Chapter 5The limo glides to a halt, the tires crunching on the loose gravel of the secluded driveway, but the engine doesn’t cut. The vibration hums through the floor beneath my knees, a low, constant reminder of where I am and what I’ve just done. I’m still panting, the taste of salt and leather thick on my tongue, my body throbbing in the aftermath of his brutal use. Before I can even process the fading aftershocks, the door beside us whips open.Dominic doesn’t wait. He doesn’t speak. His hand is in my hair, fingers tangling into the sweat-dampened strands, and he yanks. Hard.A cry tears from my throat as I’m hauled sideways, my balance shot. I stumble out of the limo, my bare feet hitting the sharp, uneven stones of the driveway. Pain shoots up my arches immediately, but he doesn’t stop. He drags me forward like a ragdoll, away from the smooth pavement and onto the rougher gravel near the garage. My knees buckle, and instead of catching me, he forces me down, shoving my shou
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