Page 19 of Darkest Retribution

“Once you’re done eating, let’s go through your stuff to double check you have everything you need for school. Okay?”

She sighs. “Okay.”

For the rest of the day, Rosie’s mood is glum. And to be honest, so is mine. But I don’t know what else to do. The closer we get to Dominic, the harder it’ll be to leave. I don’t want to see her heart get broken again.

When Rosie’s mom died, David was forced to take care of her. From what I understand, he never bothered to visit Rosie, so she hadn’t even met him. He was a complete stranger when he came and took her away from everything that was familiar. She was devastated. It was like her whole world fell apart.

Now, she’ll always have me. But I can’t let her get close to Dominic and start looking up to him. It’s a recipe for disaster.

I just have to hope she’s not too attached already.

. . .

That night, I dream about the same room again. But this time, Dominic is sitting at his desk instead of on one of the leather couches.

He’s leaning back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other. Thumbing through a book, he mutters something to himself before glancing at me.

“Jade, you’re here. Come.”

I move almost automatically, stepping around the desk until I’m next to him. He nods to the floor, and I kneel on the rug, sitting back on my heels. I don’t know why I do it, other than it feels right.

Gracing me with a satisfied smile, he says, “Good girl.”

For a while, we stay like that. He reads while I sit next to him, waiting patiently. For what, I’m not sure.

Eventually, he stands and holds a hand out to me. When I take it, he pulls me up gently. I expect him to let go, but instead he tugs me closer, until his arm is encircled around my waist.

“Look at me, Jade.”

I do, and he captures my chin with his fingers, holding it still.

His gaze travels over my face, examining every inch. Maybe I should feel insecure, but instead, I bask in his attention.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs.

“Thank you, sir.”

Why did I do that?

“Did you do what I told you to?”

“Wh-what? What did you—” I choke on my words when I feel his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

“Perfect,” he says as his fingers continue moving upward, brushing against my clit.

When I look down, I see I’m wearing a skirt and a silk camisole without a bra. My pebbled nipples are showing through the fabric, and based on how he’s touching me, I’m not wearing any panties, either.

“Turn around, Jade. Face the desk.”

I do, which is strange. I normally hate taking orders.

“Bend over and put your hands on the desk.”

I do. The surface is cold against my skin, and I shiver.

“Spread your legs.” After I do, he steps in between them, and I feel something hard press against the curve of my ass. Dominic traces a finger up my spine, all the way to my hairline. Then he leans forward, his body covering mine, and places a kiss to the back of my neck.

Just like when we were on the couch together, I relax into him. There’s something about the way he touches me that feels so natural. So right. Sosafe.

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