Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask

Chapter 399: Chapter 183 Penthouse Queen

Gemma’s POV

I couldn’t suppress my amusement watching Dominic struggle with my evening gown, his skilled hands that could disassemble weapons with deadly precision now fumbling helplessly against the intricate couture. Though I suspected this powerful Thorne family capo was deliberately prolonging his exploration of my body, I finally took mercy on him and lifted my left arm, indicating the concealed clasp hidden within the designer seam.

His emerald eyes sparked with that familiar predatory gleam as his lips curved into a victorious smirk. With calculated slowness, he drew the clasp downward, his intense gaze holding mine captive. Once freed, his warm palms found my shoulders, sliding the silk straps down my arms with reverent care. The expensive fabric whispered against my skin as it descended, pooling like liquid moonlight around my feet.

Dominic stepped back, his gaze devouring the sight of me standing before him in our heavily fortified penthouse. ”My queen, you’re the most exquisite woman in this entire blood-soaked city,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Though I’d heard similar declarations from this dangerous man countless times, tonight felt different. The worship in his eyes made me feel like royalty in his violent kingdom. He closed the distance between us, gathering me against his solid chest before laying me gently on our silk-draped bed. His body, still clothed in his tailored suit that concealed multiple weapons, pressed against my bare skin as his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that tasted of whiskey and danger.

His exploration was methodical and unhurried, like a man who owned all the time in the world because he controlled every street corner in this territory. His kisses mapped every curve of my body with the same precision he used to plan his family operations. He moved with deliberate intent, alternating between gentle bites and feather-soft caresses that left me trembling with need. When his attention focused on my breasts, I arched toward him instinctively, craving more of his touch.

His heated mouth closed over one sensitive peak, drawing it between his lips and pulling a deep sound of pleasure from my throat. The sensation of his tongue circling the hardened tip before moving to lavish identical attention on its twin was divine torment. He continued this exquisite assault, alternating between them until I was writhing beneath him, my skin burning wherever his mouth made contact.

”Dominic... please... I need...” The words dissolved into breathless moans as overwhelming sensation clouded my thoughts.

”What do you need, my queen?” His voice carried dark amusement as he trailed kisses down my stomach. With firm pressure, he guided me onto my stomach and began placing heated kisses along the curve of my lower back, intensifying my desperate hunger for him.

”I need you inside me,” I managed to gasp against the pillow.

”I’m right here with you,” he teased, his hands sliding down to remove my delicate undergarments with torturous slowness.

”Inside me, Dominic,” I clarified, feeling his warm breath against my most intimate place as he pressed kisses to the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

”Let me see how much you need me.” His fingers found my center, stroking my most sensitive spot with expert skill that drew a long moan from deep within me. ”Yes... I can feel how badly you want me,” he concluded before replacing his fingers with his tongue, simultaneously sliding multiple fingers deep inside me.

The dual sensation sent lightning through my body, drawing a cry from my lips. As he continued his sensual torment, I found myself moving against his mouth, unable to control my responses. My reactions seemed to awaken something primal in him - his groans vibrated against my flesh as he consumed me with increasing hunger. When my release finally crashed over me, he accepted everything I gave him, his tongue continuing its worship until the last wave subsided.

While I lay recovering my breath, still positioned on my stomach, I heard the rustle of expensive fabric as Dominic hastily shed his clothing. The mattress dipped as he positioned himself above me, his powerful frame covering mine.

”Lift yourself for me, my queen,” he whispered, his voice rough with the same desperate need I’d felt moments before.

I complied, raising myself onto my knees while keeping my head nestled against the silk pillow. Dominic’s hands steadied me as he adjusted my position. Gripping my hips possessively, he covered my body with his and entered me in one smooth thrust, reaching depths that made me gasp with pleasure. He remained perfectly still for several heartbeats. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him with eyes closed, dark hair tousled, hands gripping my hips like he was fighting for control over his own fierce nature.

When he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before pushing back deep, the sensation was perfection. We quickly found our rhythm, his powerful movements meeting my backward motions as I pressed against him, reveling in our complete connection. Our pace increased, his fingers pressing into my flesh as he pulled me against him with growing urgency.

In the midst of our passionate intensity, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as one hand slipped beneath me to find my already sensitized center. His skilled fingers worked the swollen flesh, sending me spiraling toward another peak. The dual stimulation of his fingers at my core while his hardness moved forcefully within me was overwhelming. I shattered around him, calling his name, my inner walls clenching rhythmically and drawing him even deeper.

”My queen, I can’t hold back anymore,” Dominic groaned against my ear. Moments later, I felt him tense as his release pulsed inside me in powerful waves. His deep growl of completion echoed through our secured bedroom as he filled me completely.

Afterward, he carefully withdrew and collapsed beside me, our breathing gradually synchronizing in the quiet room. He pulled me into the protective circle of his arms, pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head.

”My queen, you’re absolutely incredible,” he murmured against my hair.

I smiled against his chest, surrendering to the deep satisfaction of knowing we completed each other so perfectly - a mafia capo and his queen, bound by passion and blood oaths.