Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

It’s been way too long if an innocent graze of fingers against my butt cheek is enough to have my core tightening.

His whole hand is tattooed. Fingers, the back of the hand, all of it.

Crouched next to each other, we’re closer to the same height. But even like this, he’s taller than me. Wider than me. Bigger than me. And I need to flee. If I spend another moment in his presence, I’m going to melt into a goopy puddle of hormones on the floor. And nobody wants to witness that.

“My mother would kill me if she knew I broke some pretty lady’s bag in the airport and didn’t replace

“She’d also kill me for going through your things, so I’ll let you do the honors.”

Forty-one to my twenty-five. A sixteen-year age gap isn’t too much, is it?

“Life is too short not to lean in, my Valentine.”

His body is firm and warm and… I inhale and almost groan. He smells like sex appeal.

“Something interesting to break up my day. The company of a beautiful woman.”

This is only a moment. I will be happy in another moment.

It’ll be like sitting in front of a giant cheesecake but knowing you aren’t allowed to take a bite.

“Never apologize.” His stern tone has me looking back up. I take in his face, take in his seriousness. “Never?” “Never,” he repeats. “You don’t ever apologize?” “Not ever.” I roll my lips together, considering this. “Why not?” “Because I mean everything I do.”

“Yeah, Valentine. And when you do things with purpose, you have nothing to apologize for.”

“Lovely? Clearly I’m giving you the wrong impression if you think I’m lovely.”

“Keep teasin’ me, see where it gets you.” Pretty please, let it be pinned to his bed.

accept it. Because if anyone thinks I would skip the opportunity to be wrapped in his warmth and scent, they’d be wrong. They’d be so goddamn wrong.

As time passes, I relax into my seat. And as more time passes, Dom lowers, his head sinking until he’s resting his temple against my shoulder. And after a few more minutes, his head gets heavier—with sleep. Because this big, beautiful man just fell asleep against me.

It takes everything in me to stay still. To not flinch. To not grab his hand and shove it away. Or drag it farther between my legs.

My eyes stay on the exposed part of his chest, on the new set of tattoos he’s made visible.

A deep rumble leaves his chest before he reaches out and presses a finger under my chin, bringing my gaze up to meet his. “Go to your seat.”

His fingertip feels like fire against my skin. “Yes, Dom.” I don’t know why I say it. No idea why I say it like that. But the look that crosses his face tells me he liked it. That he liked it a lot.

The trees will start to change in a few weeks, and I can’t help but picture going on a fall-themed date with Dom. Complete with apple cider and scarves and curling up in front of a fireplace.

here. But he answers me anyway. “I need a taste of you, Angel. A taste of whatever you’ll give me.” My eyes immediately jump to the abstract drawing of a pair of boobs on the wall. Dom groans. “Fuck, Valentine, I’d kill for just a kiss. But I’ll taste those too if you let me.”

“Take my cock out, Valentine. You’re fucking drenched and ready for it.”

“But also, if I were a gentleman, I wouldn’t have fucked you in a breastfeeding room, sucking on those big, beautiful titties while you bounced around on my lap.”

him. I’m just not ready to pull Dom into this messed-up crime-family bullshit.

Oh silly girl

I inhale through my nose as Dom ravages my mouth, and I’m assaulted by his scent. With that warm, masculine cologne he wears. And it wraps around me like a blanket. Like I’m home.

But my grandfather stood by the fact that love is stronger than obligation. So, to make up for the lack of family on his side, they decided to have a fuck ton of kids.”

“To good women.” His voice is low. “To leaning in,” I reply.

“Say I do, Valentine.”

Ohhh he doesn’t!!!!!!

“Fuck,” Dom growls. “You’re making this hard.”

Ummmm…….did you get her drunk to marry her to use her against her brother?…because you said this not me…

The ring on my wedding ring finger.

“Oh my god!” I say louder this time. Because I’m married. I’m married to Dominic.

His juicy thighs are fucking tattooed.

“Don’t do that. We might have rushed the process. Or skipped most of the process altogether. But we know each other. Tell me we don’t.”

“A marriage makes you family.” My poor lonely heart squeezes so hard it almost pops.

“I’m not marrying a wife this fucking sexy and then letting her live six hours away.”

“Because you begging me for more is my breaking point. And I want to bury my cock in this sweet little pussy right now.”

“Husband, please.” His whole body shudders, and he tips his head back into my hand. “Wife,” he growls, then presses his lips back against mine.

“Come on this cock. Show me what a good little wife you can be. Show me how I make you feel.”

“But if a time comes that we aren’t able to make things work, I won’t ever leave you to fend for yourself. This is a partnership, and whether you love me or hate me, I’ll always protect you.”

“Afternoon,” Dom greets the guard way too calmly. “We’re here to see King.”

Umm how did you know? I mean I guess you would have background checked her right away

As I say it, I don’t remember if I’ve ever used King’s name in front of Dom before. But he just asked for King by name, so I must have.

“Shorty.” Dom lifts our joined hands and brushes a kiss across my knuckles. “I can handle your brother.”

But it’s everything else about King that worries me. Because you’d need an army to go against The Alliance. And I doubt a businessman from Chicago has one on hand.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

“Don’t raise your voice around my wife.” Dominic’s tone is cold. Ice to King’s fire.

“You bring Dom Fucking Gonzalez, the head of the Chicago mafia, into my home, and you don’t want me to be mad?”

“Tell me he’s lying. Tell me you didn’t marry this piece of shit.”

Head of the Chicago mafia.