Chapter 43-Fear

Savannah

My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the light. I blink once, then twice, before my eyes widen.

Where am I sleeping?

The white ceiling and the magnificent chandelier make it clear that I'm in my assigned room now.

I try to wake up but realize there's a heavy weight on top of me. I look down in horror to see black, soft curls. I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that I'm in Dominic's room.

The events of last night flood my mind, and I won't lie; it's hot when Dominic takes control. But what's more desirable than ever is having him submit, even if it's just for a minute.

Yeah, I like being in control. A lot. His legs are draped over mine, his hands wrapped around my waist. I like this.

I nuzzle my nose into his hair and breathe him in. He smells so good. He stirs and mumbles something that sounds close to gibberish.

I giggle, and he lifts his head at the sound, blinking his sleepy eyes. My gosh, I feel my breath catch in my throat.

His hair is messy and tousled from all the times