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She liked it a lot. My phone beeps, and I pull it out to see a message from Chris. Chris: Where are you? **Dominic:** Mars. **Chris:** Oh sh*t, when did you leave? My mouth hangs open. Chris can be unbelievably stupid sometimes. Dominic: I'm home, dumbass. His reply is instant: You just got back? Dominic: Fuck off. What do you want? **Chris:** I just saw my sister-in-law. She's with her smoking-hot friend and some dudes. Seriously, you need to get your ass here; one of them is hitting on her.

“Did our little mate behave while we were gone?” My cheeks burn. “Define behave,” I mutter. Dominic chuckles. “That’s what I thought.” Dominic moves behind me, his breath warm against my neck. “You smell like us,” he says, voice low. “Just the way I like it.” My pulse skips. "MATE. MATE. MATE. " Lyra chants over and over again. “How are you feeling?” Dominic’s voice is soft, tender, his eyes sweep over me like a caress.

When I casually said I wanted a cheese bagel from Parkridge, he drove there himself to get one. I thought I had married the right man. That was until the first time I heard the name "Lena Parker". His assistant mentioned it casually during a chat that a young woman had purposely tripped during one of Dominic's speeches. It was a cliched move, so I didn't think much of it. After all, plenty of women tried to get close to Dominic, but he had always remained faithful. However, the second time I heard the name was in bed. He was on top of me, and in the heat of the moment, he called out, "Lena."

When they finally pulled apart, both of us were breathing heavily and Dominic rested his forehead against mine. His voice came out rough. "Don't let another man make me question where I belong." I smiled through my tears. "You never had to… because, I've always been yours." —----------------------------

Dominik was driving me crazy. "You are releasing so many sounds of pleasure, plus you are so wet and ready for me, do you want me to come inside you already?" Dominik asks me playfully. Wiggling my hips to the rhythm of his finger, I reply, "Yes... Yes..." "Do you want me to make you mine?" "Yes please..." "Ask for it, Victoria." "Please Dominik, I'm asking you, please fuck me." "Good girl..."

F*ck! Dominic didn't laugh. He didn't smile. His gaze slid from her forehead down to her raw wrists, which were red and chafed against the thick hemp ropes. Seeing the dual evidence of her pain, both from her training and from his own extreme methods, seemed to snap the last thread of his patience. "F*ck this," Dominic growled. Without another word of explanation, he reached down to his belt, drew a gleaming, silver-bladed dagger, and she flinched and shut her eyes, but he only sliced through the thick ropes above her head in one swift, ruthless motion.

One word worked to provoke an irritating chuckle on the other end of the line. "Come on, it's your birthday, Man. You don't want to enjoy your moment? You can do something naughty with girls, you know what I mean, right? Dominic, you haven't had any of them in a while. Don't tell me if you lost interest in women? Eww!" Dominic hummed after heard what his best friend just said. "I'm still fucking straight, you Fucker!!" Immediately there was laughter from the other side. “Hahaha, okay-okay. So, it would be fun, right? I know you want to do it, Man."

Dominic declared, the possessive edge in his voice cutting through the heated exchange. Dominic's eyes bore into mine, the intensity of the heated exchange reaching its peak. In a shocking twist, he declared with unwavering determination, "I'm not leaving you or our son behind, Freya. Whether you like it or not, I'm not fucking going anywhere. You can't deny what we have." His possessive words hung in the air, sending a shiver down my spine. The air crackled with a different kind of tension, a blend of surprise, defiance, and an undeniable magnetic pull.

A single file name pulsed like a heartbeat: PRIVATE RECORDING SUBJECT: DOMINIC HALE DATE: 6 YEARS AGO STATUS: REDACTED Lila’s breath caught. “Who recorded you?” Dominic stared at the screen. His shoulders went back. Gone was the breathlessness, the shaking. In its place: a cold, sharp fear he couldn’t hide. He whispered, voice cracking, “I think I know.”

Every time he hit the bottom, I felt a jolt of electricity go through my spine. "YEAH! FUCK! YES!" I moaned, my voice hoarse from the long night. "FUCK ME LIKE YOU HATE ME! FUCK ME LIKE YOU LOVE ME! SHIFT MY WOMB!" Dominic was going crazy. He was talking so dirty, telling me exactly how much he loved using my body, telling me how he was going to think about this every time he saw my father. The risk and the raw power were making me vibrate. I felt like I was flying.