominic: The Prince

by Mj Fields

  I pull up the driveway and push the intercom. Abe’s housekeeper lets me in. I pack my shit, and then grab the nightgown Laney wore the night before. A token.

  Once in the SUV, I grab my phone and see a missed call from Jules. She isn’t supposed to call me, unless it is an emergency. So, I call her back.

  “Everything going as planned?” I ask, as soon as she answers

  “Yes, I am messaging you the account numbers,” she whispers.

  “He there?”

  “Yes, he’s meeting with Efisto now.”

  “Pictures, Jules.”

  “Not admissible.”

  “Maybe not, but sure as hell would help me get the Steel boys on our side.”

  “We do not need them,” she murmurs.

  “We do, Jules, if things go the wrong way. They will be useful.”

  “Will they sign off on Italy?”

  “Why should they? That’s only a dream. Bringing Benito down is the goal.”

  “They haven’t bled for it like we have.”

  “You’ll get what you want, and then you’ll be free of him, nothing more. This is--”

  “Fine. When will you be back?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Staying focused?”

  “Get me the pictures. And remember what you are in this for.”

  “I don’t go a day without remembering.”

  ***

  I drive down the road and call Sabato. He needs to know this is going down sooner than we thought. Besides Jules, he is the only other person who knows just how deep this goes. He has been helpful, very helpful.

  I check into the Hilton and sit on my bed looking over the pictures Jules has sent. It is obvious who they are, Benito and Efisto, but unfortunately, there is no audio that would allow Sabato or my cousins to hear their exchange, exposing these sons-of-bitches.

  It doesn’t matter; it has to be done.

  After hitting the hotel gym, I message Sabato and ask that he meet me. He agrees to be here within the hour. His agreeing to help take down Benito, and his father, Salvatore Efisto, takes balls.

  He walks in and sits. “This is Benito.”

  “You recognize him?”

  “Yes, he has been part of the circuit since I can remember. He’s one of the cruelest men I have ever met, aside from my father.” He looks at the photos on the computer for a few seconds, with a look of disgust on his face.

  “You’re sure about this?”

  “Bringing down my father and taking away everything he has worked for? Everything that would be mine?”

  “I know you’ll lose everything, Sabato. But you’ll be starting over, and the Italian authorities can’t touch you here.”

  “When it comes out, when it’s all revealed, I will be despised.”

  “Not by anyone who knows you.”

  He sits back and runs his hands over his head a few times. “I want the fucker dead, not just behind bars.”

  “There are things you haven’t told me.”

  He nods. “Don’t ask.”

  “Of course. But if you’d like to discuss--”

  “Just let me know when.”

  “You know you’re nothing like him.”

  “Is that so?” He stands and walks to the window, looking out.

  “You knew no better.”

  “I should have killed him when he let them take her.”

  “Who?”

  He turns around and his face isn’t that of a twenty four year old. It is that of a man who has made up his mind. A man who won’t mind getting blood on his hands, a man who wants revenge.

  “Nobody.”

  ***

  I am left to my thoughts and a laptop. I Google the hell out of Laney but I still don’t know her last name. So, I type in Nikolette Bassett, and I find her right away.

  I go through hundreds of pictures. They post, just like Valentina does, every detail of her life.

  I see pictures of her and a cowboy. I flip through, going from the oldest to the most recent. She looks happy when it began. As time went by, she looks much less so. That alone speaks volumes.

  The last photo is less than a week ago. I feel my temperature rising. I don’t like his hand on her. I certainly don’t like his lips on hers.

  I look at the clock, it is four in the afternoon. I have seven missed calls from my cousins and two from Abe. None of which mean a damn thing to me. Just like Italy, Valentina and I don’t mean shit to them.

  “Hello.” She is smiling; I can hear it in her voice.

  “What time can I come and get you?”

  “Dominic, we have plans tonight. I start work in three days--”

  “And you don’t want to spend more time with me?” I try not to sound angry but I am. After a day like today, I need to see her.

  “Of course I do,” she whispers.

  “Then, make it happen. I will text you the address.”

  “Dominic--”

  I hang up.

  I hang up the phone and sit on the bed. I want to see him. I want to see him more than I should want to. I’m sure that’s what Nikki will say if I leave.

  I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror. My hair has never looked better, and it damn sure should. Three hours, two hundred dollars and I am back to brunette. Jose, the stylist, matched it with my roots. It seemed darker than I ever remember, but I have been dyeing my hair for at least six years myself. We didn’t stop there, no my girl Nikki wanted to make a day of it. She said she doesn’t get to the spa very often.

  I am waxed, my toes and nails are painted a deep purple, and I look damn good. I wish he could see me right now. I can give those girls in the photos, a run for their money; even while sporting clothes I bought on sale at American Eagle.

  I start to walk down the stairs and I hear Abe and Nikki talking. I know I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but I can’t help myself, especially when I hear his name. I just catch the tail end of the conversation, but from what I hear, no one is happy with him over at Steel Inc.

  I remember what he said two nights ago, ‘We’ve grieved enough haven’t we? It’s just you and me, they can all go to hell.’ I immediately feel protective of him, and more than that, the need to see him is even stronger.

  “He’s had everything handed to him since birth,” Abe grumbles.

  I clear my throat. “Dominic?”

  “Laney it’s not--”

  “I’m not upset.” I laugh. “I was just going to see if you two mind if I go to see him?”

  “Laney, do you think that’s a good idea?” Nikki is trying to keep me from getting hurt again, like I had been by James.

  “Nikki, leave it be,” Abe hushes her.

  “Why, Nikki?”

  “Do you trust him? I mean you just got hurt pretty bad and he, well, he’s going back to Italy at some point.”

  “I’m aware of that.”

  “Laney, do you think he’s alone when he’s there?”

  I can tell she knows something and I assume it is about that woman. “Jules?”

  “She’s married.”

  “He’s not with her now.”

  “Laney,” her tone was soft.

  “I fucked James a couple days before I left him. But I’m not with him.”

  “Laney…”

  “I’m going to go see him. I start work in a couple days. I’m sure Abe would like some time alone with you. Don’t wait up.” I throw my shoes in my bag and take off.

  My heart pounds as I drive. When we talked he was upset, maybe even a little angry. But he called me. He wants to spend time with me. God help me, I want to see him, too.

  I walk into the hotel and looked toward the bar. An acoustic version of Ed Sheeran’s Don’t is playing and I look in. I see the sexiest beast I have ever seen sitting and watching the guitarist play. His look was unreadable, not the smile I have grown to adore. A few people are on the dance floor and I decide I want to bring a smile to his face.

  I walk onto the dance floor an
d start shaking my ass to the beat of the music, my back to him, of course. I know he is watching me. I can’t explain how, I just know it. When the song nears the end, I turn toward him and his eyes lock on mine, and his lip curls up a bit.

  He curls his finger, beckoning me to him. He tosses back his drink and leans over to the bartender. By the time I reach him, Angel in Blue Jeans by Train begins to play.

  He takes my hands and kisses them as he stands. My gaze slides from his gray suit to the white button up shirt and light blue tie. “You look incredible.”

  “Is that so?” he asks, holding the barstool still for me to sit.

  “It is.”

  “You look bellissima. The red is gone, why?” He takes a strand of my hair and rubs it between his fingers.

  “It was time for a change.”

  “This is your natural color.”

  “Yes.”

  He leans in closer, “You told me no over the phone.”

  I can smell whiskey on his breath, whiskey mixed with mint. “I changed my mind.”

  He takes the two glasses of wine the bartender has set on the bar and hands me one. “This is shit, but it’s the best they have. My apologies.”

  I take a sip and look up. He is watching me; his gaze is intense.

  “You had a bad day?”

  “I’ve had better.” He looks at my lips, and then back to my eyes.

  “Do you wanna talk about it?” I want to touch him. I want to hug him.

  “No.” He looks down and lets out a slow breath; I watch his features begin to soften.

  “Okay.” He moves his stool so it is facing mine and sits with one knee between mine. I immediately feel my body heat. He watches me closely, as if he knows.

  We sit both looking into one another’s eyes; he sets his drink on the bar and holds my knees in his hands.

  “Are you hungry?”

  I shake my head ‘no’ and take another drink. When I lick my lips his nostrils flare, so I do it again.

  “Tell me what you’d like to do.” He rubs his fingers just under the hem of my skirt.

  I don’t answer. I can’t say what I want to say was him, what I want to do to him.

  He cocks his head to the side as he looks at me.

  He leans in slowly and my heartbeat accelerates. I close my eyes expectantly. When his lips touch my forehead, I smile at the gesture’s tenderness.

  “Dance with me, Laney?”

  I nod my head ‘yes.’ He stands, and taking my hand, helps me down, walking us to the dance floor.

  When he turns to me, one of his hands holds mine; the other rests on the small of my back, and pulls me closer. Try by Colbie Caillat plays and we sway slowly to the music.

  He takes the hand that he is holding and places it on his face, pushing into it. His eyes close and I find myself stroking his soft, trimmed facial hair.

  He lets go of my hand and I leave it where he had placed it. His hand runs under my hair. He holds my neck, pulling it closer to him until our foreheads rest on one another’s.

  Lost in our embrace and the closeness of our bodies, one song turns to two, and two to three. We only stop when the music ends. We don’t leave the dance floor, his arms wrap around my waist as he stares at me.

  I let my hand rest on his chest, and can’t help but rub small circles on the soft material of his shirt.

  He rubs his soft lips on my forehead and then kisses it lightly; he lifts my chin with his thumb and kisses down my cheek to my lips. His mouth remains closed as he slowly kisses down my neck, collarbone, and shoulder. His lips continue their seductive journey down my arm as he steps back, bringing my hand to his mouth and he kisses it.

  He peers up at me through his dark thick lashes and whispers the word, “Stay.”

  Holding my hand, he pulls me to his side, walking me to the elevator with his arm wrapped around my waist.

  Once inside, he turns his body into mine and slowly walks us to the back, until my back is against the elevator wall.

  He takes my arms and places them on his shoulders, bows down, and takes my lower lip between his. He sucks on it gently and pushes his body against mine. He pulls his away as he moves his head back and looks into my eyes, and then with his mouth closed, he rests his lips against mine. His hands run up my shoulders, leaving a wake of goosebumps as they make their way up my neck, pushing their way through my thick hair as he tilts my head. His lips brush against mine once again, and I whimper against his mouth. His tongue caresses my lips, and I open, wanting it inside mine. He slowly slides his tongue up and down mine in a slow rhythm that doesn’t change, no matter how badly I want it to.

  I push myself up on my toes, needing to be closer and his tongue to be deeper in my mouth. When the elevator stops, he nudges me with his forehead, and then his hand runs up the back of my legs and dress. He cups my ass and lifts me. The muscles in his shoulders bulge beneath my hands, and I wrap my legs around him.

  He holds me with one hand as he fishes the key out of his pocket while walking down the hall.

  Once inside, he sits on the foot of the bed and lifts my dress above my head, tossing it to the ground. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra and picks me up. He places me against the headboard in the center of the bed, loosens his tie, and then unbuttons his shirt slowly as I watch him strip in front of me.

  He must know how much I enjoy watching him because he is taking his time, which both excites me and drives me crazy, all at once. He unbuttons his pants, giving me a glimpse of the V that makes my mouth water. He unties his tie and lets it hang over his broad shoulders, as he unzips his pants and lets them fall to the floor.

  His erection is massive, peeking out of his boxer briefs waistband. He kicks his shoes off, then pulls his socks off, and stands looking at me for a moment.

  I chew on my lip when he pulls his boxers down, kicks them off, and stands before me in nothing but a blue tie hanging around his neck. He slowly pulls it off and fists it in his hand as he climbs on the bed. His eyes are full with desire like a predatory jungle cat getting ready to attack his prey.

  Dear God, how I love being his prey.

  She looks more beautiful every time I see her. Her sweet fragrance and natural pheromones mix to make the most alluring scent, impossible to resist. The way her voice has a little sweet twang to it; if it was possible for an ear to get an erection, mine would be stiff as a board. The desire inside of me to be surrounded by her beauty, her scent, and her sound is surpassed by nothing I have ever encountered in my life. It is as I said, an enigma to me. Although, I allowed doubt to set in when she told me she wouldn’t be joining me this evening, she is here. Sitting on my hotel bed, watching me with a look that mirrors my emotions. I know she feels it too.

  I want it to be different with her tonight than it was at the casino hotel or this morning. I am going to make damn sure she never tells me ‘no’ again. Tonight, I am going to make sure that I melt into her, that she absorbs everything I can possibly offer her. In essence, I want to scar her soul so that when I leave, regardless of how long I am gone, when I return and call her she will not be able to even think the word ‘no’, let alone speak it.

  “Bellisemo.” I take her lips gently, as I lay her back on the bed.

  “Mmm,” she purrs.

  I take my time with her mouth. Caressing it with my tongue.

  Her purrs and hums, hell, every sound that comes from her, draws me deeper into this madness.

  I take her breasts in my hands, push them together, and squeeze them, careful not to cause her pain. The need to consume her and leave a mark, my mark, on her is becoming even more necessary. Her hips rise as I hold myself above her, preventing connection. Not yet.

  I tease her nipples to the point she is panting and holding her breath. One nudge of my cock against her pussy will send her over. I know it, because I am right there with her.

  I look up and she is watching me taste and torment her. Her brow creases slightly. Need. I stare into her eyes as I bit
e down on one nipple; I squeeze the other and roll it between my thumb and index finger.

  “Dominic,” her now husky voice quivers.

  I suck harshly and pull at it. Her head falls back as she screams out my name. She tries to pull back, but I follow and continue my sensual assault on her tits. She is having an orgasm from breast play. I am well on my way to scarring this beautiful creature.

  When her orgasm subsides, she lies back panting, and I kiss up her chest to her lips. She nuzzles into my neck as I kiss her face, over and over.

  It has only been ten minutes, and without penetration, she has come for me. For. Me.

  “I love watching you come,” I whisper into her ear as I lick its shell.

  I am given a whimper as her warm face pushes against mine.

  I reach down and stroke her wet panties. I desperately want that taste in my mouth, her scent on my face. But I cannot ever appear desperate. Never again. I will hold back.

  I rub the tip of my cock against her, using my finger to guide the piercing over her swollen folds. She takes in a quick breath and tenses. I continue rubbing myself against her, and even though it maddens me, I will not be inside her anytime soon. I continue rubbing against her as I kiss her, taste her, and adore her with my tongue and lips. Her hips nudge against mine then grind. Her pace hastens and her grinds become harsher. She holds tightly to my neck as her hips begin to buck against me. I hold her head between my hands, looking into her eyes and she looks dazed.

  Her confusion, no doubt, stems from the fact that I have yet to be inside of her. I push hard against her and her eyes roll slightly back. I do it again, and again.

  “I need you,” she pants.

  “Not yet,” I hiss and rub up and down.

  “Dominic, I –I’m going to…”

  “Come for me.” I push harder and her eyes flutter as she whimpers.

  “Please,” she begs.

  “Just like this.”

  She is at a breaking point again. One more firm thrust against her and she crumbles.

  She grabs my hair and bites, yes, she fucking bites my shoulder as she dry fucks me and comes again. I want her to bite harder. I want teeth marks in that spot forever.