Chapter 38 Beneath His Rule

• Her voice cracked. “What?”
• Dominic didn’t answer right away. He just stood there at the edge of the bed, adjusting his cuffs like her ruined body wasn’t even worth glancing at. Like the pussy that was still glistening, pulsing, begging for him meant absolutely nothing now that he’d had his fun.
• She tried to sit up. Her legs were still trembling, her core aching, slick still wet between her thighs, but she pushed up on shaky elbows, eyes wide, throat dry.