"Be ready at four," Dominic growled, his eyes tracing the line of my throat.I didn't give him the satisfaction of a verbal answer. My hand shot out, bold and desperate, closing over the heavy heat between his thighs. He was rock hard, a physical testament to the chaos I was wreaking on his self-control. "I'm already ready, Dominic. Let's just get this over with.""Over? Little rabbit, we haven't even seen the first period yet." He tapped the table twice, a dark, low chuckle bubbling in his chest before he turned and strode out of the sunroom.The second the door clicked shut, my strength evaporated. I tried to stand, but my knees turned to water. I had to white-knuckle the edge of the mahogany table just to keep from hitting the floor. I was still gasping for air when I realized I wasn't alone.Lydia was standing in the doorway, her little face crumpled, tears shimmering in her eyes."Lydia," I choked out.She didn't move for a heartbeat, then she was a blur of yellow fabric, slammin
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