The Deal - 5

Chapter 5

His Rules, My Undoing

I didn’t know what morning looked like anymore.

Not when my days bled into nights, and my body never stopped aching from how he used it.

Dominic Vale didn’t fuck like a man—he devoured like a beast.

And this morning?

He didn’t let me rest.

He woke me up with his mouth between my thighs, tongue relentless, eyes locked on mine like he dared me to break eye contact. When I moaned, twisting against the sheets, he only pressed my hips down harder and growled.

I came so hard I cried.

And when I came down from the high, chest heaving, he didn’t stop.

“I said we’re not done, Maya,” he said, voice like silk stretched over razors. “You don’t come once and think it’s over. You come until I say enough.”

That was how the day began.

Now it was noon, and I stood at the center of his penthouse, naked again, trembling, wet, branded—waiting.

He’d given me a list.

A handwritten one, delivered after breakfast.