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A low, guttural groan tears straight from my throat, my head snapping back as her warm, slick hand wraps tightly around my shaft.

Before I can force a single warning past my lips, she raises herself up in the water, positioning herself directly over me, and sinks down in one slow, smooth motion.

My head thrashes back against the tiled wall as a harsh, ragged groan tears from my chest. She takes every single inch of me, her hot, impossibly tight walls wrapping around my length like a velvet vise.

"Fuck, Rosalia..." I gasp, my hands flying out to grip her hips, my knuckles turning white. "You're so fucking tight, baby..."

Water sloshes violently over the porcelain rim of the tub, splashing onto the bathmat and hardwood floor, but neither of us gives a single shit.

She wraps her arms tightly around my neck, digging her fingers into my hair as she uses her hold on me to propel herself up and down, setting a frantic, desperate rhythm.

Driven completely wild by the feeling of her around me, I take total control, locking my hands around her waist and driving up into her from below with unrelenting thrusts.

She moans, a high, breathless whimpering sound that echoes off the tiled walls as I pound up into her, sinking deeper with every single stroke.

I lean down, pressing my mouth against her skin. I kiss every scar within my reach—her shoulder, her collarbone, the delicate line of her neck—whispering broken promises into her skin between gasps of air.

"You're so beautiful... fucking perfect," I growl against her throat, my voice rough and thick with raw emotion. "I’m never leaving your side again, Rosalia. Never."

I pull back just enough to slide my hand under the water, lifting her breast to take her peak into my mouth. I suck hard, my tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, and that finally pushes her over the edge.

Rosalia's back arches wildly, her fingers digging deep into my wet shoulders as her body shatters around me. She cries out my name—a sweet, desperate scream that fills the entire room.

“Dominic!”

The violent, pulsing contractions of her walls gripping me tight instantly trigger my own climax. I snap, driving up into her one last time as my own release rips through me, shouting her name into the crook of her neck as I pour into her.

“Oh, fuck, Rosalia, fuck!”

We collapse against each other, gasping for air as the water settles around us. I wrap my arms around her trembling body, holding her so tight there isn't an inch of space left between us, letting our racing hearts slow down together in the quiet room.

Fuck.

I’m madly, irrevocably in love with this woman.

And I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

ROSALIA

The morning of the arbitration is finally here, and surprisingly, there isn't a single trace of fear in my blood.

Dominic, Keane, and I have spent the last three days mapping out every single detail, refining a strategy so airtight that Dante won't see the blow coming until he's already bleeding out.

Dominic gave me his word: he will let me take the lead and handle everything. I genuinely can't wait to tear Dante's pathetic illusion of control to pieces.

The atmosphere inside the conference hall at the Caruso estate is suffocating.

Around the long, dark mahogany table, everyone is already in their seats. Dominic sits directly to my left, radiating a lethal, quiet gravity, while Keane stands just behind us.

My personal attorney and Dominic's top corporate counsel sit beside me, their folders neatly arranged. Across the table, my family is seated. Spaced at the head of the long table are three senior, neutral family heads brought in to oversee the proceedings and validate the outcome.

Not a single soul speaks. The room is dead silent, save for the soft ticking of the grand clock on the wall.

Dante hasn't arrived yet. It’s his signature move—arriving late to every major meeting, convinced that making people wait gives him some kind of dominant aura. He's just an arrogant fool playing at power.

Ten minutes past the hour, the double doors at the far end of the hall are thrown open.