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The silence in the entrance hall was substantial. Dominic looked at me for a long moment with an expression that gave me very little, which made me realize that i had no way of decoding what his thoughts were like, he could be thinking of the fastest way to murder me. "Fine," Dominic spat out at last, the word dragging through his teeth, vibrating with a tightly suppressed fury. "You stay. But you play by my rules.’’ "Thank you—"

Dominic pushes back a strain of my hair and caresses my cheek. "Are you okay?" He whispers. I cradle his hand upon my face feeling the warmth. "I'm fine; how about you?" "You know I'm okay," I roll my eyes at him. He chuckles sinisterly. "Dominic," my expression changed as I was about to bring up the topic. "I hear what you said to Merkon. The deal? You were trying to switch places with me. Why?" "Lippy," brushing my hair again. "I didn't care what happened to me as long as you are safe."

“We are here to control direction.” Every word was Measured.. “We focus on long term dominance. Not temporary wins.” She paused. Then added softly, “Power does not need to announce itself. It simply… exists.” Silence. Then and eruption of applause. Dominic didn’t clap. He couldn’t. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for water. “Sir?” his assistant whispered. Dominic did not answer him and just kept on drinking. “She’s alive…” he thought. “She’s married…to that bastard”

Dominic stops in shock and looks into my eyes with a desire that seems to transcend beyond him. "Are you sure?" he asks me and looks at me in panic so that I don't change my mind. “Make me yours, Dominic Kyle. Mate with me! ” I say and I moan when he takes me in his arms and starts kissing me passionately. We both get on our knees and help each other get rid of our clothes, staying naked. Dominic lies down on the bed and laughs as he starts kissing my breasts, assaulting them directly.

Our breathing created heavy ragged sounds which were the only noise in the room. Dominic stared down at me while his gaze calculated my defenses. A dark terrifying smirk appeared on his lips which developed slowly. "Adopted" he repeated softly while the word contained venomous disbelief. "Yes." "A tragic story" he murmured while he leaned his massive body against mine. His knee parted my legs as it slid between my thighs. I gasped because my hands flew to his broad shoulders after a violent jolt of electricity shot through my body. "But it has one fatal flaw little bird."

Her fingers crept higher, tracing the tense line of his inner thigh until they brushed the growing hardness straining against the fabric. Dominic cleared his throat with a small, strangled cough. “Sorry—throat’s dry.” She swallowed a laugh, letting it flutter silently in her chest. With agonizing slowness, she eased the zipper down—barely a whisper of sound. Her fingers slipped inside, grazing warm skin beneath the thin cotton of his boxers. Dominic’s knuckles whitened against the edge of the table. “Fiona, you said you brought cheesecake, right?” His voice stayed level, but it cracked just enough to betray him.

He pulses, hot and endless, filling the void, reclaiming the territory. He collapses against me, his heavy weight pinning me to the vanity. My skin is flushed. My body feels used, thoroughly and completely. Dominik leans his forehead against mine. His eyes are all black, the pupils swallowing the blue. He looks at me, searching my face for any sign of fear. He doesn't find it. I’m too satisfied to be afraid. Fuck Larry Weeks. Dominik erased his attack with a single fuck. In another week I’ll barely remember his name.

Dominic spoke "It isn't a wolf. It's a memory. A remnant. If you chase it, you'll die." "He saved me," I argued. "He wants to drag you into the dark," Dominic argued back. "I want to keep you in the light." "This doesn't feel like light," I replied. "This feels like a cage." Dominic leaned down. His nose brushed mine. "Cages keep you safe," he whispered. He looked at my lips. I froze. Part of me wanted to push him away. Part of me wanted to grab his hair and pull him down. But the door to the gym banged open.

his thumb brushed the corner of my lips lightly, almost teasing, "this damn mouth just kept spewing pretty little insults—before you begged me to fuck you." I sucked in a breath, my fingers curling into fists. Liar. I wanted to spit the word at him, but it came out as nothing but a shaky whisper. “Liar.” Dominic’s gaze dropped to my lips, and his fingers—his cruel, teasing fingers—slid along the underside of my breast, his touch barely there, but still enough to make me ache. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you?" he murmured, his tone almost mocking. "But it’s true."

I snarled back, masking the drool. He took a few steps forward, backing me up against the wall and caging me with his hands on either side. “Did you like feeling me up from under the table when I was trying to convince your father to give his blessings to make an honest woman out of you?” I smiled innocently. “I was trying to motivate you.” Dominic lifted one of his brows and fixed me with a look. “Tsk. Tsk. You must like living very dangerously.” What does he know?