"Why do you want to lay hands on her?” he asked.
I looked at his hand.
Then I remembered that same hand around my throat.
Then my body remembered too, because apparently my v****a had excellent memory and absolutely no understanding of appropriate timing.
This was not the moment to become wet again.
A woman had nearly slapped me, an entire clubhouse was watching, and Dominic was standing three feet away looking furious enough to bury somebody under the building.
My panties needed to read the room.
Lilith tried to pull her hand free, but Dominic held her in place without making it look difficult.
“Dominic, let go of me.”
“You can have your hand back after you answer me.”
Oh.
Well.
That did something to me.
I had never understood women who became excited when a man used a strict
