Zara's POV
I stood there for a second after Dom spoke, my heart still racing from everything that had just happened on the platform. The club lights were dim around us, but I could feel the weight of his stare even before I turned. He didn’t wait for me to move on my own. His hand came up and wrapped around my arm, firm but not rough, and he started leading me through the crowd toward the exit. The warmth of his palm against my skin sent a rush of heat straight between my legs, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound. Seeing him like this — angry, in control, his jaw tight — did something to me I couldn’t explain. I was curious. I wanted to see what would happen if he really lost it. The thought made my skin feel too warm under my clothes, and I could feel mys
