Raven
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
My eyes stayed on Dominic, because my body refused not to. It recognized him instantly for what he was — a predator wrapped in charm and violence, heat and threat tangled so tightly they were impossible to separate. Fear still lingered in my bones, sharp and electric, but my body betrayed me anyway. Heat curled up from the tips of my toes, settling low, wicked, right at the apex of my thighs.
I pressed my legs together, jaw tightening as I tried to smother the ache building there.
I hated him for it.
Dominic sat on the edge of the bed — my bed, his bed — like he belonged there, like the room itself bent around him. He wore a white button-down, several buttons undone, dark tan skin and a dusting of hair visible beneath. My mouth went dry at
