Chapter 313: Chapter 97 Reconciliation at Sea

Dominic’s POV

During our voyage to the secluded marina, I sent encrypted messages to my crew informing them we’d be unreachable for the next few days. As expected, none of my associates were pleased about the communication blackout, especially Zoe, but I needed this private time to reconnect with my woman without the constant threat of family business interruptions.

I temporarily shelved thoughts about my mother, resolving to deal with that situation later, though I definitely planned to discover what schemes she was cooking up with that corrupt doctor. For now, I was simply basking in the satisfaction of having the woman I’d kill for back in my arms.

"Dominic, I messaged Vincenzo. He’s dying to know if everything worked out between us," Gemma said, pulling me from my darker thoughts.

I smirked. "That kid thrives on family drama. He’s probably already spreading the news through the entire organization." My nephew had a big mouth, but he was still loyal blood.

We retreated to our private sanctuary, that isolated cove near an uninhabited island where no rival families could track us. That whole day belonged to us alone, making love, enjoying the ocean breeze, catching up on the months of separation that had nearly driven me insane.

We silently agreed not to poison our reunion with heavy topics, so I avoided mentioning that Marcus was under investigation by both federal authorities and family enforcers for various crimes including assault. That reckoning could wait.

The next morning, I awakened to find Gemma in the galley kitchen. She wore a minuscule white bikini barely covered by a sheer lime green wrap that left nothing to imagination.

"Woman, why not just go completely naked?" I growled, pulling her against me from behind. "These beach outfits you wear are downright lethal."

"Perfect! That’s exactly the effect I was going for," she turned in my arms and kissed me with the kind of heat that could start wars. "To be lethal?" When she nodded with that wicked smile, I couldn’t help grinning.

"That’s how I keep my dangerous man interested." She pressed against me and kissed me again, her body fitting perfectly against mine. "Now explain something – why was a phone hidden in the oven?"

Gemma extended her hand, revealing a cell phone she waved before me. It was my missing burner phone, which made me laugh despite myself. "In the oven?" I asked, genuinely amused. "Hell..."

"That’s my old burner. I bought a replacement after losing it with no clue where it disappeared to."

"How exactly does a mafia Capo put a phone in an oven and forget about it?" she asked, clearly fascinated by my stupidity.

"I was completely wasted that night. It was the day you slipped me those enhancement pills." Her jaw dropped and her face flushed crimson. "How did you figure that out?"

"I knew something wasn’t right that day – I didn’t feel normal. I suspected foul play because that erection wouldn’t subside even after I got furious with you, which should have killed any arousal."

I explained the entire episode to Gemma – the emergency hospital visit, how I later came to the yacht and spent the day getting drunk at sea while contemplating whether to have her eliminated or just disappeared for drugging a made man. That explained why I couldn’t remember where I’d stashed my phone. I told her about the marina security informing me she had fled the area and my subsequent decision to hunt down Marcus’s network across the country. She looked both shocked and ashamed.

"I don’t know how to properly make amends," she finally admitted. "I was furious and reckless. It wasn’t until I told my mother and she explained the dangers of those medications that I realized I’d lost control and could have actually killed you." She couldn’t even meet my eyes.

"Gemma, that’s ancient history now, and that’s where it stays buried." I gently lifted her chin with the same hand that had snapped necks. "Look at me."

"Forgive me," she whispered as tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Stop that! Just imagine Vincenzo’s reaction when he shares this story with our children someday!" I grinned broadly, and she couldn’t help laughing despite her tears.

"You didn’t actually tell Vincenzo about this, did you?"

"Not yet, but I will. I’m just deciding whether to tell him first or Xavier." She covered her face with both hands. "They’re going to have a field day sharing this with the entire family." We both ended up laughing uncontrollably about the whole situation.

After our laughter died down, I grabbed the breakfast tray and led her to the deck.

"So you never saw my messages? Or did you choose to ignore them?" Gemma asked, gazing out at the endless ocean.

"What messages?"

"I sent you messages that night, apologizing for what I’d done."

"I never saw them, I swear on my mother’s grave. If I had, I would have responded immediately. But I’ll charge that phone, and we can look at them together."

I pulled her into a kiss that tasted like redemption, and she melted into me beautifully, settling onto my lap facing me. I untied her beach cover-up and tossed it aside like discarded evidence.

"Gemma, that barely qualifies as clothing," I said, desire flooding through me like molten steel.

"It covers all the essential parts." She smiled while I stared transfixed at her magnificent body, mesmerized by how the white bikini contrasted with her sun-kissed skin.

"Jesus! It looks incredible on you, but it conceals absolutely nothing." She laughed with genuine delight.

"I bought it specifically for you! But since it looks so good, maybe I’ll wear it to public beaches." She admired herself, and I delivered a firm smack to her perfect ass.

"Don’t you dare show what belongs to me to other men!" I warned with deadly seriousness.

"If that’s how you’re going to discipline me, I might wear something even smaller to the beach." She gave me a mischievous, lustful smile that could bring down governments. This woman drove me to the edge of madness.

"So my goddess enjoys being punished on that beautiful ass?" I lifted her off my lap and stood from the lounger. "Get on all fours, baby. Today you’re paying the price for drugging a made man." She smirked and positioned herself exactly as ordered.

Gemma was perfection incarnate – beautiful, sensual, fearless, confident, more sexually adventurous than any woman I’d encountered in the underworld, always eager to be wicked and explore new territories. She owned me completely.

Seeing her on all fours, wearing only that microscopic white bikini on her toned body, she was breathtaking, and I was ready to lose myself in her completely, but she clearly wanted something different, and I was more than willing to oblige.

I began tracing her body with my fingertips, starting at her shoulders and moving downward with feather-light touches. I caressed her perfect upturned ass and continued down her thighs. When I brought my hands back up, I paused at her center and slipped my fingers beneath her bikini. She was already wet and released a soft moan. I withdrew my hand and stroked her right cheek, while she watched me over her shoulder with those dark eyes that could make me commit murder.

"You think I need chemical assistance, Gemma?" I asked with authority and landed a firm spank on her right cheek. "Answer me." I delivered another spank, harder than the first, and she moaned beautifully.

"Maybe." The little minx was testing me, enjoying our dangerous game. I gave her left cheek an even harder spank and she moaned louder.

"My cock isn’t enough for your greedy little pussy?" I spanked her harder and she moaned more intensely, the sound going straight to my head.

"Your cock is perfection and my pussy always craves more," she replied provocatively.

I spanked her harder and slipped my fingers under the small fabric, finding her clit and stimulating it with practiced precision. She was considerably wetter now and moaned even more. I spanked her again and she moaned louder. I removed my fingers and spanked her pussy directly, making her cry out as I felt more of her arousal coating my hand.

The tiny bikini bottom was completely soaked, and Gemma writhed at my touch while moaning continuously like a siren calling ships to their doom.

"That’s it, baby, moan like my personal little siren," I spanked her again and removed my swim trunks.

My cock was rock hard, pre-cum glistening at the tip. I rubbed and spread that moisture over the head, moved aside her ridiculously small bikini bottom, and thrust into her in one powerful motion that claimed her completely.

Gemma gasped and screamed. "More, Dominic, I need more," she begged with the desperation I craved.

"Want more, baby? Then take everything I give you." I spanked her ass again and started thrusting hard inside her, powerful and relentless.

Gemma moaned deliciously, each sound driving my hunger higher. I knew how aroused she became from dirty talk, so I didn’t censor my vulgar vocabulary.

"Say it, baby, say you’re my personal little siren," I whispered in her ear.

"I’m your siren... aaah... you’re my dangerous man... huuummm... I love when you take me hard and fast. Aaaaahhh..."

She responded perfectly to my dominance. This woman sent me into pure ecstasy. I was taking her exactly as she craved, fast and hard, spanking her perfect ass.

I leaned over her and started kissing, nibbling, and sucking her neck like a man possessed. I lowered my hand and slipped it into her bikini bottom, finding her hard clit and stimulating it with circular motions.

"Mmm, Gemma, your pussy is so greedy for me. If you keep squeezing me like that, I won’t last," I whispered in her ear, and she moaned desperately.

"Dominic..." Gemma panted and moaned. "I’m going to come, I’m going to... AAAAHHH!"

With a delicious scream of pleasure, Gemma climaxed around me. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and pulse rhythmically, her arousal flowing hot and sweet around me, and I couldn’t hold back. I released inside her with one final powerful thrust that filled her completely.

"Fucking incredible!" I held her in position momentarily, savoring the aftermath.

When I withdrew, she moaned again. I laid her on her back on the lounger and positioned myself above her, pulled aside her bikini top, and began devouring her breasts hungrily. I sucked one while squeezing the other, licking, nibbling, kissing. I alternated between them, always caressing the one my mouth had temporarily abandoned.

"I thought you were going to remove my bikini," Gemma said between moans.

"No, my goddess, it looks too beautiful on you. I want to take you all day with it on," I replied with a wicked laugh.

And that’s exactly what I did for the remainder of the day. I took that woman every way imaginable – we made love, we fucked, I was gentle and loving, dominant and possessive, I took her fast and hard, slow and tender. I wanted to compensate for all the time we’d lost before facing the deadly reality awaiting us back on shore.