Chapter 7
Claimed
The first time I came for him, it felt like surrender.
The last time?
It felt like war.
Not a battle I lost—but one I chose to never walk away from.
Because when Dominic Vale pinned me to his penthouse window, overlooking the midnight skyline, he didn’t make love to me. He took me like he was erasing the version of me that ever lived without him.
“I warned you,” he whispered against my neck, voice thick with lust and something darker, “you signed more than a contract, Maya.”
His c**k dragged against my folds, teasing, soaking in how wet I already was for him. From behind, he forced my palms against the glass, his other hand gripping my throat, holding me exactly where he wanted me—where I wanted to be.
“You thought you were walking away after thirty days? You th
