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I looked at the floor, pulling my sleeve back into place.

“You... you work at the school,” I heard Charles claim, but I didn’t dare look up. He knew.

“I won’t ask you again. I don’t care who you are or how much money you have. If you don’t get off my property, I’ll have you removed by force,” Dominic threatened.

A few seconds of pure silence passed. I could feel the tension in the room. Charles cleared his throat, and I saw him straighten his suit and stand straighter. “Odette, at the end of this month, there will be a family meeting at my house. I’ll send a car for you,” he said before he walked out the door with his head high.

Dominic closed the door behind him before turning to me. I quickly wiped my eyes, ridding them of any tears that threatened to spill. I couldn’t look at him. More than anything, I was embarrassed and wholly humiliated that they had to witness that.

I didn’t know what to say. I don’t know if they expected an explanation.

“Odette,” Dominic said gently before he wrapped his arms around me. His arms were as warm and comforting as the night I fell asleep next to the fireplace.

I closed my eyes and buried my face into his chest. “I’m sorry,” I apologized. He shouldn’t have seen that. I didn’t want anyone to know about my emotionally abusive father. I didn’t want the pity or the attention.

Dominic held me tighter, “We don’t have to talk about it,” he comforted.

I took shaky breaths, regaining my composure. His words sunk into the pit of my stomach, holding a comforting weight. I kept my arms around him but pulled away to look up at him.

Dominic was always protecting me. From back pain, creepy teachers, and now from Charles Whitlock. I didn’t know how to tell him what it meant to me or how selfless, caring, and solid he was. There were no words I could think of that could express how grateful I was for him simply being here for me. I’d never had that in my life; he was the first person who’d ever stood up for me.

I glanced at his full, unbelievably masculine lips. There were no words, but luckily for me, he was a man of few words.

I stood on my toes and pressed my lips against his. He instantly pushed my body further into his, bringing his hands up and holding the back of my neck.

My hands bunched the back of his t-shirt in my fists, my head spinning from the force of his lips moving against mine. His tongue licked my lips, and I instantly opened my mouth, wanting to taste him. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue tangled with mine.

Passion, lust, desperation, and more emotion than I expected. That was how Dominic kissed me. Hard on my lips, but his tongue was romantically soft against mine. It was like sharing a secret. Anyone watching would think the kiss was rough, but we knew it wasn’t.

He grabbed my ass, squeezing it in his hands as he pulled away. His lips lingered against mine for a moment when gravity ceased to exist.

When my eyes opened, I was met with his intense eyes. His jaw flexed a few times before he gave a slight nod to the kitchen, where the rest of my professors were. “Let’s go eat dinner, then I’ll let you tie me up,” he offered, his voice deep and raspy.

My tongue swiped my bottom lip as I nodded eagerly. Our kiss had the same effect on me as it did on him. I didn’t know what I expected to do with him tied to a bed, but I’d get creative. It was my turn to be the one teasing. “Okay.”

Chapter Ten

Dominic

I expected dinner to be quiet. Odette was embarrassed that we heard her father yelling at her, and we were all pissed off that she had to live with that prick for so many years. Aiden guessed that she’d had a dominant when we first met her. In some ways, he was right—just not the kind we thought. Charles was much worse than I expected him to be. After she hinted at him making her shoot her own puppy, I had a feeling she may have been overreacting. After hearing the way he spoke to her and how her body recoiled as far as she could from him, I knew she wasn’t.

I wanted to know more. I desperately wanted to pry and ask her how bad it actually was. Was it just mental abuse, or did he hit her? When he left, and she couldn’t meet my eyes, I disregarded my curiosity—for now. The last thing she needed was to relive or explain anything.

To my satisfaction, dinner wasn’t quiet. There was no awkward silence or long pauses. Niko kept her distracted by making jokes about the game, and the rest of us joined in on their witty banter.

I was too excited to pay full attention, though, although they would never know it from the look on my face. I wasn’t a smiler.

Odette was mine tonight. She’d fooled around with Wyatt and slept in Niko’s bed, where they’d had their fun. I’d waited patiently, and now, it was my turn.

When she kissed me earlier, I was caught off guard, which doesn’t happen often. She was always so composed and proper; seeing her do what she wanted was refreshing. She overthinks. She was constantly straightening her posture or fixing some small strand of hair that went rogue. I didn’t want her to try around us. I wanted her to be able to relax and do whatever feels right.

That was how I wanted her tonight. I wanted to see her needy, desperate, and begging to get off. I want all her walls to come down and to take her long day out on me. She may be the one tying me up, but in no way was she going to be the one in control.

I didn’t know what she had planned or if she even had a plan. I was willing to bet she was a nervous wreck now that she actually had to tie me up and figure out what to do. Being in control wouldn’t come naturally to her. Hopefully, this would teach her something about herself.

I must keep reminding myself that while Niko, Wyatt, Aiden, and I have been practicing this dynamic for years, it was brand new to her. She didn’t know what she was into yet. She’d never even been fucked...

The rest of them thought her innocence was mouth-watering and tempting. They liked that she was a virgin; it meant that no one had tainted her. She was new, shiny, and ours to destroy.

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