Chapter 11

Before she could finish speaking, Dominic pulled her abruptly into his arms. The scent of him enveloped her as his fingers traced circles at her waist. "Did you do as I said?" he murmured. Emilia's cheeks flushed crimson as she bit her lip and nodded. "Yes." "Really?" Dominic chuckled darkly, his hand sliding downward, slipping beneath her skirt without resistance. His fingers delved into her warmth, and his grin turned predatory. "Such a good girl." Last night, during their phone call, Emilia had agreed to his demand—to become his mistress. But Dominic had only replied with a few cryptic words: "If you come to me like this tomorrow, we'll discuss the rest." How utterly humiliating... The entire car ride over, she had kept her thighs pressed tightly together, terrified someone might notice. Now, Dominic trailed kisses along her pale neck, deliberately avoiding her lips. Emilia squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning as she endured the invasion of his fingers. After a long moment, Dominic pressed her downward. Trembling, Emilia knelt between his legs, her hands hesitating before she finally unbuckled his belt. The prominent bulge beneath his briefs made her heart race. "What's wrong? Don't know how?" His voice dripped with cold amusement from above her. Gritting her teeth, Emilia tugged his briefs down. The musky scent overwhelmed her, and the sheer size of him made it impossible to take more than the tip. Her lips stretched painfully, leaving her immobilized and uncomfortable. She worked her tongue gently, experimenting until his ragged breaths signaled she'd found the right rhythm. Spurred on, she quickened her pace with both mouth and hands—until suddenly, he yanked her up. "Ah—!" Without preparation, the abrupt thrust was unbearable. A sharp cry escaped her as she clung to Dominic's neck for support. His grip on her hips was ironclad as he drove into her relentlessly, setting a punishing pace.