TEMPT ME, MASTER
Dominic roared.
He shoved himself as deep as he could go, pinning me against the railing. He let out a long, gutteral groan and exploded. I felt the hot, thick flood of him filling me up, pulse after pulse. It felt like liquid fire hitting the back of my pussy, even as the cold rain washed over our backs.
We stayed there on the porch for a long time, the only sound being our ragged breath and the dying storm.
", Bella," Dominic whispered, kissing my wet forehead. "Only two more to go. And I think Chapter 5 is going to involve your father’s big leather chair in the study."