Chapter 233: Chapter 17 Sweet Torture

Dominic’s POV

After spending several days convincing Gemma to give me a chance, she finally agreed to have lunch with me and handed over her phone number. My heart soared with the kind of satisfaction that came from claiming territory. But naturally Zoe had to ruin my usual coffee meetup with Gemma by scheduling some pointless meeting with the family’s money laundering contacts.

I promised to video call her that evening. The moment I walked through the reinforced steel doors of my penthouse, anticipation coursed through my veins like adrenaline before a hit. I took a quick shower and deliberately threw on nothing but my boxers, planning to drive her wild. But the joke was on me when she appeared on screen wearing what could barely be called sleepwear. The sheer fabric clung to every dangerous curve of her incredible body, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Seeing her like that broke something inside me. Raw desire consumed every rational thought, the same way bloodlust took over during family business. If she wanted to play games with a Capo, she would have to deal with what she unleashed. But Gemma surprised me yet again. She was magnetic, responsive, completely uninhibited. Watching her through that screen was pure torture and ecstasy combined. I had never experienced anything so intensely erotic, not even with the high-end escorts who frequented our underground clubs.

After we ended the call, I had to take care of myself again before jumping into an ice cold shower. My body refused to calm down like it did after eliminating a threat. I could have stayed on that video call until sunrise, but I did not want to overwhelm her. Plus she looked exhausted from those brutal shifts at the store in our protected territory.

She had mentioned graduating with a business degree, so I offered her a position at Zenith Systems, my money laundering front. She shot me down immediately. Always worried about keeping things separate, maintaining boundaries. But I would find another way to pull her deeper into my world.

We made plans for me to pick her up after work the next day. I arrived early in my armored car and waited outside the store, watching for her to emerge while scanning for any rival family surveillance. When I drove her home, we got into a small fight about the designer dress and imported Italian heels I had purchased for her. Eventually she accepted them, but not without reminding me that I would not be the one removing them later. Just friends with benefits, she insisted. She leaned over and kissed my cheek so innocently before getting out. My entire body burned for her with the same intensity I felt before executing family justice, but I forced myself to stay in control. Getting her to accept the dress had been difficult enough.

The following evening we were finally going out with my crew, meeting somewhere other than that damn mall in our territory. Anxiety twisted in my stomach as I parked outside her house, the same feeling I got before a major operation. I sent a quick text announcing my arrival, then got out and leaned against the bulletproof car.

When she walked through that gate, my jaw practically hit the pavement. Gemma was the most breathtaking woman who had ever existed. The golden fabric made her dark skin glow like she was lit from within by something divine. Her hair fell in perfect waves down her back. Those endless legs looked even more incredible in those sky high heels. She was not just beautiful, she was absolutely flawless.

"You look incredible," I managed to say before greeting her with kisses on both cheeks, the traditional way we showed respect in the family.

"Thank you, Dominic. You clean up pretty well yourself."

I noticed her smile disappear as she glanced across the street. Following her gaze, I spotted a black sedan parked in the shadows, but could not make out who was inside. The change in her demeanor was immediate and concerning. My hand instinctively moved toward the gun tucked under my jacket.

"What is it, Gemma? Do you recognize that car?"

"Dominic, we should go." She slid into my car quickly, immediately pulling out her phone to type a message.

"Everything alright?" I asked while starting the engine, my eyes still fixed on the suspicious vehicle. In my line of work, parked cars meant surveillance or worse.

"Just texting my mom about a suspicious car near the house. She is going to call the police."

"We can go back if you want. Stay with your mom until this gets sorted out." My voice carried the edge it got when I was preparing for violence.

"No need. Her boyfriend is there tonight, and she will handle it."

"Alright. Call her later to check in, and let us go have some fun." I smiled at her when we stopped at a red light, though my mind was already calculating which of my soldiers I would assign to watch her house.

"Thanks, Dominic." She gave me a small smile in return.

The upscale bar the girls had chosen was perfect. Stylish, energetic, the kind of place where legitimate businessmen mixed with family associates. After introductions, Zoe immediately dragged all the women onto the dance floor. I stayed with the guys, unable to take my eyes off Gemma as she moved her perfect body to the music like a goddess among mortals.

When they returned to our table, Xavier and Caleb had arrived, and Xavier was already completely mesmerized by Ruby. The band transitioned to a slower song, so I asked my goddess to dance. On the floor, I pulled her against me by the waist, feeling her soft curves pressed against my body like she belonged there.

"You are absolutely stunning, Gemma. I mean, you always are, but this dress was designed for you," I whispered against her ear.

"Thank you, Dominic. I really do love the dress and shoes."

"So do I." I sighed contentedly.

"If you want them so badly, maybe I should lend them to you," Gemma teased with that mischievous laugh that made my blood sing.

"Absolutely. Let us go to my place so you can take everything off for me." She laughed at my boldness. "What? You offered to lend them to me."

"I did not say you would get to see me naked again."

"Do not be cruel. Do you have any idea how hard I am fighting not to carry you out of here right now? Though I might not be able to stop myself from claiming you completely."

"I already told you that you are not taking off my dress tonight."

"We will see about that." Gemma laughed. "Please tell me you are wearing proper underwear because this dress barely covers anything."

"Why would you assume I am not wearing underwear?" Gemma asked, looking confused.

"Because after our video call, I got the impression you prefer not to wear panties," I teased, making her remember our video call.

"Those shorts were basically underwear," she whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"They covered absolutely nothing. And you know it." I grumbled. "You definitely wanted to torture me."

"Oh, you did not enjoy it." Gemma put on a fake disappointed expression. "Next time I will wear one of those ridiculous animal pajama suits that only shows your face. Would you prefer that?"

"I would prefer you completely naked."

"You are terrible," Gemma giggled.

"You have no idea how terrible I can be."

When the song ended, we returned to find Ivy and Caleb getting very cozy. Things were definitely progressing well for my boss. The entire night was perfect. I took advantage of every slow song to have her body pressed against mine. That tiny dress was driving me absolutely insane with the same madness that came before a kill. As we prepared to leave, I pulled her close before we got in the car.

"Are you absolutely certain you will not let me take off this little dress tonight?" I asked, running my fingers along the thin strap.

"Completely certain. You are going to be good and drive me home."

"How will I know if you are actually wearing underwear?"

"You will not," Gemma laughed and got into the car.

"You are evil." I closed her door and walked around, settling into my seat with a heavy sigh. "You are sure?"

"Yes, take me home, Dominic. I have the early shift tomorrow at the mall."

"You really need a different job." Something safer, away from the streets where rival families operated. Gemma just laughed.

When I parked outside her house, Gemma turned to me with a wicked gleam in her eyes and took my hand, guiding it to her thigh. I looked into her eyes and sighed, letting her lead.

"You wanted to know if I am wearing panties," she said seductively, moving my hand under her dress.

I smiled slowly and let her guide my hand between her legs until I felt thin fabric, then pressed my palm against her, caressing her warm center. I felt dampness through the material and groaned while staring into her eyes.

"Damn it, Gemma. How am I supposed to leave you here now?" I breathed heavily as she pulled me into a hot, passionate kiss.

I caressed her through the thin material, my palm pressed against her, fingers moving up and down. Gemma moaned into my mouth, and my cock throbbed painfully in my pants. I was burning with need for this incredible, sexy woman who had no idea she was playing with a killer. She teased me relentlessly but kept me on a tight leash. She gave me just enough to drive me wild but never enough to satisfy me. My control was slipping fast.

While we kissed, she placed her hand on my erection and began massaging me through my pants. My cock was rock hard and desperate to be where my fingers were touching. It was a long kiss filled with sweet torture. When she pulled away, I wanted so much more.

She moved my hand from between her legs to her ass, and I realized she was wearing a thong. With my other hand, I lifted the hem of her dress and saw the tiny, transparent black material.

"This barely qualifies as underwear, Gemma." I groaned with appreciation, looking at her as she let me lift her dress, showing me her incredible body. "It covers absolutely nothing it is supposed to."

"Really? Maybe I should return it then." She put on an innocent expression. "But since it covers nothing anyway," Gemma said, pushing my hand away from her body. She quickly slipped off the thong and tossed it into my lap. "I guess I do not need it."

"Jesus Christ, Gemma." I was completely speechless. She leaned across me, gave my lips a quick kiss while smoothing down her dress, then got out of the car.

"Sweet dreams, Dominic. I had an amazing time tonight," she said, batting her eyelashes while leaning against the car window, then turned and walked inside.