Raven's Point of View
The moment I stepped into Dominic's mansion, I felt like I was walking straight into temptation itself. The air was thick with tension, an undeniable charge that made my skin tingle as I made my way to his bedroom. My heart pounded, my breath uneven.
I turned around just as I reached the doorway, expecting him to still be a few steps behind me. But no-Dominic was already right in front of me.
I gasped, startled.
He was towering over me, his dark, hooded eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my stomach flip. His presence alone was enough to make my knees weak. Every inch of him screamed dominance-his strong jawline, his broad shoulders, the way he carried himself like he owned the world.
He reached up and brushed his fingers along my jawline, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look at him. "You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice dripping with raw hunger.
I swallowed hard.
He stepped even closer, and the scent of his cologne wrapped around me like a spell. His hands roamed over my hips, down my thighs, before he gripped the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it. I stood still, my breath hitching as he revealed the red lace underneath.
His eyes darkened.
"This is new." His voice was thick with approval, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric. But then he paused, his jaw clenching as realization dawned on him.
His gaze snapped up to mine. "There's a hole."
A slow, wicked smile spread across his lips, and I shivered.
"You wore this for me, didn't you?"
I bit my lip, nodding slightly.
Dominic's grip tightened, and in a swift motion, he scooped me up, carrying me to the bed with such ease that it stole my breath. He laid me down, towering over me like a predator ready to devour its prey.
"Tonight," he murmured, his voice deep and commanding, "you're mine. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
I barely had time to react before he reached into his drawer, pulling out a pair of silver handcuffs. Real ones.
My breath caught.
He grabbed my wrists, locking them above my head against the headboard. The cold metal sent a shiver down my spine. And before I could fully process that, he moved lower, securing my ankles too.
I was completely at his mercy.
"Dominic..." My voice was breathless, shaky.
He leaned down, brushing his lips against my ear. "You trust me?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Good."
A soft fabric slipped over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.
Then, I felt it.
His lips trailing down my neck, his hands roaming my body, claiming me, owning me. Every touch, every kiss sent electric shocks through my veins.
And then-cold.
I gasped.
Ice.
A cube of ice dragged slowly down my stomach, leaving a wet trail of fire in its wake. My body arched involuntarily, a whimper escaping my lips as he moved lower, tracing it along my inner thigh.
I was trembling, helpless beneath him.
"Stay still," he ordered, his voice like velvet and sin.
But how could I? When he was setting my body on fire, when every touch, every sensation was making me spiral?
And then-his mouth.
Oh. My. God.
A cry left my lips as he devoured me, the ice melting against his tongue, mixing with the heat of his mouth. The contrast sent shockwaves through my entire being, making my wrists pull against the cuffs. I couldn't help it. It was too much. Too good.
I moaned his name, my body writhing under his control, and I almost-almost-slipped out of the cuffs in desperation.
Dominic chuckled darkly. "You're trying to escape?"
I gasped, shaking my head. "I-I can't-"
But he wasn't done. He was relentless. Merciless. And by the time he finally unchained me, I was a mess-breathless, trembling, ruined.
And then he took me, hard, with no restraint.
No mercy.
And I took everything he gave me.
Every. Single. Thing.
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