OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(112)
Dom pulled me aside. “Sienna, baby. I remember you kind of freaked out before when you thought I was gonna call the cops into this. You okay with them coming now? What was that about, babe?”
I almost laughed. Now that Ronn and Fielding had been effectively shut down, my concern was as nothing. “Ronn had threatened me, that if I ever called the cops around him for anything, that he’d use his special blade on me. All over me. And he had whipped this ugly scary switchblade out of his pocket, and it was curvy and jagged and—”
I couldn’t even get the words out; the memory of the threat still freaked me out, and now that I was describing it, it was like I was living it again. I gestured to the parts of my body that Ronn had run that blade over: my face, breasts, my stomach, my sex. I shuddered, and Dom didn’t need more words.
He held me. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. He can’t get to you now. You know that, right? It’s over. It’s all done. You’re with me, you’re safe, and I’ve got you. No more worries, right, baby?”
God, I loved this man.
Another MC guy had brought along a couple pairs of sweats and stuff for me and Zoe—Pres/Clav’s daughter, I finally learned—to throw on.
She woke up soon after Pres’s arrival and was pretty groggy and freaked-out, but also really happy to see her dad again. She immediately burst into tears, but I was pretty sure they were of the relief variety.
It took like what seemed like forever after the cops and ambulances arrived before we were allowed to leave the scene and go home to Dom’s place. The paramedics treated Dom and Zoe first, then checked me out, too, before turning their attentions to the beaten men in custody.
The cops had wanted full statements from me and Zoe and Dom, which we did to the best of our abilities, but I was nearly passing out from exhaustion and nausea and what soon amounted to a migraine, so Dom promised we’d go into the station soon to give full reports, and he got me out of there as quick as he could.
Once they all heard about my three up-close-and-personal experiences with the Taser, everybody was more than willing to give me leave; apparently, those things are known for packing a serious long-term punch. So, that was excellent news. I had yet more awesomeness from fucking Fielding to look forward to.
But I knew I had Dom, and Dom had my back. I loved him so much, and I was feeling more lucky and grateful than precious and mean about the whole thing.
Everybody assured us that Fielding and Ronn were both going to be going away for a very, very long time, and that all of our actions were clearly in self-defense and called for (even though I knew that, strictly speaking, that wasn’t exactly the way it went down). I think the cops were so disgusted by my story and Zoe’s, that they were happy to turn blind eyes to the little damage we had done to the two porno degenerates and murderers.
Anyway, by the time we finally got back to Dom’s, I was beat. He was beat. We didn’t need any more words between us, anyway. He got us some water and gave me some headache and pain meds, took some himself; then we stripped out of our clothes and climbed into bed for skin-contact comfort, and we slept, wrapped up in each other’s arms.
The next morning I woke up groggy and stiff and hungry and thirsty and generally uncomfortable. But when I opened my eyes and saw Dom’s beautiful face smiling so sweetly and happily at me, none of the rest of it mattered. It all fell away, and I said the only thing that did matter.
“I love you, Dom. I’m way over my head in love with you.”
His smile expanded till it took up his whole face and lit his eyes like beautiful green stars. “Sienna, I love you, just as much and more, right back. And I am never letting you go.”
And morning breath or not, we kissed. And it was the sweetest kiss ever.
Epilogue
Dom
Our breaths meshed and our bodies began to heat up again. In short time, our mutual need for each other was ripping out of control, and we both had our hands and tongues and mouths and fingers and legs and arms and hips all over each other: gripping, pulling, pushing, rubbing, squeezing, molding, licking, sucking, biting, and thrusting. We were like animals, fierce creatures of need and want, until finally I rolled her onto her back, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I nudged my cock to her soaking wet entrance.
“Sienna. Look at me.” Her face was dark and flushed with need and blood and desire; mine had to have been, too.
Our eyes held, and I ran my hands down her arms until I grasped her hands. I lifted them to the sides of our heads, resting her arms against the bed. Locking our fingers together on each side, I thrust myself smoothly inside her slowly, allowing her body once again to adjust to my unusual size. All I was aware of was joining with her, and her eyes, and her hands, and her sweet scent and mine combined, and I wanted more, and I breathed her in more, and I needed her more.