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Giving myself one last once-over in the full-length mirror hanging from Dominik’s front hallway, I smooth out my curls and fan out my lashes.
It’s just a drink, and if anything feels off, I can say thank you and call an Uber. There is no reason to feel this nervous. Although, I recall feeling the exact same unsettling energy choking me right before I left for the BDSM masquerade ball in Boston.
The sound of a lock opening draws my attention as the apartment door swings open. Dominik steps inside, dressed in a sharp, black suit that’s tightly clinging to his taut body. His hair is slicked back, jaw tight as though he’s been clenching it for hours, and his eyes are cold. This is not the demeanor of a happy man, which is a confusing sight since they won their game earlier today.
Even angry Dominik is fucking hot. It’s so unfair. Why couldn’t he be slightly unattractive? Just enough so I have something to work with.
“Hey,” I mutter, stepping aside to give him some extra space.
“Good. You’re ready. We’re heading out.”
His muscles catch my attention as he unbuttons and removes his coat.
“We?” I barely manage to get out, casting my eyes up to his.
“Yep. We… There is a party tonight, and I have to go. You’re coming as my plus-one.”
Well that’s unfortunate, because I’m busy.
“I can’t. I have plans.”
“Cancel them.” His eyes are locked on mine as he continues to undress right in front of me. He unbuttons his shirt, and I let my eyes trace over his tattoos. Watching as they wrap around his muscles. Indulging in every curve and dip of his body, wondering what each tattoo means to him. Where was he when he got them done? What would his skin feel like under my touch? The feel of his nipple ring, and what he would taste?—
Stop.
A shiver runs down my spine, making me very aware of my body’s reaction to Dominik and the way it’s making my core tingle.
“What are you doing?” my voice cracks.
“Changing.” He drops his shirt beside my feet.
Oh, fuck me sideways.
“Don’t you have a bedroom for that?”
Dominik takes a step closer, and I take an involuntary step back, hitting the wall.
“It’s my place, Zoe. I can strip wherever I want. Surely, you’ve seen your fair share of skin.”
His hands drop to his belt. I hear the clang of the buckle snap open and the pull of the zipper as goose bumps erupt along my arms. Not daring to look anywhere but in his eyes, Dominik bends, his face inches from mine as he takes off his pants.
Sweet Jesus on a fucking cracker.
Can someone suffocate from holding their breath for too long? Because it feels like I might right now.
He’s overcrowding me without even intending to. I can feel him everywhere, see his skin and all the ink scattered on him from my peripheral vision. All I want to do right now is let my eyes wander, but this is a power game for Dominik, and I fully intend to win.
He wants me to submit, but I know just how to make him sweat.
This is great practice for later, actually.
Slowly releasing the breath I’ve been holding, I let myself fully take in Dom’s beautifully sculpted body. Reaching out, my fingers meet his warm skin as I begin tracing the spider on his torso.
He grabs my wrist. “What are you doing?”
Smiling, I glance up to find him all shades of surprised and annoyed.
“Admiring the beautiful artwork on your body.”
