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Companion piece to:

Cigars - Chicago's most feared mafia don comes home to find a surprise in his study.

Old Fashioned Manners - You return home to find Chicago's most feared mafia don in your house.

There’s lipstick on his cheek, Dom can’t stop looking at it as he stares at himself in the gold gilded mirror in his bathroom, his shirt hanging open, a strand of his usually coiffed hair falling across his forehead.

He should wash it off but the stain, it’s like a brand, reminding him of the press of your body against his as you kissed him goodbye. Your soft curves against his hard edges.

He wonders what would have happened if he decided not to be such a gentleman, if he’d kissed you the way that he had wanted to. If you would have yielded to him, or if like he suspects you’d be a force of nature, tearing the buttons off his shirt as he hiked that dress up your thighs, burying himself deep in you on that kitchen island.

He would have spent the rest of the night in your bed, his lips chasing over your skin, exploring every inch of you. Learning what made your breath hitch, your hands clutch the sheets, your back arch.

He strips off his shirt, tossing it in the laundry hamper but the mark stays, clinging to his skin the same way your perfume does.

When he steps into his bedroom, his gaze come to rest on his bed. The one that’s been empty since he killed Monica. He imagines you in the sheets, hair fanned out, skin flush and there’s a stirring in him one so strong that he ends up picking up his phone and texting your number.

I didn’t want to leave tonight…

You can always back, bring one of those fancy bottles of wine.

Tomorrow?

Actually, I was thinking tonight…

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