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Then he walked over to me, a slight twinkle in his eyes as he dressed me in it, pulling the soft fabric down my body where it ended at my knees.

His blue eyes were satisfied, as if he was truly happy about dressing me up.

I shook my head. The sick fuck probably was, and I was playing right into his hands by being compliant.

It didn’t escape me that he forgot the panties, and judging by the look in his eyes—he hadn’t forgotten.

“If you take this off, you’ll spend the entire day tomorrow naked. Got it?”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

He grasped my chin with his finger. “Say it, wildcat. Say you got it.”

I would have stayed quiet had I missed the daring look in his eyes. I bet a part of him wished I would challenge him. Push him.

“Got it,” I said through gritted teeth.

He kissed my lips quickly before I could say anything.

“Be a good girl for me today.”

Then he smacked my ass and walked out of there.

I could only stare after him.

13

DOMINIC

I wentto the bar and sat at my usual table in the back, looking out at my kingdom, my mind completely fucked over the little innocent I had inside my house.

The right thing to do would be to let her go. Give her some money and tell her to get out of the city while I worked to find the bastards who targeted my son.

I was never a man with a moral compass—not at all surprising, considering where my life had led to now.

I was fucked trying to find the exact reasoning for why I had taken her home with me.

I gave myself excuse after excuse, yet none of them seemed to fit.

First, I’d told myself it was to keep her safe. A fucking service I was doing for the girl who had saved Braxton’s life. And who could better protect her in this city than the monster who ruled it?

Then I’d told myself it was fucking entertaining, watching the itty-bitty thing fight me as if she were a match for me.

Then, when that didn’t sound true, I’d told myself it was because I suspected she might be working with the traitor, “saving” Braxton to get on my good side and infiltrate the club, so I should probably keep her close—for safety measures.

It wasn’t even a day before I realized just how flimsy that excuse was.

But I fucking knew now.

I was keeping her.

She didn’t fucking believe me when I told her this morning. She would soon.

I would make sure of that.

That was all there was to it, and I didn’t want to consider the reasons why that was.

I shifted in my seat at the memory of her coming apart in my arms. Never had it felt that fucking good just to make a girl come, to feel her trembling in my arms as she cried out and know I was responsible for that.

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