Chapter 4
Branded
I didn’t expect to be branded.
Not literally.
But that’s exactly what Dominic Vale did.
It started with a text the next morning.
You will come to the address below at 11 AM sharp.
Do not be late. Do not wear anything under your coat.
There was a pin. A luxury townhouse downtown. I recognized the neighborhood—it was the kind of place that charged five figures just to breathe inside.
My hands shook as I buttoned up a long trench coat over my bare skin. No bra. No panties. Just the ghost of his c*m from the night before, dried between my thighs, and the soft ache of a hole that had been used more times than I could count.
I hated how wet I got remembering it.
I hated how fast I obeyed.
But I showed up.
Because I was past the point of pretending I wasn’t addicte
