CAITLIN
"Are you ever going to tell me what you did with Andrew and David?" I asked, taking another spoonful of my ice cream.
Dominic complained about being full but still ordered a choco-cara-nilla sundae with extra toppings. The mere thought of it made me want to gag, so I opted for a simple scoop of vanilla with a drizzle of chocolate sauce. The ice cream was made by an elderly Italian man named Riccardo, and it was the best I had ever tasted.
Besides Dominic's cum.
"Let's just say they're not putting their hands on anyone ever again," he stated, popping a glazed cherry into his mouth. How he managed to stay fit was beyond me.
"Why not?" I asked, crossing my legs beneath me. My underwear was visible to him, but it wasn't as if he hadn't already been inside me.
"Because they don't have any," he said, and I choked on my ice cream.
"Nice!" I high-fived him, and he grinned before grabbing my hand and kissing my palm. I didn't feel a shred of guilt because I was certain they deserved it.
Dominic had done his research and discovered that the two men had been working together to lure women in and prey on them. Charges had been filed previously, but they had been dropped for unknown reasons. Dominic had ensured they would pay for their actions.
"I was glad that you told me instead of trying to handle it on your own in secret," he said, raising his hand defensively. "Not that there's anything wrong with you wanting to deal with it independently, I'm just saying I appreciated that you came to me."
With a shake of my head, I smiled. "It's nice knowing there's someone who cares about me the way you do."
"It's nice having someone to care for." He shrugged and put his spoon in his mouth. Dominic was a provider, a giver, and an unwavering supporter. He didn't push me, and he never forced his emotions on me. He allowed me to move at my own pace, and I was deeply grateful for it.
"Dominic, you're always giving. What happens when I take and take and—"
"That mouth does wonders, angel," he said with a flirtatious smirk. I gasped and gave him a playful hit on the arm.
"I'm not talking about that. Look at this incredible date you planned. Sometimes I push you away, and you step back, but you're still there. You're… really fucking amazing." I spoke honestly. Dominic set his bowl aside and sat up straight, looking at me with a soft expression. For a moment, I felt myself unravel.
"You don't push me away. We're just taking it slow, right?" he asked, and I nodded before taking another bite. I was afraid of becoming too attached, but I had already passed that point. If Dominic walked out of my life, it would devastate me.
"You never take it easy on me," I muttered, wincing as memories of him fucking me flooded my mind.
"Because you like it," Dominic replied, placing his hand on my inner thigh, dangerously close to the lace of my underwear.
"I do," I admitted. "One day, I'm going to tie you up and fuck you, and I'll show you who's boss."
He chuckled. "You're already the boss, angel."
"I am?" I asked with a frown.
"Yes. You decide how far I go, how hard I go. You set the limits and determine what's acceptable. I just follow your lead." He gave my thigh a gentle squeeze.
"I never thought of it that way," I said.
"I'm the one fucking you, but you're in control the entire time," he said softly, leaning forward to give me the gentlest of kisses. The moment his lips touched mine, my mind went blank, and my eyes closed automatically. It was a taste of heaven.
Dominic was making me fall for him, and I couldn't stop myself.
"Will you come home with me?" he asked.
"Yes."
*
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dominic asked the moment we stepped into his home.
Yurik was sitting on the couch in black sweatpants, his bare upper body revealing silver piercings in both nipples and a dragon tattoo along his ribcage.
There was no denying that both brothers were exceptionally attractive.
"I live here," Yurik replied with a shrug. At that moment, Micah strolled into the living room, ruffling his wet, curly hair with a towel. My eyes darted between them, and I scrunched my nose, realizing we had interrupted whatever they had been doing.
I suppose that the debt had been paid.
"Caitlin," Micah gasped upon seeing me, stopping in his tracks. His brown skin— inherited from our father—was covered with visible love bites on his chest and neck.
Yurik rose with a smile and pulled me into a hug, kissing my cheek. "Hi, sweetheart. You look absolutely beautiful." He took my hand and twirled me around. I smiled at the compliment, but Dominic glared at his brother before pulling me protectively against him.
"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself," I said, giving Yurik a soft punch on the shoulder. He clutched his chest in mock surprise and let out an exaggerated "aww."
"Really, Yurik? You couldn't fuck somewhere else?" Dominic scowled, and my head snapped toward him.
"Where else would I go to fuck besides my own home, Domo?" Yurik rolled his eyes, and I laughed. Micah stood there awkwardly, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Is Micah homeless?" Dominic asked bluntly, and my mouth fell open. I often forgot how straightforward he could be.
"You know what? Don't answer that." Dominic raised a hand as Yurik opened his mouth to respond. "Angel, let's leave these two alone." He took my hand and led me toward the back of the house. Behind us, I heard Yurik chuckle, followed by the sound of a towel slapping against skin as Micah hit him.
"You could've told me they were coming," Micah hissed, sounding irritated, but no one seemed to care but him.
"Sorry, my love. Don't be mad at me. Come here," Yurik replied, his voice softening.