Dominic tightened his grip on my hand and pulled harder, dragging me straight past the bar, past every nosy face that turned in our direction.
“Sasha, what the actual f**k are you doing?”
I heard Katy’s voice from behind but I ignored it.
I did not answer her because I honestly had no idea what the f**k I was doing.
All I knew was that Dominic’s hand was wrapped tightly around mine and I was getting punished.
My pulse raced faster with every step.
I should have been digging my heels into the floor and demanding that he release me. Instead, I followed him willingly while my imagination supplied several filthy possibilities involving locked doors, rough hands, and the deep voice that had already made the word Daddy slip out of my mouth in front of an entire clubhouse.
Katya called
