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Chapter 8: Who Is She Boss?
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He faced Jax now, calm again. But colder than he’d ever looked.“She’s not just a woman who saw something,” he said. “She’s not some random bitch I dragged off the street. She watched me. She watched me, and her body gave out before her voice ever did.”“And that means what exactly?” Roman asked now, stepping out from the shadows, his expression unreadable. “That she’s yours? That you own her now?”“Yes,” Dominic said simply.Enzo scoffed, his voice heavier with frustration than rage.“Man, I get it. She’s hot. She’s smart. She’s dripping in every fucking fantasy you’ve ever had about breaking something soft. But are you really about to put everything we’ve built on the line for this girl?”Dominic’s lips twitched, just slightly. Not a smile. Just a movement.“You think this is about sex?” he asked.“Isn’t it?” Enzo countered. “You stripped her bare in the car, right? Had her moaning in the seat while she begged you to stop? You spit on her and made her drip like she was made for it.
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“Please,” Dominic said, as he moved to where Isadora was staying to carry her. “If you’d excuse me… I’ll be in my study.”He moved slowly toward the couch and none of them moved. They only watched him approach the woman can scatter everything they had built.He didn’t speak again.He turned and began walking toward the stairs. And still, no one said a word.Their eyes followed him. All of them. From the bruised and bloodied Matteo, still sitting half-upright, to Enzo, who stood stiff with a glass of untouched whiskey in his hand. Jax leaned back against the wall, watching Dominic climb the stairs with something haunted in his eyes. Nico’s face was pale, his lips parted slightly like he might speak but had forgotten how. Roman stood nearest the fire, his arms crossed. Not one of them looked away until the last line of his body disappeared into the hallway upstairs.No one spoke for several seconds.Then Matteo finally exhaled, a sharp, angry breath that shook his whole chest.“I can
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Dominic stepped inside, her body still warm in his arms. She was limp, unconscious, head tilted into the crook of his neck, one hand curled gently between them like she’d clung to him before giving up completely. She hadn’t stirred since he carried her out of the room downstairs…out of the chaos, the judgment, the stares.He could still feel their eyes on his back.They had no fucking idea what this woman meant to him.He walked slowly, not because he had to, but because some part of him wanted to savor this. The weight of her against his chest. The sound of her breath. The memory of her gasping in the car when he’d touched her just right. When her body had betrayed her and melted beneath his voice, his spit, his grip.He’d waited so long for this.Years.And now..she was his.No, not just his.She had never belonged to anyone else to begin with.Dominic reached the edge of the bed and knelt down..not like a man placing a woman in his bed, but like a priest offering a body to a shrin
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She opened her mouth to protest.He shoved his soaked fingers between her lips.“Now suck”She gagged.He watched.“You taste how desperate you are?”She whimpered.He pulled his fingers out. Licked them clean.Then reached for the choker.She tried to push him off.He gripped her throat.Not enough to hurt.Just enough to remind her.“You belong to me.”He fastened the collar.Pulled her hair back.Forced her to look at herself in the mirror across the room.“There,” he said. “Look.”She stared.A trembling woman in red lace. Choker tight against her throat. Breasts heaving. Thighs spread. Cunt dripping. Marked.She didn’t even recognize herself.He leaned down and whispered against her ear.“Tell me you don’t want to be ruined.”She swallowed.He slid his tongue along her jaw.“Tell me to stop.”She didn’t.Couldn’t.Wouldn’t.His hand slipped between her thighs again.She moaned.He pushed her back. Spread her legs wide. Lowered himself to his knees.Mouth inches from her soaked pu
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