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"I feel like I am going to barf," I said, turning to Dominic, who looked worse than me.

"Same and it's not even because of the drive here." I watched him take a deep breath.

"I thought you said your family was chill?"

"They are."

"Then why are you taking a deep breath and mentally preparing?" I asked and he started laughing.

"They are still family and its been a while, like almost 12 years a while."

"TWELVE YEARS?"

He shushed me and put a hand over my mouth.

We were standing on his parent's porch and neither of us had knocked yet.

"Okay, like 11 and a couple of months. Lova and I came here when we first had Isabella and I haven't been here since," he said and he honestly looked horrified.

"Why didn't you tell me that?" I gritted through my teeth.

"It slipped my mind!"

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Was that the thing you forgot to tell me about?"

He shook his head. "No, that was about my dad and I still can't remember it. Even after all of it, the drive, the porch, the house—I can't remember it for the life of me."

I just took my head.

"Fuck," he mumbled and he pulled out his phone and quickly opened it.

"Now what are you doing? Getting us a ride back home?"

He shook his head.

"I am texting Sandro to see if they are all inside."

I peered over at his phone and Sandro started typing.

"You are a grown-ass man and you are scared to visit your parents?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, I am."

"All of this mafia shit, killing people, the kidnapping, and this is what scares you?" I stopped. "Is it because I am a man?"

He shook his head. "No, not at all. It's because I haven't seen my parents in 12 years and I'm shitting bricks."

I started laughing again, but this time harder.

"He answered, they are in the living room. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck."

The two of us watched as the front door swung open.

Damn, now I'm scared too.

What looked to be sandro smiled down at me. "Aren't you cute? Who's this Dom? One of Isabella's friends? By the way, where is the little rascal?"

Dom turned to me and gave me this horrified look and I gave him the same look back.

Dude, we have to get back in that car and go the fuck back home.

"Oh, uh. Mom and Dad didn't tell you?" Dominic said awkwardly.

Smile and wave, boys.

Smile and wave.

"Tell me what?" Sandro asked.

He was a big bitch and he looked menacing as fuck.

Holy shit.

I mean, Dominic was taller.

But I knew Dominic, and it wasn't awkward.

I didn't know him so it was awkward and I wanted to cry.

"I got engaged."

"You did? Oh my god, I thought you would never get over Lova. Where is she? Is she in the car?"

I want to go die in a hole.

Please.

Satan, I am begging you to take me now.

"Oh, this is my fiancé. Ryder," he said and I felt his hand creep on my back as I waved.

His brother looked gobsmacked but made a good recovery and it turned into a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Ryder. I'm Sandro," he said and we shook hands.

"Come in; the family is waiting for you," Sandro said and fully ripped Dominic away from me and shoved him inside.

He turned his attention back to me.

"Never took him as bisexual or whatever that's called but I would be too if you were my fiancé," he said.

I don't know if I should be flattered or scared.

How about both?

"Come in," he said with a flirty smile. I nodded and he shut the door behind me.

I'm horrified.

Dominic was sitting on the couch and looked horrified as well.

There are a lot of people in here.

I pushed my way past Sandro and sat right next to Dominic.

So close that I might as well be on his lap.

"Dom, introduce your fiancé to us," Sandro said.

Silent.

That fuck.

That fucking bitch. 

"Oh, uh." Dominic forced me to stand up in front of him as he sat down. "This is my fiancé, Ryder."

I couldn't read a single look on the faces in front of me.

"He's black?" I felt myself shrink and quickly sat back down.

"Yeah. Blexican."

"What the fuck does that mean? He's Mexican too?"

Dominic nodded.

I looked over and it was a guy with a beer; I think it was his dad.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

No, I know this was his dad.

"I didn't think I had to; he's my fiancé, not yours," Dominic snapped.

"You know how I feel about…his kind."

Oh!!

Dominic's face dropped and he looked at me. "I remember what I was going to tell you about my dad."

"He's a raging racist," Dominic said.

"That would have been really nice to know," I said.

Dominic flipped back to his dad.

"I don't care."

He rolled his eyes and started drinking.

His dad is low-key really hot.

That's problematic but he's hot as fuck.

"I mean, he's cute but still. They are usually gold diggers," he spat.

"That's why I am here, so I can drain all of your family's wealth," I said, smiling at him.

And someone started laughing.

I am assuming it was Jules because it looked like her, said from across the room, "He's funny; I like him."

Yeah, I would not have come if I knew he was a racist.

Like what?

How do you even forget something like that?

Dominic looked really embarrassed and out of it as his dad continued to open his mouth and hurl racist remarks at me.

"Dad, please stop it," Dominic said for the, I don't know how many times it has been now.

"What? I am just being honest."

"Honest and annoying," Jules butted in and their dad gave her a nasty look.

Okay, well, there goes this nice family day, I guess.

If only that drive didn't take 3 hours, we would leave.

But we are already here so we might as well make the most of it.

I guess?

I don't really know.

I watched as Dom's hand started to do circles on my thigh.

I smiled.

He hadn't even realized he was doing it.

He was just doing it out of habit.

That felt nice.

"Where did you go to college?"

"I didn't go; I dropped out of high school."

"Typical."

Oh my god.

"Dad, didn't you not go to college?" Luca asked.

Look at me; I am remembering the names of people I haven't even formally met.

"He didn't," I heard a soft voice and everyone's attention changed.

I turned to Dom's dad, who had gotten up.

I am assuming that was his mom.

She was very pretty and looked nothing like her raging racist of husband.

Dom's dad started hugging up on her and kissing her.

No wonder there's so many of them.

Her attention moved over to me and she smiled.

"Hi, I am Seo-hyun, but my nickname is Sophia," she said slowly and waddled over to shake my hand.

Her husband was hindering everything right now.

She shook my hand with a smile.

"My name is Ryder, Ryder Callahan," I said and her smile grew.

"So polite!"

I nodded.

"Ignore my husband," she said.

Hard not to, but for you, pretty-looking lady, that is my fiancé's mom, I will.

"Food will be ready shortly," she said as her husband continued to kiss her.

I nodded and she pried him off her and started to mumble words I couldn't understand at him.

"But baby," he whined.

"Go and be nice."

I watched as his dad shuffled back to his spot this time without the beer.

"Well, I'm assuming you met Sandro on the way in here?" A girl I didn't recognize, asked.

I nodded.

"Oh great, he's finally doing something right. You know it took him forever to propose and he didn't even give me a good ring. I mean, let me see the ring Dominic gave you." Fiance.

Definitely Sandro's fiancé.

I looked over at Dom, and he was giving her an indifferent look.

The comment I thought they broke up kept playing over and over in my head.

I showed her my finger and she started yelling at Sandro.

I put my hand down quickly.

I looked at Dom and then at Sandro.

Wait.

Didn't he make a pass at me when we first got here?

Eh, what the hell?

"Well, I am assuming she was trying to segue into us formally introducing ourselves. I'm Guilia," Jules said with a smile and I smiled back at her.

"Nice to meet you, Dom showed me pictures of all of you," i said and she smiled.

She had a very nice smile. 

"Hopefully they were good." New character unlocked.

Yeah, I don't know who this is; it looks like both his other two siblings.

"I'm min." Oh, okay.

Her hair looks very different than it did in the picture Dominic showed me.

She and I think Luca literally have the same haircut now, the same middle-part kind of vibe.

"Nice to meet you," I said with a smile. "I saw your pictures for volleyball; they were really cool. Did you guys have media day in the fall?" 

Her smile grew and she shoved her sister out of the way to sit next to me.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Well, your brother told me you play volleyball and that usually happens in the fall season of sports, and since you are a senior, I think, you had senior media day," i said and she just started yelling.

"Oh! Oh! Oh my god, let me show you my pictures," she said and then turned to her dad. "Appa." She started to say words I didn't understand to her father.

He sighed and got up slowly and just like that, he was gone.

"I'm Luca," the final sibling of Dom mumbled and I waved. "Nice to meet you."

"Uh, uh, you are very, uh, good-looking," he stammered awkwardly. "Thank you, you are very kind."

I felt Dom's hand go on my back and then under my shirt.

I leaned back, trying to trap his hands so he stops being weird in front of his family.

"Hey, that's my fiancé," Dominic said as he tried to push me forward to help his untrapped hand.

Luca laughed awkwardly as he continued to drink whatever he was drinking.

I heard Dom's dad say something and then he handed Min her thing.

She started to show me the pictures and I smiled. "You look good!"

"Thank you, Appa said the makeup was too much."

"Also your hair," Dom's dad mumbled.

Her hair was cut in the photos but it was a bob instead of the hair she has now.

She also had what looked to be goth makeup on.

"I like it a lot," i said and her face warmed. "Thank you, that's really sweet."

"Of course he would."

"Dad!" Dominic spat and his dad rolled his eyes.

"You probably like that haircut too," his dad said. 

"Umma! Come get your husband!" Min said and his dad sighed. "Min-ie i didnt say anything you dont…"

Dom's mom interrupted everyone. "Dinner's ready anyway," she said with a warm smile on her face.

Everyone quickly got up, including Dom's dad. 

I smiled at Dom. "We haven't even been here that long but this is the most social interaction I have done in my whole life."

"I know." He pushed back so my back was no longer against the couch. "They are all like that," he mumbled and I felt cold hands slowly creep down my underwear.

I grabbed his hand and he smiled at me.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I mumbled, and his smile grew. "Nothing, I'm just getting up to eat with my family." He pulled his hand out of my pants and my grasp and stood up.

I stood up after him and tried to kick him.

"Watch the leg," he said.

"Watch your fucking hands!" I spat.

"Are you guys going to eat with us or are you just going to fight?" I turned around; Jules was right there.

"We are coming; Dominic just tripped me and I hurt my leg," i said and she gave Dominic a horrified look.

Bitch.

I slowly walked with the help of the couch, leaving Dominic to get lectured by his sister.

I walked into the kitchen, washing my hands, and then went back to the dining room.

Everyone was sat there and there were three chairs left and neither of them were next to each other.

I watched as Dominic and Jules came in from washing their hands in the kitchen and Jules took one of the empty spots.

There were two seats, one next to Dominic's dad and one directly across from his dad.

Oh.

"Min, get up and sit next to Dad," Dominic said.

His voice sounded stern and low-key made my stomach turn.

In a good way.

Ew.

That's fucked up.

She let out a big sigh.

"Get up!" Dominic said louder.

She sighed and got up.

Dominic pulled the chair out for me and sat me down in it.

He sat down next to me and smiled.

I am going to be honest; I can't name any of the dishes on the plate but they do taste good.

And matched with wine.

Oh god, everything tastes good with wine.

"Where did you guys meet?" I looked up at Sandro and then at Dom, who was on his second glass of wine.

"At the park."

"The park?" i nodded and Sandro gave his brother a weird look.

That sounds so bad and even worse considering our age gap.

"I was on a bench doing some knitting and…"

"It was love at first sight," Dominic interjected.

One-sided.

Damn.

Where would I be if he wasn't there?

I don't even know.

Probably still at the park or cooking dinner for my family.

Oh god, that made my stomach hurt to think about that and I don't even know why.

Just how much he's changed my life.

For the better and for the worse.

And he's accepted and loved me with open arms.

The whole way through.

Even when I hated him.

He was there with open arms, ready to shower me with all of this love.

This love I haven't felt in such a long time.

This love that my family didn't even show me.

They tried.

But they never could.

They could never really appreciate me and that's what I need.

I don't want to be that person but I did a lot for my family and I rarely got thank you's.

And here I am.

Being a housewife for some kingpin mafia boss.

The guy who ruined my fucking life.

And appreciated me more than anyone in my life has ever.

Even if I feel out of place.

He's there.

The honest, mean, nice, and everything way that I love.

And I can't get enough of it.

I felt his hand squeeze my thigh and he looked up at him with a smile.

A warm smile that I just wanted to get a big hug from. 

I should hate him.

Hate him for everything that he has done.

Everything that no matter how much money he throws at me can't be fixed.

But here I am.

Smiling at him like an idiot and eating dinner with his family.

He's this missing piece that I didn't even know I was missing.

That's what love is, I guess.

I don't really know.

I don't think I will ever know.

But I know I am happy.

And no matter what happens.

If we are happy, sad, fighting, fucking, or whatever.

No matter what happens.

I will always be his fiancé.

Fake or not.

I will be his fill-in whore.

His fill-in housewife.

His fill-in lover.

His scapegoat.

His waste of space.

His daughter's fill-in mother.

Whatever happens, I will be his.

Yeah.

I like that.

"Baby."

I raised my eyebrow at Dom. "Sandro asked you something."

"Sorry, can you repeat it?"

"So my brother didn't find you playing on the playground?"

Oh my god!

I quickly started shaking my head. "No, no, I was doing some knitting, and he, he found me, and I am glad he did."

Really glad he did.

"That's gross," I heard a voice blurt out and it was Min.

"Who knew Dominic was so much of a hopeless romantic? You didn't even treat Lova this good and she was the mother of his child," Sandro's fiancé said, laughing. 

Oh.

She continued. "Who knows, Ryder might be pregnant too and that's why you are treating him so well."

Oh!

"Uh, I am a man?" I don't know why I have to say that.

"I know, I know. I am just saying. Once you give birth to your metaphorical baby, he's going to kick you to the side like Lova."

Why?

Now why would you ever say that?

I.

"That's why you and Sandro broke up," Dominic blurted out and the whole table quickly turned on him, telling him to be quiet and not mention it.

Touchy subject?

I looked over at Dominic, and his face was a little flushed and he tightened his grip on my thigh.

Was he wine drunk?

That's really funny.

I just keep learning more about him.

He is this big guy and can't handle wine.

"Baby, apologize," I said.

"Sorry," he blurted out. "That was a low blow."

I know he didn't mean it but at least he could keep the peace in his family until we left.

"You got him to apologize?"

I looked at Jules. "Yeah? He's a grown man; why is that surprising?"

No answer.

Okay then.

I sipped on my wine more and then poured myself another glass as I continued to eat his mother's delicious food.

Sandro's fiance mumbled a half-ass apology.

"You are my firstborn; you have to marry an Italian girl," his dad said.

What does that have to do with anything?

The conversation was now focused on him and I could tell he had been holding that in for a while.

"Aren't you a firstborn?"

His dad nodded.

"You married some Korean girl in your class who you thought was flirting with you and now you have 5 kids. I don't want to hear anything," Dominic blurted out again.

Oh my god.

We are not going to get invited back.

The whole table started laughing besides his dad.

After lots of wine later and finishing dinner, I was helping Dominic's mom wash dishes.

"You cooked; it would only be nice," I said as I washed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

The whole family was in the living room talking and his mom started to make bowls of ice cream for everyone.

"Where did you grow up, Ryder?"

"Oh, uh, with my parents and my two siblings. I am the oldest so I have been babysitting since the two of them were born."

She nodded as I continued washing the dishes and also sneaking wine out of Dominic's glass because he didn't finish the last of it.

"What drew you to Dominic?"

Okay, it is grill me with questions time.

"I don't know; I like his honest personality and the fact that he is so caring."

"Caring?"

I nodded.

"Well, if you like my son and my son likes you, then I like you," his mom said and I smiled.

"Thank you and thank you for your cooking; it was amazing."

She smiled. "Do you cook for Dominic? I know he's not that good."

"Yes, I try to make home-cooked meals for him, Leo, and Isabella daily."

Her smile grew but she didn't say anything.

I finished Dominic's glass of wine and then the dishes and I shut the dishwasher.

His mom handed me as many bowls of ice as I could carry and she grabbed the rest. "Gio loves this flavor so i always get it for all of us."

Oh, to be in love that long.

We walked to the living room and started handing out ice cream.

I sat down next to Dom with his and mine and his hand immediately wrapped about my waist.

"You need both hands to eat," I said, starting to eat the ice cream.

I finished eating mine very fast, as well as Dominic.

His family continued to bicker as the two of us sat together, cuddled up.

"How have you been feeling today?"

"Pretty good, a little achy here and there but otherwise pretty good."

"You want a massage?"

"Yeah, sure," i said and I laid over his lap a little too quickly.

I felt his fingers start to work magic into my back.

"How are your broken limbs?" I looked up at Luca.

"Hurting as normal."

"Did Dominic do that?"

"Not necessarily," I said.

He nodded.

He looks so much like Dom it is crazy.

I was starting to think he doesn't, but he so does.

I felt Dominic's cold fingers go on my lower back under my shirt and it felt really, really good.

"Hmm. Hmm. I am surprised Dom found someone; he's so rough around the edges," Luca said.

"He is but he's also.." My voice faltered as Dominic dug deeper into my upper back.

"Also?"

"Caring and honest and I like that," I said with a half smile as my eyes tried not to roll back.

Fuck.

He was trying to get something out of me because it felt fucking great.

Holy shit.

"Caring? Dom? I have never heard those in the same sentence."

"Your guy's mom said the same," I said as the caring man made it to my shoulders.

"Because Dominic isn't caring, at least when we grew up he wasn't caring. He was bound to take over Dad's business and he was a good brother but very just."

"Very just what?" Dominic spat.

"Just you.

"What does that mean?"

"You just weren't very caring; you never have been; its just kind of you," Luca said.

"Well, he has been caring to me," I said with a smile. "Well, I guess that's all that matters. You have to put up with him for the rest of your life."

For some reason, forever doesn't sound that scary when its with Dominic.

"Yeah, im glad its him. I'll take care of him when he is old and even more wrinkly," i said and Luca smiled. "Glad its you instead of me."

And the two of us started to laugh. 

We continued to talk about little things as Dominic mumbled illegible things while massaging me.

"Dom said you were majoring in computer science or doing something with that?" i asked and Luca nodded awkwardly.

"I want to do stuff with coding."

"Oh, that's cool; you must be really smart then, because I have heard that's hard."

Dom interjected. "He's in one of the hardest computer science programs in the country."

My face widened. "Really?"

He nodded sheepishly.

"Dad's not happy about the sum he has to pay but I do like the school a lot," he said and I nodded. "Thats really cool."

"Yeah," he nodded. 

"Does Dom-ie give good massages?" I nodded to his mom with a smile as she came to take all of our bowls.

"He does, apparently. Who knew? Do you need help with those?" i asked and she shook her head. "You get your massages; Gio is helping me."

I nodded and she walked off.

Dom's hands go lower and lower as he was back where he started. 

I leaned into his touch with a smile and it felt so fucking good.

Holy shit.

I felt him pull my boxers down just a bit so my ass was peeking out a little bit.

"What are you doing?" I asked him without moving.

"Trying to get to your lower back, there are a lot of tension points there."

"Okay, my masseur, do your work," i said and he continued to go farther and farther.

God, this is bad.

Why am I horny now?

That is so fucking bad.

Fuck, I hate myself for this.

In front of his family.

I'm disappointed. 

I closed my eyes and then opened them again.

Oh, Luca is still here!!

"Why'd you drop out of school?" He asked with a curious look on his face.

Oh.

"Uh, my dad makes good money but not good enough to send me and my two siblings to college, so I dropped out. My siblings are smarter than me and they'll go farther than me," I said with a small smile.

I hope they do.

I really do.

"Weren't you top of your class?" Dominic said.

His voice was different than it had been at the dinner table.

I.

I couldn't figure out what it was.

"You were?" Luca asked.

"Oh yeah, I was."

"And you have a lot of awards for essays as well."

"You do?"

I nodded sheepishly. I do not appreciate Dominic airing out all of my personal information that I didn't even tell him.

"So, it wasn't because your siblings are smarter than you?"

"I mean, they are."

"But you are selling yourself short. You are smart also."

"But they have more potential, end of conversation," I said.

I didn't want to be rude.

But.

They are better.

Maybe not academically.

But they were better in sports.

Track.

Baseball.

They were better in Dad's eyes.

They could do no wrong but I bore the force of his anger for so many years.

They were better people.

Haven't done bad things like I have. 

They could make friends.

Didn't have everyone hating them.

They were better.

They could do better.

"Okay, okay," Luca said with his hands raised. "Well, the world is your oyster or whatever that saying is. Just because you didn't finish high school doesn't mean your life just ends. You don't have to be limited to what everyone tells you too. You could also get your diploma and then go to college. Dom's got money and I'm sure he'd be happy to spend it on you."

"Yep," Dominic said.

I nodded.

I know he would and that's the problem.

I don't have enough to give him or repay him for all of the money.

I really don't.

"Are you guy's spending the night?" Jules asked as she came over to sit infront of us on the floor. 

I sat up and pulled my shirt down.

I cuddled up next to Dominic, who had his hands automatically on my waist. 

"Yeah, we packed a bag because I can't do that drive right now," Dom said with a smile.

"Ryder, you can't drive?"

"I can."

Dom interjected. "Not legally."

Oh, so you are fake.

Jules started laughing. 

"He doesn't want me driving his car, even though I have been driving since I was 15."

"Still with no license," Dom said and I hit him lightly.

"So are you going to share a bed or do you want to sleep in the guest room and Dom in his room?"

"We are going to sleep together," I said and Dominic nodded. "Yes."

Jules smiled at both of us.

A perverted smile.

"Well, you guys have fun now. Glad I'm on the other side of the house," she said, laughing, and Dominic kicked her with his leg. "We aren't doing anything…ryders nurse said no until he can do more stuff on his own."

"And I don't want to force him," Dominic added.

The nurse said, Wait for me to walk up the stairs by myself.

And guess who's walking up the stairs by myself and in the mood for sex?

Me!

"Well, the family's ears will be safe tonight," Jules said and Dominic laughed dryly at her. 

After a while, his family started going to their rooms one by one and we were left alone in the living room.

Just us.

Cuddled up on the big-ass couch, now watching a movie I hadn't even known was on. 

He had his hand still on my hip but now he was playing with my boxer band.

His hands were huge.

I don't think I think about or appreciate them enough but they were big and they were nice.

I didn't know what movie it was but my Dominic was intently watching it.

"You are very handsome," I said and he turned to me.

He squeezed my hip. "Thank you, doll, you are too."

I smiled back at him.

He didn't turn his attention back to the movie.

"Did my massage help or are you still hurting?"

"The massage and the wine helped."

"First time drinking wine?"

I shook my head. "I am not a big drinker but we used to have it with dinner a lot because my mom loves it so it does help me calm down."

"Good, good," he said, patting my hip.

His attention was still on me.

I leaned in and pecked his lips. 

"What was that?" he asked with his eyebrow raised. 

"A kiss," I said and leaned my head on his shoulder and looked at the movie on the tv.

He kissed the side of my face. "You are too fucking cute."

God.

I didn't even know you could love someone this quickly.

Fall so in love this quickly.

I just feel so happy around him.

Dom's attention was now back on the television.

"I hate her; she's just genuinely an insufferable main character."

"She seems fine so far."

"Well, she's not. She's just, ugh. Oh my god, I hate her," Dominic said and I start to laugh.

"I haven't seen the movie so I don't know."

"She has this guy, and he's great; he's rich, he's good-looking, he's nice to her, the whole package, and she picks the bum in the end," Dominic says and starts to aggressively shake his head.

Seeing him like this over a movie was very out of character for him.

"I see," i said and I felt his hands travel down my underwear, and now his hand was resting, still on my hip but under my underwear.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked him.

"You are warm."

Yeah, right.

I slid down and put my head on his lap.

"Is this more comfortable for you?"

I nodded as his hand was still in the same place.

About 30 minutes had gone by and a voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Are you guys still down here?"

I looked up; it was Alessandro or whatever his name was, Sandro's—there we go—fiancé.

"Yeah, just watching the movie Mama put on," Dominic said.

His fiancé nodded.

"Yeah, you guys look…comfy," she said while watching Dominic absolutely fondle me on their couch.

"Yep," I said and paid my attention back to the movie.

"Can I sit with you guys?"

Cockblocker.

"Yeah, sure," Dominic said.

I sat up and went back to his side, cuddling him so she could sit down.

Okay then, just sit next to Dom on the other side then.

I looked over at her.

Way to close for comfort but okay.

Benefit of the doubt here.

She is my whatever-in-law; I don't know.

"What does Isa think of him?" She asked Dom like I wasn't sitting right here.

"She doesn't like it when you call her that."

"Sorry, Isabella, so formal. What does she think of him?"

"Of Ryder?"

"Yeah."

"She likes him and likes his food," dominic said, giving her a half-ass answer.

"Is that it?"

Oh.

Benefit of the doubt.

It's the jealousy blowing this out of proportion.

I'm not jealous.

Benefit of the doubt.

Please.

"There's more things—."

She cut Dom off. "Like what?"

"Hes—."

She cut Dom off again. "A man? He can't be that good at cooking. He looks nothing like Lova; he's young too."

"Are you going to let me answer the question or are you going to answer it?" Dominic spat.

That's what you get, bitch.

Dominic looked over at me as I leaned over into his touch.

He gave me this look I couldn't read and pulled my shirt back.

Bruh, what?

"No need to get snappy; I was just saying what we are all thinking."

"Whose we all? Uh, Isabella likes him because he treats me, treats her well, is kind, caring, and helps her and around the house. And he does cook very well, actually; most of the time it rivals Mamma's. He looks nothing like Lova, but he's really good-looking," Dominic said, skipping around the young part.

"Okay, okay," she said.

Girl, you asked.

Dominic turned to me and pecked my lips.

"Baby, can you get me some water?" He asked and I nodded. 

I stood up and used the couch to slowly walk to the kitchen.

I made it to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out a bottle of water.

I slowly made my way back to the couch and I handed it to him.

The mood was different.

"Sit."

I'm sat, sir.

I sat down next to him but he pushed me so I was on his lap.

I curled up on his lap and he rested his hands on me.

Dominic kissed my neck.

"Are you tired, baby?" he mumbled.

"No." He pinched my side. "Are you tired, baby?" he asked again, this time more sternly.

Oh.

"Yes, Dominic." Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

"Well, if you will excuse us," Dominic said and he stood me up in front of us and left Sandro's fiancé alone in the living room.

Dominic put me over his shoulder and before I knew it, we were in another room.

He put me down.

"She was getting on my nerves and I didn't want you to hear me chewing her out," Dominic said and I nodded. 

"Holy fuck, I haven't been in here in such a long time."

I looked around.

It was a dark blue room with a bunch of trophies and giant photos of young dom.

"Oh, sexy, how old were you in this?" I said, limping over to the giant picture.

"18."

"Holy shit, I would leave you for him."

"You would leave me for me?"

"Yes, look at how fucking hot you are in this," I said.

A tear just ran down my leg.

He was in a basketball jersey and it looked like a media day.

I felt his hands wrap around my waist. "Hey, I'm still hot."

"I'm not saying you aren't; I'm just saying you look very hot in this photo," I said.

He started to laugh as he kissed the side of my face. 

"I am glad you find me attractive."

"I'd be dumb to not," I said.

We waddled over to Dom's bed.

"This is my room I had when I was 18 and all the way up until I moved out. I traded my bigger room with one of my siblings, so here the beauty is," he said as we sat down on his bed.

"It's really nice, very mature."

"The blue was, I don't know, on a whim," he said.

"It's nice," I said as he got back up.

"You want to shower first or do you want me to?" Dominic asked.

"I will; I'll be fast; I don't smell bad," i said and Dominic nodded.

I pushed the bathroom door open and Dom came in with the suitcase.

He put it on the counter and opened it.

He pulled out one of his shirts and boxers and handed it to me. "Here you go, baby boy."

Baby boy.

I nodded. "Thank you," i said and started to take off my clothes and put them in a pile.

I got to my shirt and turned around.

"Out."

"I'm going, I'm going," he said.

He was checking me out.

That sick fuck.

I turned on the water and grabbed all of the things I needed to shower with.

"Why are you still in here?" I snapped.

"What haven't you taken off your shirt?" Dominic said.

"I am waiting for you to leave now; get out so I can shower," I said, putting my hair in a shower cap.

"What's that?"

"Shower cap," I said.

"Can you stand on your own without slipping?"

"I will call you if I can't; now go," I said, pushing him out and shutting the door.

I sighed.

I pulled off my shirt and got in the shower.

Hot water feels really good and thank God there's like a little built-in seat.

I sat down and started to clean myself.

I gulped.

I don't need his acceptance.

I don't.

I don't need it to feel worthy.

To not feel bad about myself.

I.

I don't need him.

Oh god, now I'm crying.

Just like that.

Just because I'm seeing myself like this in the shower.

Trying not to get my limbs wet.

I don't need him.

"Dominic!"

If I don't need him.

Why did I call him?

Why do I need him to feel good about myself?

I don't understand why.

"Are you okay, baby?"

He opened the shower curtain and was now looking at me.

And for some reason it didn't feel so bad.

"Can you get me a towel?" I asked and he nodded.

I rinsed myself off and turned off the water.

He helped me out of the shower and I put the towel around my waist.

"You smell good," he said.

"And you don't, now get in the shower."

After a few back and forths and Dominic's long ass shower, he came back out in boxers and wet hair.

"So," he muttered as he got in bed with me. 

I put my knitting down. "So?" I looked at him.

"What's with the look?" I added.

"Nothing, just happy to be with you," he said and cuddled up next to me like I had been doing this whole day.

I patted his broad, ass shoulders and kissed his head.

"Are you feeling clingy?" I asked.

He nodded. "Very."

"Baby voice clingy, I see," I said.

God, he is so handsome.

So fucking handsome.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie, Dominic," I said.

"I want to have sex with you," he blurted out.

Oh!

"I guess that makes me selfish. Really fucking selfish but holy shit, I have been holding it in and I don't want to do that to you but I just wanted to let you know what I'm feeling," he rambled.

"Oh."

"Yeah, I don't want to—."

"You're not making me uncomfortable; I'm just."

Worried you are looking at me differently.

Looking at my body differently.

This is the heaviest I have ever been and the most insecure, to.

"I'm just. We are at your parents house and I don't want to—."

"Its fine; everyone is sleeping."

"Yeah right, it's like 11 pm."

"Well, my parents are sleeping," Dominic said.

"You have 4 siblings, Dominic; use your brain," I said and he kissed me. "I am and it's telling me that I want to have sex."

He kissed me again.

"Please, baby," he whined.

I rolled my eyes. "Go easy on me, I'm still healing," I mumbled and he smiled and kissed me.

After all that, I just caved so easily.

"I will."

I sadly knew that was a lie.

After 10 minutes of locking doors and windows, Dominic was now back and this time with no boxers on and lotion.

"Lovely," I said and he sat down in front of me on the bed.

I took off my clothes one by one and then stared at him.

"Aren't you a doll?" He said as he started to jerk himself off.

"You're going to hell."

"For what?"

I pushed him. "Don't compliment me and then start touching yourself."

He started laughing. "You make me hard and I don't want to have sex with a limp dick."

"Sweat talker."

"Only for you, baby," he said and kissed me.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him back, but he kissed me again.

"Back up so you can actually fit in," I said, pointing at him.

He slumped back, still jerking himself, and nodded, putting lotion on my fingers.

I put my legs up, being mindful of my broken arm and broken leg.

I slipped one finger in and I felt myself slump back against his bed frame and let out a moan.

"I feel…feel more sensitive than normal," I said as my finger went in and out. 

"Side effect of the drugs?" Dominic asked and I took my glasses off and closed my eyes. "Probably."

I slipped another finger in as I arched my back.

Oh, fuck.

In and out.

In and holy fuck.

I opened my eyes.

"What are you doing?" A blurry Dominic looked at me with a perverted smile. 

His dick was completely hard and he was kissing the side of my face.

"Trying to get my dick sucked," he said, raising his eyebrow.

"In your fucking dreams, back up," I said as I added another finger and kicked him lightly.

"Cock blocker," he said and started to kiss my fucking neck.

Full circle.

"Don't call me that."

"Well, you are being one."

"Just because I won't suck your dick? Fine then, no sex since I'm a cock blocker," I said and pulled my fingers out.

Dominic rolled his eyes. "Baby boy, don't be like that."

I looked at him with an irritated look. "You just called me a cock blocker."

"I didn't mean it, baby, I didn't mean it."

"Why did you say it if you didn't mean it?"

"In the heat of the moment, I just want a blowjob and you don't want to give me one and that's fine; I didn't mean to call you a cock blocker," Dominic explained.

I couldn't even recognize myself.

This crazy shit.

I just couldn't.

"If you want one, then go get it elsewhere."

I felt venom.

I felt anger.

I felt feelings I didn't even recognize.

Dominic sighed and pulled me onto his lap and hugged me.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

I.

He kissed my face all over and then my lips.

"You are not a cock block, I'm sorry," he said and I sighed. "Stop pouting and let's continue, okay?"

I could feel his dick against mine.

I pulled off of him against my better judgment and sat down in front of him, continuing to finger myself. 

"Baby, stop pouting."

"I'm not, I'm…I'm focusing," i mumbled and he started laughing.

I felt myself slump back over as my fingers got deeper and deeper.

Fuck, I feel like I am about to come. 

"Oh fuck," I felt myself mumble.

"Are you about to come?"

I opened my eyes and nodded.

"Okay," Dominic mumbled.

I pull my fingers out.

"Okay now be quiet," Dominic said.

Nah, because why was his dick so goddamn big?

"Did you wear a condom last time?"

"Uh, no, I didn't have any."

"Do you have any now?"

"No. im clean if that's what you are worried about," Dominic said.

I sighed. "Okay."

"Good, now shh, just calm down, and it won't hurt," he said, and he got in front of me. 

He laid me down so I was flat on my back and in this very vulgar position.

"You look so hot like this," he mumbled and started to kiss my chest.

I felt my back arch and little moans start to leave my mouth.

"Fuck," I mumbled.

I felt his fingers start to slip in and I felt myself immediately tense.

He pulled away from my chest and started to kiss the side of my face. "Calm down; you are okay."

"I know, I know," I mumbled slowly.

"Good, now you're okay," he said and I felt his fingers slip out.

I watched as he started to jerk his dick and slap it against my hole.

I felt my legs clamp shut.

"Damn baby, you okay? I haven't even gone in yet," he laughed.

"Yeah, I am," I said and put my legs back down slowly. 

I opened my eyes and he was squinting and looking at me weird.

"Whatever." He mumbled, and i watched as he slowly pressed himself in.

I immediately tensed up.

"Do not shut your fucking legs." Yes, sir.

"Fuck," he mumbled, pushing down on my stomach.

Holy shit.

Holy fuck.

"Dominic!"

His eyes went wide. "Shush, holy shit," he said and covered my mouth.

"It hurts, bitch," I said, biting his hand.

"I know but it will feel good," he said and continued to go deeper. "And you're so fucking tight, fuck, baby."

Oh god.

Oh god.

I feel like I'm about to explode but it feels so fucking good.

All that goddamn wine and the drugs aren't mixing well together.

I'm feeling everything.

Every fucking thing.

"Dominic, fuck, fuck," I mumbled.

"I'm almost there, baby; you are okay," he said.

"Dude, why do I feel like I'm dying?"

"Dude? Don't dude me; I'm your fiancé," Dominic said as he started to laugh.

I could feel the vibrations of his laughter after I felt him completely in me.

"Oh shit."

"Shush, baby," he says slowly as his hips start to slowly thrust into me.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

"Dominic!"

"Shhh, baby, you are okay."

I covered my face with my hands as my chest rose and fell.

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck.

"Why does this feel…" my voice.

I.

"I… I don't remember this ever feeling… this good." My voice went raw in my throat.

Never, ever.

It's bad to compare so fucking bad.

But.

Never.

No matter how many there were.

It never.

Never felt like this.

Felt like Dominic.

He kissed my nose. "Me too."

His thrust got faster and I felt myself start to moan louder.

Dominic smiled and he put one of his hands over my mouth.

"I don't love how loud you are being, though. If we were home alone, this wouldn't be a problem. But especially because we are at my parents house. I need you to be quiet, honey. Stop screaming like I am taking your virginity, the walls are thin," he mumbled in my ear and even though he was telling me to shut my stupid ass up, it just felt.

It felt so hot.

So, oh my god.

He let go of my face and used that hand to put my hands above my head, being careful about my arm, and started to press down on my stomach with the other one; its the robotic one too, which is making me go even crazier.

"Fuck, Dominic." He knew my weak spots.

Just like that.

Just like.

Oh god.

I tried to kick him. "Dominic." 

He was pushing me to my limits but also wanting me to be quiet.

Fuck him.

Fuck.

He was staying firm and just gave me a smirk.

A sexy fucking smirk.

"Dominic, it hurts… it."

Those eyes.

God, those eyes, why are they looking at me like that?

"Hey, you said yes. Say the word and I will stop, but until then, saying it hurts isn't going to stop me."

WHO IS THIS HONEY?

Hello?

I felt my mouth open as all I could do was stare at the FREAK in front of me.

As he continues to look down at me, I feel little moans leave my mouth.

Holy fuck.

Oh my.

"What…what the fuck was in that wine because, oh god, oh my god." He started to laugh with a smile.

What a sexy man!

He let go of me and held onto the headboard and started to thrust into me.

"Fuck, holy fuck." I felt myself actually start to go crazy.

Oh god.

I am feeling all fucking tingly and also like I'm going to pass out but its a good kind of pass out.

Oh.

"You…you are glistening," I said as I felt myself start to laugh.

He is sweating so bad. "I know; I am not used to all this physical activity."

"Good."

"What do you mean, good?" Dominic said, laughing.

"I don't know, you just look hot when you are sweating."

Dominic gave me this weird look and raised his eyebrow.

"Okay bruh, go to hell."

He started to laugh again as I shushed him.

Now he was the one being loud.

He continued to thrust into me, his pace getting more and more sloppy.

Oh god.

It feels good and then it doesn't.

It just.

It feels so good.

But.

But it hurts so bad. 

He gave me another one of his sexy-ass smiles, "You doing okay, Mommy?"

I'm melting, bitch.

I gave him the middle finger as he started to laugh.

Oh god.

I'm about to.

Fuck.

I pushed on his chest.

Pushed as hard as I could.

So he would slow down.

Slow the fuck down.

"Go…go slower." i was out of breath and starting to feel fucking exhausted. "I-im going to cum."

He smirked again.

Oh Lord, have mercy on me.

His pace stayed the same.

No matter how hard I pushed him, he didn't slow down.

He kept thrusting over and over.

Until.

Oh, fuck.

Oh god.

Oh.

I laid my head back as my breathing started to slow down.

And I felt him slow down.

Finally slowed down. 

"You want to stop, Mommy?"

He is taunting me at this point.

Fuckwad. 

"Bitch, you haven't even cum yet."

He gave me this nonchalant shrug.

"That's fine, as long as you are happy, my love."

I rolled my eyes.

"Its fine." I cut him off. "Put me on my side; I want you to cum."

I felt his dick twitch as he pulled out of me. 

"Was that supposed to be sexy?" He asked with his eyebrow raised as he went to go get more lotion.

I sat my ass up. "Fine, bitch, don't cum then."

He laughed and once again gave me that SEXY smile. "I am playing mommy. It was sexy. You are sexy."

I watched as he got back on the bed and jerked his dick and put more lotion on it.

He flipped me over with one hand, over on my side and one leg on top of the other.

"The fact you did that so easily with one hand makes me…" i felt him enter me and i felt me instantly cover my mouth.

"How did you get so fucking tight?" he asked as he cleaned me off with a stray piece of clothing.

He grabbed one of my legs and pulled me towards him.

"I don't know skill?" i said and I watched as he rolled his eyes.

Mood change, hello.

It wasn't playful.

Or it didn't feel like it.

"Probably with all of those rich guys, right?" he said as he thrust into me hard. 

Oh?

I gave him a small smile as I slowly blinked at him.

This is so toxic.

So damn toxic but jealousy is so hot. 

His jealousy is so damn hot. 

I smiled. "You are just another one in the bag, I guess."

I love feeding into his jealousy; it was so fun.

"Stop trying to get under my skin," he said, holding me harder as his breathing got heavier and heavier. 

"Stop being jealous then."

"I'm not jealous," he said and I watched as he licked his teeth with this freaky look on his face. 

"Yeah, fucking right, listen to yourself," I said.

He smiled. "I can't help it."

"So you admitted it?"

"Admitting it right now." He closed his eyes. "When I think about what they...they did to you, it just pisses me off, you know? Pissed me all the fuck off. I wanted to be your first... I want to be your everything. Does that make me pathetic? A sad, selfish, pathetic piece of shit, huh?"

His voice went raw as he opened back up those sexy eyes. "Every time I see you…you naked. You and that body. What they did to your body. Your precious fucking body. It makes me rage. It makes me think about it. Makes my mind race. I never, never want you to go back to that, never have to feel like you go back to it."

His slow thrust continued as he talked. "Even…even…and I'm hoping this never happens... even if one day we aren't together, I don't want you to ever go back to that. Never. I'll...I'll send you money every month for you and your family. I want you to always be safe, even if we aren't together anymore. My priority will always be my daughter and you. I don't care what happens, but I know right now, I want you to always be safe."

No, because why am I crying?

"Oh, doll."

"You're cringe," I said, trying to find something to wipe my tears with.

A pillowcase will have to work.

He kissed my face.

"I didn't mean to be; I just want you to know that I really do care about you, beyond the fake ring and I do want you to be set up for life," he said with these soft eyes.

Being even more cringe.

"Fuck, now my glasses are all dirty," i said and he took them off my face to wipe them.

"I'm close, so we can clean ourselves off after," he said.

The sappy him was gone as his thrust picked up and got faster.

And faster.

Awe, my heart.

My heart can't take this.

Can't take this.

This feeling I'm not used to.

This feeling of love.

Or what feels like it?

It feels so good.

So fucking good. 

He grabbed onto my waist and pinned me too the bed.

Faster.

Faster.

"You're sexy."

"You're so fucking sexy."

"I just want to."

His voice was hoarse.

He was losing steam; I could tell.

"I want to."

Before I knew i felt this feeling, I was so familiar with it but not at the same time.

It felt.

It felt icky like it did all of those times.

But it was him.

It was Dominic.

So I guess it made it okay.

"Baby, we just finished; you can't sleep yet." Holy fuck, I hadn't even noticed myself dozing off.

"Come on, let's go take a bath together and then we can go to bed, okay?"

"Okay," sexy man.

Anything for you.