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And I'm Sorry

Author: River Audra
last update Last Updated: 2024-09-18 11:10:52
MILES

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him, but I regretted it as soon as I saw his eyes blink away the lustful gaze he was giving me.

It had made me squirm, the way Dominic's golden eyes darkened and raked over me as I sat kneeled in front of him. I could see it happening in his eyes. Every delicious, forbidden promise he was making to me. To my body.

I wanted him to do it, to just pull me up from the floor and make me forget what a broken human being I was.

I was one minute away from taking control of the situation, from taking hold of the large bulge in his sweats, but the way he had paced after kissing me like he had made the biggest mistake of his life made me hesitate.

But I could see it. The absolute power I could have put over him. It wouldn't have taken much from me to make him break. I knew it because I felt the same way. I just wasn't fighting it like he was. That secret thrill of what being with him would destroy made me buzz.

"If you're fine, get out," he
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