Dom’s POV
Watching Zara walk toward the platform, I clenched my jaw so hard it ached. She had made it her life’s goal to disobey me and do everything I asked her not to do.
I had specifically told her no more college parties, and what did she do? She came to a f*****g b**m club. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw her standing there, watching the demonstration with a heated gaze that made my c**k twitch in my pants.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. What the hell was she doing here, and how did she even find out about this place? She looked completely out of place and yet somehow like she belonged, standing there in those black leather pants that hugged every curve of her ass and thighs like they were painted on.
The way the leather stretched over the full, round shape of her bac
