Beneath The Master's Shadows (M×M)
He leaned back lazily, legs parted, one hand on the gilded armrest, the other loosely gripping a dagger that gleamed under the low light.
His eyes, icy blue, deadly, and unreadable, swept the room like a blade, stopping briefly on every bowed head.
On his right sat Marcia, his girlfriend, draped across the throne’s side like a spoiled cat. Her bra, black and transparent, did little to cover the swell of her breasts. One leg crossed over the other, she looked half-dressed and wholly entertained. Her red-painted nails trailed lazily down the length of Dom’s thigh, stopping just where power throbbed beneath the surface of his leather pants.
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