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Chapter 15: Dressed To Submit

Author: Royalty Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-21 00:03:58

Then he turned again, walking toward the far wall.

He didn’t rush. He never fucking rushed. Dominic moved like he had all the time in the world. Like he owned time. Like he could make the sun rise or fall depending on whether she kept her legs shut.

He opened a closet.

She expected weapons. A hidden passage. Maybe a shovel and a body bag.

But no.

What she saw made her throat go dry.

Clothes.

Her clothes.

Folded. Clean. Pressed. Hung in fucking color order like he’d been studying her morning routines for months. Her lab coat was there. Her favorite black blouse. The silk one she only wore on Fridays. Her pencil skirt. Her heels. Her fucking panties.

He’d brought everything.

He’d planned everything.

She stumbled closer, like gravity was dragging her toward the madness.

“What the fuck…” she whispered.

Dominic pulled out a hanger and turned.

He held up the skirt like it was a trophy. “You’ll wear this.”

Her eyes flicked from the skirt to his face. She was panting. Not just from rage. From
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