Dominic (Made Men Book 8)

by Sarah Brianne

  “No, I won’t.” Dominic made an oath to her right then and there. “Just imagine, Maria … you can do and be anything you want with me.”

  Holding her breath, she could see just how truthful he was behind his hazel eyes. “Ring size, six.”

  Thirty-Nine

  An Impossible Man To Seduce

  “You told me you wanted to go to the bar here, Maria,” Dominic warned her in a guttural voice, in an effort to let her know she still wasn’t going to get her way as they made it to her door.

  “We are.” Maria pulled out her phone from her clutch to unlock the door. “I just need to freshen up first.”

  “Uh-huh.” Clearly, he didn’t believe her. And it was probably for good reason.

  While Maria did have a much better drinking spot here at the Casino Hotel, she planned to woo Dominic into her bed.

  Who could blame her? Dominic is hot AF.

  Smiling, Maria opened the door, and they both went inside.

  “I’ll wait here,” he informed her, going to the living room.

  Maria gave him a sultry smile. “You can come wait up in my room, if you’d like?”

  “Not a chance, princess,” he said, showing his dimples while he took a seat in a big velvet chair.

  Maria huffed out a long, exasperated breath. “You’re an impossible man to seduce, Dominic Luciano, I hope you know that.”

  “Well, maybe”—Dom sat back lazily in the chair, spreading his arms over the arms of the chair, making himself comfortable—“you’re not trying hard enough, Maria Caruso.”

  She thought she was dreaming for a second, about to wave the white flag of trying to seduce him. That sensual look Dom was giving her told her otherwise—Dominic clearly enjoyed her endless teasing, and he didn’t want it to stop. If he thought she wasn’t trying hard enough, he was in for her world of pain.

  Maria sashayed over to him until just a foot away. Lifting her leg, she placed the toe of her stiletto on his lower abdomen, making the pointy heel hover over his dick, all while she balanced on the other thin nude heel. “Scared?” she asked with an arched brow.

  “No, I trust you.” Dominic took his hand off the arm of the chair to let his palm wander up and down her long, silky leg that went on for days. Leaning down, he then placed a kiss on her inner thigh. “And you wouldn’t dare, princess,” he said with a smile.

  That was true. There was no way she would hurt the one part of him she wanted the most.

  Dom slid his hand from her upper thigh, down the length of her leg, until he reached her heel. Maria stared at him curiously as he admired her feet in her shoes, before he grabbed her heel with one hand so it couldn’t puncture him as he brought her leg closer with the other. The tight grip he had on her kept her from falling while she perfectly balanced on one stilettoed foot.

  Leaning forward again, his eyes went to the nice, little view he had with the rising hem of her dress. Keeping his eyes on her see-through, nude, lacy thong, he kissed her inner thigh. “I know you didn’t mean it”—Dominic gripped her thigh tighter—“when you told me your ring size, but I know I’m getting you to think about it, princess.” He kissed her thigh even higher, his face closer to her pretty, little pussy. “How much longer do you think you’re going to be able to last?”

  Those little kisses almost caused Maria’s head to fall back.

  “You mean, how much longer are you going to be able to last?”

  Dom licked the silky flesh in one, long stroke before he pulled away with a smile.

  Crying internally when his lips left her thigh and he didn’t continue, she leaned forward, placing one knee beside his thigh and lifted the other until she straddled his lap. It wasn’t Maria who kissed him first; it was Dom who took her pouty lips as hostage.

  Kissing Dominic felt like getting burned—it hurt to kiss him—but it only hurt worse pulling away from the flames. It was better to deal with the initial shock of pain until you got used to it. Controlling the flames hurt a hell of a lot less than being burned alive.

  Dom slipped his hands under her dress and up her thigh to her ass, bringing the tight hem up to her lower waist, completely revealing her thin thong that concealed absolutely nothing. Taking his bottom lip to suck between two teeth, Maria found herself begging when her exposed ass cheeks were gripped tightly in each of his hands. “Please ….”

  “Please, what?” Dom asked, wanting her to continue to beg.

  Not only did Maria’s body cry, but so did her voice, needing him to take the pain away. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

  “I’m still not going to fuck you, princess.”

  When he took his hands off her ass, she thought he was going to stop them from continuing, but he placed his hand at the bottom of her neck, craning her neck upward to him.

  Dominic placed a possessive kiss on her lips. “But I’ll give you a taste.”

  Maria’s next thought was utter bliss when she felt his other hand cover her pussy. Dominic began by petting her softly through the thin material until he slid his thumb under the lace to find her throbbing button. She laid her head on Dom’s shoulder at the relief he was giving her, as he rubbed her in a motion that soothed the tingling while at the same time built the flame higher.

  With one little finger, Dom was wrecking her resolve to be the seducer, becoming the seduced instead. When another finger slid inside her thong, she hissed a plea for, “More!”

  “Here?” he asked with a smile, knowing damn well where.

  Her nails bit into the arms of the chair to keep herself from tearing him to shreds at the overwhelming lust that was setting her pussy on fire, deepening when Dominic’s other hand went to the heel of her shoe, spreading her thighs wider and higher. Twisting and turning as his fingers moved slickly over her had her reaching down to flick her tongue out to taste the side of his neck.

  Her hips began pumping back hard and fast against the fingers that were plowing through her pussy. Dominic was making her hot as fuck. The ice princess was melting into a puddle, and all it took were two fingers in the right area to have her panting for more. “Dom …”

  “Come for me, princess.”

  Four words and Maria began shuddering in an orgasm, ensnaring her in a web that she didn’t want to escape. Taking several hot breaths, Maria kissed Dominic softly, thanking him before massaging her tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it.

  My turn.

  Maria’s heated gaze stayed on him as she went to his jeans and started to lower herself. His tatted finger went to her chin, stopping her from moving.

  “You don’t want me to repay the favor?” she asked breathlessly, wetting her own bottom lip.

  Dom kept his finger in place. “No, princess.”

  “But I want to.” She went to lower herself again, practically imagining him in her mouth, but Dom held in her place.

  “Thank you for the offer—” He gave her pouting lips a kiss. “—but I don’t want you touching me till after we’re married.”

  “Why?” It didn’t seem very fair that he couldn’t get any relief.

  His hazel gaze was unyielding. “I told you, princess. I’m not going to taint you.”

  Maria no longer fought him, resting her head on his forehead. She wanted to tell him that he could never give her his sins, that he wasn’t saving her or keeping her soul from going to hell by letting her touch him. It would be impossible, because even though he didn’t think of himself as pure, Maria could see that he was. He was kind, good, and true, and because of those exact characteristics she knew it was pointless to try to change his mind.

  Admitting defeat, she needed a distraction before he drove her insane with need. If not, she was in for one hell of a long night.

  “So”—Maria took one last, long, calming breath to bring her temperature back down—“do you still want that drink?”

  Forty

  It’s A Trap

  “Maria, something tells me I’m not supposed to see what’s behind that door.” Do
minic’s jaw flexed, wondering why the fuck he stupidly got off the elevator with her on the basement floor. And if that wasn’t suicidal enough, he fucking allowed himself to walk beside her as they went down a long, creepy hallway to a suspicious door.

  She’s not going to be happy until her ass gets me killed.

  Maria had to knock on the door twice, making it even more fucking clear to him that I’m not supposed to be here!

  The door opened a small crack as one of Dante’s men exited to block the door, crossing his arms, physically telling them they weren’t welcome. Well, one of them wasn’t.

  This shit isn’t worth—

  “Come on.” Maria stared up at the bastard like he was dumb. “Do you really think your boss doesn’t know who his own daughter is dating?”

  Dominic’s hand melted in hers. He liked the way those words sounded leaving her lips, making it all worth it. But then she ripped her hand from his.

  “Fine.” Maria opened her clutch. “I’m sure Dante would love to be bothered at this hour.” As she unlocked her phone, the guard remained stoic, seeming call her bluff ….

  Maria, think of something quick, he encouraged via telepathy, which they obviously didn’t share, because he knew damn well she wasn’t calling her father.

  Watching her work the situation, all Dom knew was that Maria Caruso was everything he ever dreamed of—in a wet one or a romantic one—but she was going to be the death of him. He was sure of it. Never in his life had he ever tried to be more respectful to a woman, only for her to want pure, unadulterated sex. The woman was a sex-deprived lioness on the hunt for his dick, and all he wanted was a little ring on her finger to allow him to sleep at night with his morals intact, then wake up to her every day for the rest of his life. What was so wrong with that? Was that shit not romantic? Because it sure as hell felt romantic to him, but clearly not to the only goddamn woman on the planet who didn’t have a romantic bone in her body.

  Maria’s version of romance was straight out of a porno, and while that was fucking great for him, it was only great after they were married. He could only turn down a woman like Maria so many times. Soon he was going to be the one that fucking broke.

  Pressing his earpiece closer to his ear, the Caruso goon gave a nod and his okay, then opened the door for them.

  Taking an internal sigh of relief that Maria’s bluff wasn’t called, Dominic wondered who or what had made him open the door.

  His sigh was short-lived, since he only had more problems coming.

  Dominic tried to keep his face impassive at the sight of an underground, illegal casino, but that all went to hell at the sight of the lingerie-clad women everywhere, serving the men playing at the tables.

  “Maria”—Dominic took a long, hard swallow—“I don’t want to be here.”

  “Oh please.” She started dragging him into the dark place that smelled of cigars, booze, and women. “I’m not going to let my father hurt you.”

  Snapping his eyes to the floor, his voice snapped along with it. “I’m not worried about your father! I’m worried about you shoving a fucking heel into my neck!”

  “Why would I do that?”

  It’s a trap. This is a motherfucking, goddamn trap, and he had let Maria walk him right into it—a strip club with his significant other, no less. Only, he wasn’t with just any significant other; he was with Maria fucking shove-a-heel-into-your-neck-but-it’s-okay-’cause-I’m-pretty Caruso.

  He didn’t know whether he was supposed to acknowledge the half-naked women, or if he was supposed to pretend they weren’t there. Contemplating which option wouldn’t end in blood, he kept his mouth shut, letting her death grip on his hand lead him to an empty table.

  This is a lose-lose situation, boys, he internally spoke to all men out there who might somehow be listening in for advice on what to do in this situation, because he just had to be the first to sail through these rocky waters—especially with a psychotic blonde who would have no problem killing a man in his sleep.

  Hand to God, he didn’t want to look at another woman besides her, either clothed or unclothed. Maria was far fucking enough for him to handle … in every department, looks, brains, personality. She ticked all his boxes except for one—the box that said she didn’t want to see him dead, because clearly she did.

  Either way, this was a fucking test to see how he’d react around other women, and she could play dumb all she wanted, but Dominic couldn’t help wondering why he couldn’t have fallen in love with someone “normal.”

  A normal woman would have tested him with the standard, “Hey, honey, do you think she’s pretty?” Even the most moronic of men could answer that question correctly.

  Throwing the man who repeatedly proposed to her into a room full of half-naked women was a new level of crazy. Even the fucking Pope wouldn’t be able to keep from looking. He’d bet the straightest woman alive would be looking! Only a blind man would survive this situation, and Dom wasn’t fucking blind.

  He kept his eyes to the ground, blindly being led to the table, and had already felt three sets of breasts touch him in passing.

  Sitting at an empty table next to Maria, he saw the dealer on the other side of the table was also wearing something scandalous.

  “I’ll take care of the table; you go on break,” a woman told the dealer from behind.

  Watching the first dealer leave, the woman behind her came into focu—

  Holy Mother of God! I am going to die tonight, aren’t I?

  “Hey, buttercup.” A woman with the biggest set of tits looked sweetly at Maria, picking up the deck of cards on the table. She began to shuffle at the speed of light as her eyes went to him. “And who is this you have with you?”

  “This is Dominic.” Maria glanced over at him with a smile. “Dominic, this is Sadie. She’s a pit boss, but for me, she makes the return back to dealing.”

  Eyes, keep your eyes up! Dom gave the woman a brief nod.

  “So”—Sadie gave Dominic a good once-over—“who is this? Mr. Prada or Mr. Choo?”

  Obviously that was an inside joke between the two, but Dominic pretty much understood the reference, even though he wished he hadn’t.

  “I don’t know. Which one do you think?”

  Both women stared at him, trying to figure out which designer he reminded them of the most, while Maria didn’t seem to mind that Sadie had mentioned Kayne in code name.

  “I don’t think either,” Sadie finally concluded. “He’s a red bottom man if I’ve ever seen one.”

  “You’re right,” Maria agreed, staring at him like he was a piece of meat. “He’s definitely Mr. Louboutin.”

  Even though Dominic got it that Christian Louboutin was at the top of the shoe pyramid, and while he appreciated the comment, he was starting to feel a little warm in here.

  Fuck, am I sweating?

  “Cherry, I need some limes, a shot of tequila, and”—Sadie looked at Dom—“what would you lik—”

  “Water.”

  Sadie gave him a pitiful look. “Make it two shots of tequila and two waters, Cherry.”

  With the woman going off and Sadie finishing shuffling, Dominic pulled out his money clip from his back pocket.

  “I got this.” Maria placed her hand over his, stopping him from pulling it out. “We’ll split a thousand, Sadie, and put it on my father’s tab.”

  “Absolutely no—”

  Maria snatched the money clip full of cash and tossed it into her clutch before laying it back down on the table.

  You’re going to get me ki—

  “You got it, babe.” Sadie extracted the chips, placing five hundred worth in front of each of them.

  You both are going to get me killed. Dominic glared at Maria, not touching the chips.

  “You worry too much,” Maria told him, putting a fifty dollar chip in the circle for him after doing hers. “I never lose at blackjack. By the time we leave, you’ll be able to buy me whatever ring I want.”

  Giving her thi
gh a squeeze under the table, Dom was a weak man when it came to this woman. He knew he had D-U-M-B-A-S-S spelled out on his forehead, but he couldn’t help feeling his heart swell when she talked about a ring, even though he knew she wasn’t serious. Maria from a week ago wouldn’t have been able to joke about something like that.

  “Ring?” Sadie asked, dealing out the cards.

  “Dominic asked me to marry him,” Maria told her the information freely, like it wasn’t a big deal.

  “Several times, actually,” he added at his own expense, wanting to remind his blonde seductress.

  “Ah, so he’s got body and brains,” the pit boss complimented, not so much to him but to Maria. “I knew it would take a hell of a man to snatch you up, Maria, but damn ….”

  “Oh, we’re not getting married,” Maria told her as she tapped the table to hit her fifteen against Sadie’s three.

  Giving her another card, which was a measly two, they continued to speak like he wasn’t fucking here. “You turned him down?”

  Again, Dominic was the one to answer. “Several times, actually.”

  Maria and Sadie gave slight chuckles as their waitress came back.

  Cherry stood between them, setting their drinks down. Dom didn’t like the way the woman rubbed her breasts on his shoulder as she set them down, so he moved slightly to the side, out of her reach, to give her the hint, and even though he kept his face to his cards, he could feel her lingering stare.

  Reading the room, Dominic understood that was probably the norm around here. They needed their tips and to feed their families, but if she did it again after his silent warning, he would call the woman ou—

  “He ain’t here for you or any other bitch I got working here,” Sadie hissed, scolding the woman and making it clear not only to Cherry but to anyone else who looked at him or rubbed up on him in passing. “You will bring them their drinks, and that’s it. I will slap the shit out of you if I see you touch or continue to stare at Maria’s man like that again.”