-Blake-
Skin pressed against one another. A shared warmth between us. Movement as one.
She was under me, strangely submissive in contrast to her normal dominance, our tongues dancing, bodies following one step at a time, in rhythm with the beats of our hearts which pound against each other.
I clasp one of my hands with one of her own while my other travels down her strong, gorgeous, figure, longing to open all the secrets it held. To dig deeper into what she had to offer. My ears perking at the soft sound she lets out. I smile and place my head into her neck, getting as close as I could to her. She was intoxicating, forcing my body on a drive. To be apart of her was as divine as what I imagine heaven to be.
And together we reach our climax.
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I woke up to a gentle breeze, colder than I had been a few hours before, much colder.
I looked to my left, expecting to find Dominic there, where her bear back was pressed against my chest before we fell asleep, but it wasn't.
I yawned and sat up on the bed, keeping the covers on my body that had yet to be clothed which told me what happened last night wasn't a dream. I grinned. This wasn't the first time but it was the best. The thrill she gave me. Fuck. I was addicted.
After showering and cleaning up, I looked around the room we had slept in, her room. Unlike her old one, this room was very modern and sleek, aesthetically pleasing to look at. Staying in this room alone gave me a feeling of calm. Colours of white with accents of silver. It was almost as beautiful as the one who slept in it.
And now it was time to find her.
I walked out of the room a confident man, nothing could possibly ruin my day.
I got down to the kitchen where I finally see her. Dominic was standing by, making food with a certain glow radiating from her which made me unable to pull my attention away from her. Maybe it was all the time we had spent apart, I don't know, but I didn't care.
I walked up behind her, pulling her waist closer to me gently before kissing her shoulder which had been exposed by her off the shoulder shirt. "Morning beautiful," I greeted.
"Morning to you too sleepyhead," she replied with a smile which made me roll my eyes playfully while swaying us side to side.
"What do you mean, 'sleepyhead'? It's 9 am, it's not late. In fact, I'm upset that I didn't wake up with you next to me this morning."
She chuckled before gently pulling away to grab something. "Well, I'm sorry for waking up at 4 am regularly." My eyes widened.
"4 am? We only slept at 2! You've hardly gotten the chance to sleep!"
"I've got insomnia," she starts which shuts me up. She walks up to me afterwards and flicks my forehead which makes me flinch and her smile. "Don't furrow your eyebrows, you'll get wrinkles. Besides, the two hours I've had tonight were the best two hours in a long time." She then kisses where she flicked and pulled away.
"So what have you been doing since 4?" I asked but really it was then when I examed her face properly.
"I work out for two hours, have a shower, do some work-" The rest is drowned out in my head. There were dark circles under her eyes, she had wrinkles of her own on her forehead and under eyes, not to mention her scarring still present from all those years back. It didn't make her any less beautiful to me though.
"Well, next time, wake me up too. I could use a training session from you from time to time." She smirked at me,
"Who said you were staying here?" She burst out laughing once seeing my face drop which made me shove her lightly.
"You two seem to be having fun." We both turn to Jake who hops into the kitchen with a grin. "Breakfast?" He then motions to the food already spread on the table.
Dominic nods at him and tells him that Xavier, Arthur and William should be here any minute and that we were going to have breakfast together with them. To think I hadn't seen them in ten years is amazing. Even the small amount I had seen of Xavier the day before didn't really hit me as hard as it did now with this realisation. I could hardly believe that I spend almost all of my 20's in a prison cell.
"Oh yeah," Jake then says when I go back to listening to their conversation again, "You never really got round to telling us how you were able to get this house, sweetheart,"
"Well, I couldn't just carry on living in the home we had torn apart now could I?" Dominic replies casually and he grinned.
"Of course of course, and that definitely explains how you can afford a mansion." He throws a piece of bread in his mouth and leans on the kitchen counter to get closer to Dominic's face. Dominic's stance didn't falter though, she looked right back into his eyes with a smug look of her own, head high, spine straight. Almost intimidatingly. But before their staring went on for too long,
The intercom was rung.
Dominic's smug look didn't leave her face as she walked around the table and towards the door. As soon as she left the room Jake turned to watch her whilst walking to stand next to me. "You don't think she's hiding anything from us?"
I didn't reply straight away. I hadn't really thought about it and was comfortable that way, forgetting the lives we had previously lived and how that could possibly affect us now. Dominic was released six years before we were and I had no idea what she had been doing during that time. What she's doing now.
"I don't know."
After that, the rest of the guys started walking into the room so we decided to put the conversation behind us. We had breakfast which was a hell of a lot better than anything they gave us in prison. Waffles, pancakes, eggs and everything else just tasting heavenly.
Around an hour later we were all in the living room, Arthur and William casually filling us in on what we had missed in all of these years, that they were actually married now... to each other.
"WHAT?!"
A rumble of laughter came out of Dominic who was sat next to me and as shocked as I was to the news, she instantly distracted me from it.
"You knew, D?!" Zack, who seemed the most frazzled, asked and as she was going to answer, I was tapped on the shoulder. I looked back to see Xavier standing and motioning me to follow him so I stood, unwrapping my arm from Dominic's waist, and followed him.
He didn't say anything until we got to Dominic's work out room, to say it was big was an understatement, it was huge, a gym of itself but I paid attention to Xavier instead. "What's up, man?" I asked while his back was faced to me. Suddenly the whole atmosphere seemed thick and tense. His aura was dark and dangerous. When he turned to me, he looked down at me with eyes that almost told me he was disgusted in me.
"Blake, I don't approve of your relationship with Dominic."
My fists curled but although anger started to surface, I told myself to be calm. Xavier cares for her like a father would his daughter, I had to hear him out.
"Why? What have I done?"
He took a step towards me, threateningly. I didn't let it show but fear had started to creep in, his presence was huge and I felt like an insect from under him.
"It's not what you've done. It's that you're not enough."
I furrowed my eyebrows. Taking a step back.
"What the fuck are you talking about-?"
"-I've fucked her, Blake."
I stopped breathing once those words were said. No. Betrayal waved down my body. Eyes stinging.
"Her body is so fucking sexy, she's so well experienced too, submitting to me perfectly, I was able to be as rough as I fucking wanted and her taste..." I watched murderously as he rubbed his lips, "so sweet."
Teeth gritting, body aching, I swung at him.
I had contact. The punch knocked his face to the side, lip busted but... he chuckled.
"What's so fucking funny?"
"This is it." He starts which makes me look at him with confusion but my anger is not forgotten, I'm ready to punch him again if anything bad comes out of his sick mouth.
"You know you're not enough. You're insecure enough to believe me just like that," He leaned his face down right next to my ear and whispered the rest, "to be unsure whether what I said was the truth or a lie." He leaned back and looked at me with a smirk.
"You know I could fuck her if I wanted to. For all you know, I have many times."
"Enough!"
"Your jealousy! If you were a man worthy of her, you wouldn't get jealous at all! No one approves of you!"
I wanted to punch him again but... I couldn't. I couldn't because
It was true.
I looked down, my pride completely broken and torn apart. He was right. I was nothing. I was weak.
"But,"
He started, putting a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to look up into his eyes again, eyes that now held determination and strength.
"I'm going to make you enough."