Chapter 10: Possession
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The sound of her footsteps haunted him.
Light. Nervous. Like she didn’t know whether to run or turn back.
Dominic sat in the back of the blacked-out car, one hand resting against his lips, the other clutching his phone—but he didn’t call her. Not yet.
He could still taste her on his tongue.
Innocent. Warm. f*****g sweet.
He’d been with women before. Models, socialites, even a senator’s wife once. But none of them had looked at him the way she did—like she was terrified to want him but couldn't help it.
And now, every second she wasn’t with him burned like fire under his skin.
She doesn't even know what you are, a voice in his head warned.
But Dominic Moretti didn’t care.
She’d know soon enough.
Because no matter how soft she looked… no matter how untouched she still was… she was his now.
And he was going to make sure she never forgot it.
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Hours passed.
Night fell over the city like a slow, velvet shroud. His men had cleared her building. His tech team had rerouted the cameras. No one would see what happened tonight.
Because what he was going to do to her wasn’t meant for anyone else.
Just for her.
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He stood outside her apartment now, gloved hand closed into a fist, but he didn’t knock.
He unlocked the door.
She hadn’t even changed the lock.
So trusting, he thought. So breakable.
He stepped inside.
It smelled like her—vanilla lotion, cheap coffee, something soft and sweet. A sweater was draped over the back of the couch. A half-read book face-down on the cushion.
He wanted to ruin it all.
Make her space his. Make her his.
Then he saw her.
Standing in the doorway of her bedroom, frozen, wearing nothing but a loose tank top and sleep shorts that barely hid anything.
“Dominic?” she whispered, voice cracking. “How did you—?”
“Shh,” he murmured, stalking forward. “You left the door open, angel.”
“I didn’t—”
“You did,” he cut in, reaching her now, one hand brushing her hip. “Maybe not the one on this apartment... but the one on your body.”
She trembled.
He backed her up until her thighs hit the edge of the bed.
“I thought I was dreaming,” she said, breathless. “You weren’t supposed to—”
He silenced her with a kiss.
Not like before.
This one was slow. Deep. Possessive.
He kissed her like he was claiming her from the inside out.
And she melted.
Right there, into his arms.
Because no matter how many rules she thought she had, how many lines she swore she wouldn’t cross—her body already knew what it wanted.
And Dominic?
Dominic was done playing nice.
She gasped when he pushed her gently down, her back meeting the mattress as he hovered above her—still fully dressed, while she lay there in nothing but that thin strip of innocence that was slipping fast.
“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging a finger down her collarbone. “Already breathless, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
Her thighs squeezed together instinctively.
Dominic’s eyes darkened.
He reached down, spreading them with one knee, forcing her legs apart slowly. “No hiding, dolcezza. Not from me.”
Her breath hitched as he trailed his hand up the inside of her thigh—deliberate, maddening. She arched when his fingers grazed the edge of her soaked panties.
“So wet,” he whispered, his voice pure gravel. “Is this all for me?”
She couldn’t answer. Not when his mouth dipped to her chest, dragging the tank top down with his teeth to expose one delicate peak. He sucked it into his mouth, slow, swirling, until she whimpered his name.
“Dominic…”
God, he loved the way she said his name.
Like a sin.
Like a prayer.
He moved lower, tugging her panties down her legs—slow enough to make her burn. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he said, his voice softer now, though his eyes stayed hungry. “But you should know… once I have you, I won’t stop.”
“I don’t want you to,” she whispered.
That was all he needed.
In one fluid motion, he spread her legs wider, kissed down her stomach, then dragged his tongue—hot, slow, and merciless—across the spot that had her crying out.
Her hands shot to the sheets, gripping like her life depended on it.
“Dominic—!”
He didn’t stop.
He held her open, took his time, made her feel every flick, every suck, every pass of his tongue like it was worship.
And when her legs started shaking?
That’s when he finally slid two fingers inside her.
She nearly broke.
“f**k, baby,” he groaned, watching her fall apart under him. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”
She was gasping now, already close, body arching into his hand like she’d been waiting for this all her life.
And maybe she had.
But he wasn’t done with her.
Not even close.
Because after the first time, he’d flip her over.
Then he’d make her beg.
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