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Chapter 20 – Late-Night Bargains
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2025-11-21 15:30:50Eve
I’m still shaking, but the fury has gone ice cold. Dominik’s touch earlier wasn’t about pleasure. It was a vicious reminder that no matter how many shell companies I uncover, my body is the ultimate jurisdiction.
I stare at the data until the numbers start singing a hateful little song. He thinks he can use a cheap parlor trick to keep me contained. He thinks I’ll tire out and crawl to him for the sweet release of a good orgasm.
Not a chance in hell.
He has Enzo deliver dinner to my desk. Chilean sea bass, roasted vegetables, and a note that reads, ‘Eat it all. You need your strength to fight me.&r
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