Todos los capítulos de Pleasure Under His Command : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Dominic breaks the kiss, his lips trailing slowly down her neck, lingering there as he breathes her in. His mouth brushed her skin, warm and unhurried, sending a quiet shiver through her.“Fuck… I’m so addicted to you,” he groaned softly, teeth grazing her collarbone in a teasing bite…not painful, just enough to make her gasp.Izzy sucked in a breath, her hands tightening on his shoulders. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she murmured, her voice unsteady.He smiled against her skin, then lifted his head to look at her properly. His expression softened, desire mixing with something deeper. “It’s not,” he said honestly. “It’s dangerous… because I don’t want to know how to stop.”His hand slid slowly down her body, lingering for a moment before settling over her breastHis breath hitched“So beautiful.” His voice in awe. Then his mouth captured her breast, his tongue lashing on her nipple before sucking it deeper.Izzy let out a cry, her fingers fisting in his hair..His mouth.. His

Izzy dragged herself up the stairs to her apartment, each step heavier than the last.Her hands fumbled with her bags, and her key slipped between her fingers. She let out a frustrated sigh. When she tried again, her bag slipped and hit the floor with a loud thump.Her chest felt tight, and her shoulders sagged. She bent to pick up the bag, hands shaking, and it slipped again. All the frustration, hurt, and confusion built up inside her, and she felt like she was breaking.Finally, she got her key out and unlocked the door. She stumbled inside, letting the bags fall to the floor, barely holding herself upright.The apartment was quiet, but the silence felt heavy. She barely made it to the couch before the pain hit her fully… the ache from the morning, the coldness from Dominic, and the vulnerability she had tried so hard to hide.She sank onto the couch, hands over her face, and let herself cry. At first, the sobs were soft, then stronger, shaking her whole body.“Izzy?”The voice was

Maya grinned and held out her hand. “Gimme your phone.”Izzy frowned. “Why?”“Just give it to me,” Maya said firmly.Izzy hesitated a moment but obeyed, handing it over.Maya swiped through the contacts and found Adrian’s number. “Got it,” she said, turning the phone toward her.Izzy watched nervously as Maya typed a message:“Hey, it’s been a while… I know it’s weird and sudden, but would you like to hang out?”Izzy’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, Maya! What have you done? He’s going to think I’m crazy!”Maya rolled her eyes, calm as ever. “Shut up. Just wait.”Almost immediately, Izzy’s phone buzzed. She snatched it up and read:“Hey beautiful… It’s been a while. I don’t think it’s weird at all. I’d definitely love to hang out. Just text me the address.”Maya clapped her hands excitedly. “Perfect! Now, let me send him the club’s address: Velvet Nights, 142 East Main Street. He’ll know exactly where to find us.”Then she turned back to Izzy, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, let’s ge

Maya suddenly lifted her phone, circling Izzy like she was on a photoshoot.“Don’t move,” Maya said. “You look too good.”Izzy frowned. “Maya… what are you doing?”“Documenting your comeback,” Maya replied, already taking pictures.Izzy stood near the bar, club lights washing over her, Adrian just a step behind her. She didn’t pose at first, but Maya kept talking.“Relax your shoulders. Chin up. Yes… like that.”The music thumped behind them. Izzy finally let herself lean into it, one hand on her hip, lips slightly parted. Maya took a few more shots, then grinned down at her screen.“Oh, this one?” Maya said. “Deadly.”Izzy laughed nervously. “Please don’t embarrass me.”Maya was already typing.She posted the photo to Instagram, tagging Izzy.The caption read:“Hot, unbothered, and outside 😌✨”“Cheers to new connections, new love.. New me.. I might get some good loving tonight 😜#WeekendEnergy”Izzy’s phone buzzed almost instantly.She looked down. Likes. Comments. Fire emojis. Hear

Izzy’s heels clicked against the marble floor as she left the office building, the afternoon sun warm against her skin. Every step felt deliberate, controlled. She kept her head high, shoulders squared, her mind focused on the simple act of breathing and moving forward.Behind her, Dominic lingered in the office doorway, watching. His chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths, but his eyes were sharp, tracking her every movement. He wasn’t used to being ignored. Not by her.Inside the cab, Izzy tried to settle her racing thoughts. Maya’s words played over and over in her mind. Head high. Don’t chase. Don’t soften. She clenched her fists in her lap, gripping the leather bag tightly. She could feel the ache of missing him, the frustration, but she refused to give in. Not yet.By the time she reached her apartment, the city’s energy felt distant, almost irrelevant. She fumbled with her keys, hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline and tension of the day. Her bag slipped from her s