A black SUV screeched to a stop near the warehouse. The door swung open, and a tall, sharp-dressed man jumped out jaw tense, eyes furious.
"You idiot," he snapped.
"Don't tell me I missed the fun"
Dominic didn't even look at him. "Handled."
The man ran a hand through his hair. Slicked-back, a little grayer than the last time he'd seen him. Armani shoes. Rolex watch. Rage in his eyes.
It was his best friend and business partner "Julian". The only man alive who could speak to him like that and survive it. Julian owned the biggest club in the city.
Do you wanna checkout the new strippers I got' Julian asked him but Dominic gave him a "no" Look and got into the car parked in front of him.
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On the drive to the mansion, he couldn't stop thinking of having her tonight. He went upstairs heading to her room immediately, he barged in and she stood up from bed.
What do you want Dominic? She asked.
Then came the words as he kept standing by the doorway
"Strip."
She blinked, stunned. "You're insane." His gaze darkened.
"You think because you're a billionaire, you can snap your fingers and have anything you want?" she said, backing up slowly. "You can't just have me like I'm part of your f—furniture."
"I own the furniture," he said coldly. "And I own you." She kept moving until her back hit the wall. Hard. Her breath caught.
He was in front of her before she could blink, his hand slamming against the wall beside her head. The air thickened between them like static before a lightning strike.
Dominic's fingers brushed her chin, lifting her face roughly until their eyes met. Then his grip slid to her neck Not choking just possessing. Dominating. Controlling her breath like he wanted to control everything else.
"Strip, Liana. Or Micah gets hurt."
Her eyes widened in horror. He saw it the crack in her defiance and leaned
You're a monster," she whispered and he smiled.
Her body trembled as she reached for the hem of her top. Fingers unsteady. Breathing shallow. The silence between them was deafening.
She didn't know why she obeyed. Maybe it was fear.
Maybe it was the cold truth in his threat about Micah.
Maybe it was the crushing helplessness of having no power at all.
Piece by piece, she pulled the clothes from her body until she stood in nothing but her underthings bare skin lit by the soft glow of the chandelier. Tears slipped down her cheeks, silent and hot.